Rubbing his sore neck, he watched the little girl come over and just pushed open the door, when he heard a sharp cough that had not sounded for a long time.

It's still the same will as the little father-in-law.

Except for the first time, I even copied the payment, and I wrapped a thick handful of the Diamond Sutra in silk cloth and stood in front of the door.

On a rainy day, you even remembered to see me......

The girl took the umbrella and looked at the little father-in-law standing outside the door, he didn't speak, he rarely showed a young smile, and held the plain double-ring oilpaper umbrella in his hand in front of him, and I followed him to see Kangxi.

The summer resort in the rain has a different mood, and it shows the quiet and tactful nature of the water town in the south of the Yangtze River. The droplets are very light, densely intertwined, like layers of mist slowly falling on the umbrella, so small that they are almost silent, and only the eyes are the most real.

The footsteps under the umbrella walked cautiously, and the toes of the shoes were stained with some moisture and opened a small cloud of dark white, and the light green orchid branches and leaves on the originally clean satin seemed to grow to the edges, wrapping the pale yellow-white stamens in a clump.

The cuffs also became damp, hanging down from the wrist and showing a cool air. The palm of the hand too.

Walking to the stone steps in front of the palace gate, the little father-in-law who was drenched in gratitude climbed up, and the guards had pushed the door.

All a qiē is like this rain, light and gentle.

Li Dequan took the scripture and handed it over, I knelt on the ground without squinting, and a pair of black soap boots stood not far away. The edge of the dry inky emerald robe had a few traces of black and gold on the bottom, and it moved very slightly. The temple was still quiet, as if there had never been a corner of it.

Hearing Kangxi whisper "Go", I bent down before I could reply and remember the person next to me, so I lowered my head and stopped moving. After the rustling of the page, Li Dequan's feet came closer, and he heard Kangxi add, "Go upstairs to the West Buddha Hall." ”

When he turned around, he caught a glimpse of the hollow carved jade pendant on Mo Cui's waist, a black purse dangling lightly on the side, and a small white jade.

Out of the palace gate, the fog and light rain have become boundless, and there is a faint smell in the air, which seems familiar. It's just that this time it's not a dream, it's too real to be miscruciated, even if it's just an unintentional one.

Shaking his head and thanking the little father-in-law who came over with an umbrella, he climbed up the stone steps to the second floor, and in the distance was a rippling lake, and in the distance was a mountain in the mist.

Holding the scriptures in front of his chest, his finger bones touched the neckline, and the small hard and warm inside pressed against the collarbone, faintly painful.

In the Buddhist hall, a green jade Guanyin, standing barefoot and holding a blue, long clothes fluttering, the face is kind, and the room is full of sandalwood.

I carefully took out the scriptures and offered them to the side of the table, lit three pillars of incense and inserted them in the incense burner in order, took a few steps back and knelt on the ground next to the futon and bowed.

There seemed to be the sound of a wooden fish in my ears, and the sound was like the rhythm of a heartbeat, from rapid to slow, and I gradually couldn't hear the sound of the rain.

At the end of the stone steps outside the abutment, an ink-colored figure stood in the rain with an umbrella, blocking the drizzle, blocking the smoke and red dust, and also covering a large area of the back, only the boots and robes did not move. The hand hanging on the side of my leg seemed to smooth the silk hanging from my waist, and I looked at it for a long time and did not put it down again.

The silk cloth wrenched my fingers, and I looked down at the crumpled dark red flowers, and my vision became clear. The smile overflowed softly from the lips and drowned in the rain, but it woke up the people in the umbrella beyond the smoke and rain.

As soon as the umbrella, which was so shallow that I couldn't make out the color, I saw the eyes looking back, and the slightly turned figure was still there, no longer moving.

The next meeting was silent, I was upstairs and he was by the stairs, no one took a single step, looking at each other from afar.

His hands were raised in the air, as if to take the rain. I stepped up the slippery stone steps along the big red abutment, and the rain dripped down my face. Wipe the water traces on the side of the jaw to the neat bun behind the ears, and touch it to be wet and cold.

I stood at the top of the stone steps, and the hand hanging between us replaced the handle. The rain on the edge of the umbrella dripped from the top of his hair to his back, and more rain fell on his shoulder, wetting a small piece that I could see, like a drop of ink, from deep to shallow distant mountains and near water.

"Let's go. He said lightly, and his body turned in the same direction as me.

Where did he go?

I don't know, I don't even know where I'm going to go back from here, and I don't seem to know anything about this place without someone to lead the way.

The rocks piled up on the rockery grew indistinguishably in the rain, and the trees on both sides of the green brick path I had never seen towering in the sun, only jagged shadows. Perhaps, everything is the same.

Good things are always the same, just like happy people always have similar smiles. As for those ugly truths and disgusting lives, there are always a thousand strange descriptions that let people know how many unbearable faces they have.

The same cool touch slid between his fingers, and the silk cloth hung down in his hand. The pale red reflected the whitening knuckles, and the golden red between the bones shone with watery light could not be seen in the past.

Some happiness is still suitable for drying in the sun, rather than such an oil-paper umbrella that can't cover two people, wetting each other.

I followed him, not rushing to find my way in front, not falling behind for fear of him waiting for me, and always walking by the side from a distance I had never had. He walked slowly, and so did I.

