The capital, Dajue Temple.

The fourth watch has passed, the fifth watch has just come, and the night has fallen into the deepest dark moment, and the dew has just begun to condense. The temple is peaceful.

In the dark pavilion corridor, a monk wearing a moon-white monk's robe sat on the railing, looking up at the deep night sky, with a sad face. He hadn't slept all night, just sat here quietly, looking up at the sky, from moonrise to moonset. The dew wet his white monk's robe, and he was a little cold, but he didn't realize it, and he still didn't move.

All night, he felt uncomfortable with the emptiness in his heart, as if the seed that had just sprouted in his heart had been pulled out by someone, tearing his heart apart, and a drop of blood was slowly flowing out.

Originally, everything was fine, meditating, participating in meditation, chopping wood, feeding horses, practicing the tuna exercises taught by the master, every day was like this, simple and peaceful.

Until yesterday afternoon, Xia Zhi came to the temple to look for him as usual, and then everything changed.

The seventeen-year-old summer solstice has been slim and elegant, with bright eyes and bright teeth. In every gesture, there is liveliness and charm.

In the past few years, the greatest joy of Miaoyan is to wait for the arrival of the summer solstice at a fixed time and place every day. They would walk together, talking about each other's hearts, and talking about things that could be happy or sad. Sometimes, the third son of the Li family will also come over to chat with them, talk to them, and tell some interesting stories.

Xia Zhi is always teasing Li Sangongzi, and from time to time he calls him "little gentleman". Of course, Li Sangongzi refused to be weak, and always quarreled with Xia Zhi.

This made Miao Yan feel a headache, and when the three of them were together, he was always busy persuading.

Sometimes when the summer solstice is not there, Miao Yan will say to Li Le: "Anyway, she is a woman, I always listen to the good laymen from the temple say that a manly husband should be tolerant." But why do you always have trouble with a girl on the summer solstice?"

Li Le would say nonchalantly: "It's not that I can't get along with her, but I think it's funny to quarrel with her." ”

In terms of language quibbles, none of the ten clever words are Li Le's opponents, and after saying it a few times, the wonderful words were almost fooled by Li Le to stand on his side. In the end, there is no choice but to let it go.

And when Li Sangongzi was away, Miao Yan would also say to Xia Zhi: "San Lang is very good, why do you always have to quarrel with him?"

Xia Zhi would say: "I just can't get used to his sassy face and thin face, and I get angry when I look at him." ”

There is no way to say a good word, and he is very distressed by the days when the two ends talk together. When two people meet, they always have to quarrel a few words, and they have wins and losses with each other, but it can also be seen from the witty words that sometimes Li Sangongzi is letting the summer solstice.

Whenever the summer solstice is noisy, she will always show a smug expression, and Li Sangongzi will laugh with her.

The boyhood of the wonderful words was spent in such days. He has two friends, two very good friends, one is called Xia Zhi and the other is Li Le. Oh, by the way, Li Sangongzi won Wenju some time ago, and his teacher, that is, the prince's teacher, the great Confucian Master Liu Xunzi took the table word for him, called: Zhi'an. Now, his name is Li Zhi'an.

The good boyhood always flies quickly, and the simple witty words think that the three of them will always be like this, knowing each other and accompanying each other. However, some things always happen too quickly and unexpectedly.

Yesterday's afternoon, everything was as usual, the summer solstice came to him, the two of them talked and laughed, from the front hall of the temple, to the back of the meditation room, and from the meditation room through the verandah, when tired they would rest at the rockery weeping willows, when they were thirsty, they would drink a few sips of the spring flowing down from the high mountain. The summer solstice is still as lively and active as ever, youthful and beautiful, and troubles are not disturbed.

Until it was nearly late in the evening, and dusk had arrived. A heavy sadness suddenly appeared on Xia Zhi's face. She looked at Miao Yan and said to him, "Little monk, I have a very happy life today, and I can't come to play with you again in the future." ”

Miao Yan panicked and asked, "Why?"

Xia Zhi shook his head and did not speak. With his hands behind his back, he walked in front, and his words followed step by step.

It wasn't until there was no one around that Xia Zhi stopped, turned around, and Miao Yan saw that there were tears in her eyes, and it didn't take long for two lines of cold tears to flow on the pretty face that had not been powdered, which made Miao Yan feel a pain in her heart for no reason.

I hurriedly want to comfort the summer solstice, but I don't know where to start. But at this moment, Xia Zhi hugged him violently, bit him on the shoulder, and then cried silently.

Miao Yan smelled the faint body fragrance like an orchid emanating from her body, and felt that her heartbeat couldn't help but speed up a lot. I fell into such a deep intoxication that I forgot about the terrible pain in my shoulder. However, listening to the sobbing sound that she tried to suppress, Miao Yan suddenly felt an astringent feeling in her heart, but she was speechless, and she didn't know what to tell her.

After a long time, Xia Zhi finished crying and gradually let go of the wonderful words. Wiping away his tears, he said lightly: "Little monk, I'm getting married." ”

Just this sentence, the little monk felt that his heart was torn apart, and the whole person became stunned.

Gazebos, ancient temples, evening breezes, temples.

