"What's wrong with Shitai?"

"People are old and their eyes are bad. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ”

The old man avoided opening up Baqian's gaze, and she shook her head heavily. The bamboo basket on the opposite side was drinking tea by itself, and a hint of banter hooked up at the corner of his mouth.

"Uh.."

Facing the old man's answer, he saw the corners of his mother's tongue playfully. Tuoba Qian felt a little unnatural, she picked up the teacup that was pushed away by herself, took a sip, and felt that the tea was too bitter and cold, and tasted the taste a little weird, she took a sip and pushed the teacup away heavily.

With such bitter tea, it is hard for Tuoba Qian to imagine how her mother swallowed it one bite after another.

The three of them were silent, and Tuoba Qian began to be a little impatient, her eyes swept everywhere in the room, and she muttered a soft "bang" sound.

"Girl, if you think it's boring to chat with an old man like me, you can go out and walk around." The old man smiled kindly at Tuoba Qian, not angry at all.

"Qian'er has been used to being wild since she was a child, and I hope that the teacher will not care." The bamboo basket put down the teacup in her hand, but she didn't look at Tuoba Qian, she turned her head to look at the old man, and her words were slow and urgent.

"Don't get in the way, the heart is just right, and you always have to be a little angry at this age." The old man avoided opening up Baqian's gaze, and said in a soothing tone, "It is only right for an old man like me to stay in such a lifeless place. ”

When the bamboo basket heard this, her eyes were gloomy rapidly, the old man in front of her was indeed very old, even older than more than ten years ago, and some things should indeed be put down.

"Qian'er, you go out first! There are some things that I want to talk to Mrs. Shi about alone. The bamboo basket stretched out his hand and patted Tuoba Qian's shoulder gently, signaling her to go out for a while.

"Oh."

Responding casually, Tuoba Qian stood up from the ground, and Yu Guang secretly glanced at the two. As he turned around, he pouted and walked out of the house to close the door.

The footsteps smiled more and more, after confirming that Tuoba Qian was far away. The bamboo basket took out the sealed cloud paper from the skirt, and there was a lonely wild goose flying on it, and the words "loving mother Qi" jumped into the eyes of the old man.

"I asked me to pass on the letter to you, and he said that if you would like to see Qian'er, I will give you this letter."

The bamboo basket looked at the old man's hand that seemed to be a withered old branch, and stretched out tremblingly, her eyes were sad, and she handed the letterhead to the old man's hand.

After receiving the letter, the old man slowly rubbed his hand on the gold-plated wings of the wild goose, and murmured, "Why is it a lone wild goose?" How can I hurt you like this? How can I let go? Pre-stay..."

"He said that that year, your last prophecy was correct, and that the farewell of that year was indeed a farewell forever."

The bamboo basket watched the old man tremble and rub the envelope, she sighed at her teacup, "If you add wine, why not add more." ”

"I'm also afraid of getting drunk! If you are drunk, you can't understand, you can't let go of the past. The old man shook her head bitterly and looked away from the gold-dusted wings.

"Then add more wine and just put it down! Don't go to enlightenment anymore, let it go when you're drunk. She went to carry the teapot while she spoke, but the tea was exhausted, and she sighed in a low voice, "I drank very little, but the wine filled in the teapot was gone." ”

"There is a smell of wine in the tea leaves, if you are bitter, chew the leaves. I've been chewing for a long time, and I can't tell whether it's bitter in my heart or bitter in my mouth. The old man opened the envelope, a flash of hope flashed in his eyes, and he said without raising his head.

The yellowed tea leaves are lifted from the teapot by a bamboo basket, and the fingers are fine. She looked at the tea leaves in her fingers, stared at them for a long time, and chewed them carefully in her mouth.

The bitter taste filled her taste buds, and she looked at the old man who took out the letter, and said, "It's too bitter, but you know this stimulation after all." ”

The old man didn't reply, her hand holding the letter kept trembling, and she read the contents of the letter in a daze:

I know that I will never see each other again, my mother's prophecy, I believe it!

When a loving mother entered the temple, she knew that her fate was immutable and wanted to let go of her earthly troubles. I don't bother you, and I don't see you again.

I hope that my mother will understand it thoroughly, and I will not be troubled by the world.

...................

The letter fell to the ground, and the old man's heart felt as if it had been slashed, and she finally understood why Tuoba Pre-Su asked the bamboo basket to take out the letter when she proposed to see Tuoba Qian.

If she really let go, what if she saw such a letter?

The letters floated in the wind and slowly landed on the table. The old man slowly closed his eyes, took a breath, and sighed, "He can't forgive me after all." ”

"What about you? After living in this monastery for dozens of years, have you understood it and let it go? The bamboo basket spit out the leaves chewed in his mouth and said softly, "It's too bitter."

"When you give me this letterhead, don't you understand it in your heart? Why bother? The old man sighed heavily.

When the bamboo basket heard this, she didn't answer, buried her head, and looked a little blank.

After a moment, the old man asked again, "What about you?" Forgot? I forgot about the fire."

When the old man's words fell, the bamboo basket remembered the fire on the riverside, which was connected by the oil on the surface of the lake, and flowed slowly on the surface of the lake with the ripples covered by the oil.

Rising from the surface of the cocoon she had placed in the middle of the lake, the life she had thought had just bloomed would have withered without the presence of the man.

"Why, when I asked you why you set that fire, you never said." The bamboo basket suddenly raised its head and stared into the old man's eyes.

"Forget, it's been too long." The old man knew that the bamboo basket was staring at her, and she raised her hand and waved it weakly in the air.

"Have you forgotten your original prophecy?" The bamboo basket playfully opened his mouth, and his eyes slowly moved away.

"He told you everything, then you also know your daughter's fate!" The old man shook his head bitterly, and the rosary in his hand that he had skewed together again stopped.

"She's your granddaughter too." Hearing the old man's words, she was emotional, suddenly patted the table, relieved her breath and tried to calm down, "Right?" Shitai. ”

When the old man heard this, he sighed lowly and watched the overturned cup spin on the table and stop.

"Is there anything else he said?"

The old man staggered the topic and asked about Tuoba Pre-stay instead.

"What do you want to hear?"

"His words."

"He doesn't have you in his words."

"Really? I've never been with him, so how can he have me in his words? The old man smiled bitterly, watched the bamboo basket stand up from the ground, walked slowly towards the door with his back to her, and pushed the door open.

A ray of sunlight came in from the outside and fell, falling in the cup in front of the old man, swaying with the tea that had not been drunk by her.

"Living in the world, but trying to break off the world, doesn't Mrs. Shi think it's ridiculous?" The bamboo basket walked to the door, turned his head slightly, and said in a mocking tone.

The old man didn't answer, and the beads were clutched by her.

Seeing that the old man didn't answer, the bamboo basket stopped again after walking a few steps, and he couldn't bear it in his heart, and he hooked the corners of his mouth with self-deprecation, "I lied to you just now, I wrote down the cloud note in imitation of his handwriting."

The beads held by the old man slipped away due to the force, and she stared at the bamboo basket that was gradually moving away with her cloudy eyes, and the corners of her mouth moved slightly, but she didn't make a sound.

It wasn't until the back of the bamboo basket disappeared that she sighed heavily, picked up the creed that had fallen on the table, looked at it carefully, and then stood up and walked out of the room.

A voice rang out outside the house.

"Tuoba Qian, you run slower, Jing Xuan and I can't keep up."

"Hurry up! How do you run like an old man......"