Perhaps the place I am most familiar with is my own place, and every time I see that I am approaching, my heart is at ease. It's just that this time it's not the young father-in-law who sent me back as soon as I arrived, he is the prince who has the right to choose.

I'm going to turn left, him?

Stopping at a fork in the road, he also paused. He looked at the trail to the left, and I looked down at the endless horizon ahead.

"I've arrived. ”

His voice was so low that I couldn't hear it clearly, and when I looked up, I saw his retracted gaze fall on my face, and his thin lips opened slightly, "I know." ”

Pulling the red corner of his hand, he couldn't relax the confrontation, and he could see the pale cyan veins floating on the back of his hand, and the white skin in the mist was almost transparent, as if he could see the red surging inside.

Hurriedly withdrew his hand and took a step back, looking at his hand hanging in front of him and clasping it, "Huang Ama wants me to live here, I ...... Returned...... Thank you. ”

The umbrella was held above his head, and he never stayed away until he was in front of the door.

The little piece of white jade shook gently, always like it was calling me. I don't remember where I found it, what it was and what it will become.

The door was gently pushed open, and I staggered backwards, my elbows wrapped in moisture, light, but my heart aching.

The immature face was revealed, and he was stunned and smiled, and opened the door to the side.

"It's raining, you should go back and rest, I still have to copy the scriptures." ”

My elbow was finally let go, and I flashed through the door and smiled at the little girl, my face only stiffened. When he turned around and closed the door, he could see the color of his robe, the obvious emerald color was transparent in the black, not heavy ink.

A string of hand beads was handed over from the crack in the door that was about to close and lay quietly in the palm of my hand, I carefully picked it up and held it in my palm, and my skin hurt the flesh, and my eyes were sore when I closed my jaw, and I closed the door hard.

Leaning against the window, in the palm of his hand was the string of rosewood beads that he often slowly turned between his fingers, and a few wet grains still carried body temperature. The fragrance floated on the tip of his lips and nose, full of the sandalwood fragrance on his body, familiar and unfamiliar.

There is no sandalwood in the northwest tour, and there is no sandalwood in the men in the army, I ...... There is no sandalwood either.

There was a faint shadow outside the window paper, which gradually became smaller and smaller until it was gone.

Anxiety seems redundant, Kangxi didn't announce me again, he didn't show up again, even the imperial doctor didn't come anymore, and the medicine finally stopped. You don't have to eat those sweet candied snacks to cover up the bitterness, but they still appear in front of you every day.

I sat at the table and still copied the scriptures, occasionally coughing a few times but I was afraid of the hard work of making medicine jars again, and the girl looked at me and shook her head and prepared a hot bath bucket to let me steam and cold. I don't know where she found some wine, but it made me smell of wine when it was taken internally and externally, but fortunately, the taste was very clear and sweet, and it was still useful.

After coughing day and night for two days, I didn't even have the strength to walk to the table, let alone pick up a pen and ink, and go back to sleeping in the dark.

I always dream when I sleep, I dream of hard bumps all the way, I dream of Yinxiang's beard, I dream of filial piety coaxing me to sleep, I also dream that he sits on the edge of the bed and looks at me without blinking, always sighing. That kind of sorrow that turns back and forth, and the faint sadness, makes me even more sad.

When I woke up, my eyes were so sour that I didn't want to open them, and I hugged the quilt and turned over and over on the bed, and I was afraid that I would dream indiscriminately again when I fell asleep.

When I woke up from a dream, it was empty, and the only thing I could hold on to was a string of red sandalwood hand beads.

It's just that after this fainting, the pain between the collarbones is no longer there, and I try to recall that it seems that I haven't had pain for a long time, and I am used to it.

After a few days of continuous drizzle, the sun turned back to the sun, and at night you could always hear the chirping of insects outside and the chirping of birds in the early morning.

The little girl squatted on the side of the bed and asked me what I meant, and when she saw me nodding happily, she opened the doors and windows, and the sun shone directly into the house, driving away the dampness and suffocation that had accumulated for a few days.

I took the Diamond Sutra next to my pillow, and the white paper and black scripture in front of me conjured up another picture - the tall back standing in front of the door, turning the rosewood beads between my fingers, cold and resolute...... When you let go of your hand, a red Buddha bead mark appears on the palm, as if engraved on it, and the grains are clearly visible.

I called the girl and I didn't know what to say, but a person came softly outside the window, and after a while, she brought a small square food box to me and put it on the couch table.

The four flavors of dim sum inside are neatly stacked, and the pink, white, yellow and green are small and exquisite. I watched them laugh somehow, pinched a piece and put it in my mouth, and it melted in my mouth with just the right amount of sweetness.

The girl standing on the edge of the bed looked at me and stretched out her hand, and the very small white paper ball was folded in her slender little palm.

Is this considered fornication under Kangxi's nose? This girl...... He didn't even return the gift and handed it over to me.

Looking at the expressionless clear eyes, I took it and opened it carefully, she had quickly closed the door and window and poured tea again, as if nothing had happened.

The last time we met in front of the emperor, the two of them together didn't say as much as his short note. I looked at it a few times in a daze, and finally clenched it in my hand and told her to fetch the fire, and it was already placed in my hand.

- Thirteen has returned to Fujin and entered the house with him, and his injuries are fine. The holy driver did not set off to return to Beijing. Where do you want to go? If you like the quietness of this place, or somewhere else, I'll arrange it. Yinzhen.