The willow branches on the moon, people about after dusk.

In late autumn, there is wind, and the withered grass is miserable.

A beautiful girl, a little monk in a moon-white monk's robe. They stared at each other and were speechless for a long time. Time seemed to stop at this moment, the little monk was demented, and the girl was sad.

"Don't call me a female Tan Yue, I don't know what Tan Yue means. ”

"Little monk, can I come to play with you again in the future?"

"Don't mention that little fool to me again, it's annoying to see him. ”

This is the memory of the little monk.

"I was an orphan and grew up in the temple since I was a child. ”

"Yes, Nutan...... Miss Xiaoxia, you can come at any time. ”

"Girl, you are so beautiful, why don't you call Xia Meimei?"

This is the memory of a young girl.

They seemed to go back to five years ago, that midsummer, when they first met each other.

It wasn't until a long time later that Xia Zhi took a deep breath and exhaled as much as he could. It was as if she was about to let go of everything in her heart with the air she exhaled. Then he said to Miaoyan: "Little monk, I hate you. I hate Li Sanlang, and I hate both of you. ”

After saying this, Xia Zhi turned around and left. Leaving the little monk alone, at a loss......

"She's getting married...... Miao Yan, who sat alone on the railing of the verandah, sighed softly, shook the cold dew on the monk's robe, and muttered again: "She hates me, she also hates Zhi'an, and she hates both of me." If Zhi'an knew that she was going to get married, she would definitely be as unhappy as me. ”

Miao Yan continued to mumble to himself: "Many years ago, Zhi'an chanted two lines of poetry: 'The world is safe and perfect, and it lives up to the truth'" Speaking of this, Miao Yan couldn't help but shed two lines of tears, and then sang softly: "The sound of prosperity escaped into the empty door and broke the world." The dream is cold, a lifetime of tossing and turning, and a few love debts. If you acquiesce, life and death wither, withering and waiting, withering and waiting for one circle, and another circle, the annual rings ......"

The dark dawn, the murmuring singing, seemed a little lonely, and the witty words were halfway sung, but they were interrupted by their own soft choking voice, and they couldn't sing anymore. Wiping away his tears, he sighed: "It's still good for San Lang to sing." ”

But at this moment, a man's voice came from behind him: "Little master sit alone, what's the matter?"

Hearing this, he hurriedly turned around, but saw a big man standing behind him, looking at him with a smile. Hurriedly saluted and said, "The good man is polite." ”

The big man smiled and said: "I don't dare to accept the courtesy of the little master, where can I afford the name of a good layman, but I am just an executioner with blood on his hands." ”

Miao Yan took a breath, suppressed the sadness in his heart, shook his head slightly, and said: "Master often says that sometimes killing people is also to save people, and the Buddha also has angry eyes. Killing one wicked person can save a hundred good people, which is a great good deed. When Brother Miao Jing often returns to the temple, he will always talk about Wang Jushi, and he said that if there are still chivalrous people in this world, it must be 'big knife' Wang Tai Sui. ”

Wang Taisui did not feel complacent because of such an evaluation, but after hearing it, there was a deep sadness between his eyebrows, and he sighed: "Don't deserve the false praise of the 'Fuhu Monk', although Wang has saved a lot of people over the years, he has also killed a lot of people. ”

Miao Yan himself is a wooden person, and when he heard Wang Taisui say this, he didn't know how to answer.

Wang Taisui laughed at himself, and then said: "But Wang is too stubborn, he just came out of Zen Master Huien, and he has been enlightened, and he feels a lot more comfortable." Let the little master smile. Don't say anything, Wang just heard the little master singing? That singing voice is really good. ”

Miao Yan said wistfully: "This is what the little monk learned from the third son of the Li family. ”

Wang Taisui laughed and said: "If you are free, please let the little master sing for my daughter, she likes Li Sanlang's stories and tunes very much, but Wang is not familiar with the Li family, his family is high-profile, and Wang is not easy to come to the door." ”

Miao Yan smiled and said: "Although the eyebrows of the Li family are tall, Tanhualang loves to get acquainted with the heroes of the rivers and lakes, if Wang Daxia comes to the door, they will definitely sweep the couch to greet them." ”

Wang Taisui waved his hand and said indifferently: "It's not early, Wang is going to rest, and I don't know if my daughter can sleep peacefully." ”

Wonderful words: "Ling Yan is resting in the meditation room at the moment, this temple is quiet, presumably she is sleeping soundly." ”

Wang Taisui smiled, shook his hand at Miaoyan, and walked towards the meditation room.

Seeing him walk away, Miao Yan sat back on the railing again. Looking up at the dark night sky, there was silence.

He thought that he would sit quietly until dawn, and he thought that perhaps he would only feel better when he saw the sun rise.

But he didn't want to, not long after Wang Taisui left, the monk Huien came to him, sat on the railing with him, and watched the night sky with him.

After a long time, Hui En gently patted him on the shoulder and said, "Everything in this world is like a dream bubble, what can't you let go?"

(Happy Valentine's Day, everyone, have a good day, it has nothing to do with the fox, the fox still has to code words.) I wish you all lovers and families. ）