Marriage is also a kind of fate.

No matter who is in the hands, the red thread that is so thin that it is invisible has already firmly tied the two of them and cannot break free.

One day, when you find yourself in love, maybe he's no longer around, maybe she's been around for three hundred years.

Eventually, fall in love.

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On a summer afternoon, a piece of golden orange shrouded in all parts of the Lama Temple, the gates, palaces, corridors, corner rooms, pavilions and pavilions, red like the sunset that refuses to pass away on the horizon, standing in the illusion, standing still for three hundred years.

In the closed temple, the smoke of incense fills the air, and the sound of lamas' chanting lingers for a long time.

Outside the main hall, a man stood in front of the door with his hands behind his back, squinted slightly for a long time, and stepped in.

The fingers that touched the temple door were slender and clean, and he wore a white jade wrench on his thumb, and the oily jade light reflected the ruby ring ring on his ring finger, and in the setting sun, the colors were reflected on the red door that was slowly brushing over the already mottled red door. Slowly step into the threshold, hold your body, and stop your fingertips at a point where the primary color of the wood is exposed, and look closely.

Looking up at the bronze statue of the third Buddha in the hall, the man sighed lightly and walked forward slowly, and walked to the Yongyou Hall behind the main hall.

According to legend, this was the study and dormitory of Emperor Yongzheng of the Qing Dynasty when he was a prince before he ascended the throne.

Push the door in, there are still three Buddha statues, and a more than two meters high Amitayus Buddha stands on the lotus throne in the middle, and the treasure is solemn.

The man clasped his palms together, raised his eyebrows, and whispered the scriptures with his thin lips.

"This benefactor has never left, but what prayers have not been fulfilled?"

A young lama of more than ten years old stood behind the man, stood on his chest with one palm and asked softly, and his face was actually a solemn look of an old Buddha.

The man still closed his eyes and meditated, and his body did not move, as if he had never heard it. The little lama stood behind him and waited quietly, twisting the Buddha beads in his hand lightly, and his eyes were dyed with a smile.

The quiet hall is sprinkled with the afterglow of the setting sun, shining warmly behind the little lama and the man, like a time that passes slowly, getting shorter.

A short scream sounded, as if coming from the back of the hall, and the man was still an old monk, but the little lama was stunned for a moment.

"Smile ......"

Another sound, different from the coquettish voice of the previous one, these two words were not clear when they reached the Yongyou Palace, and only the rough and sharp sound in the timbre could be vaguely heard, it should be a half-grown boy.

The little lama standing behind the man clenched the Buddhist beads in his hand and stopped twisting, his eyes widened with a half-squinted smile, and the short words he spat out were full of worry, repeating those two words, "Smile!"

The man's body that had stood for a long time moved slightly, and he suddenly turned around and looked at the little lama who was stomping his feet and was about to walk towards the back door, a trace of disbelief quickly flashed on his expressionless face, and the black pupils in his cold eyes instantly contracted.

The little lama paused, and looked up at the man standing in front of the Buddha statue, about thirty years old, with a well-fitting shirt and trousers that wrapped his tall figure, and an angular face under neat short hair. It seems that it is the fourth son of the Kangxi Dynasty who should have been lying on the hospital bed, Prince Yong-Aixin Jueluo-Yinzhen. It's just that on his clean face, he doesn't have the beard that he has grown for many years at that time, but it looks like Kangxi looked like 50 years ago.

The little lama shook his head and laughed at the appearance of a Buddhist disciple who had changed back to Fang Cai, lowered his eyes and twisted the Buddha beads lightly, and said in a low voice: "This donor, the temple door is closed today, and I ask the donor to make it convenient." After the front hall, there is a senior brother at the temple gate to take care of. Forgive the little monk for being rude and retire first. After speaking, he walked quickly past Yinzhen and walked to the back door.

Yin Zhen turned around and looked at the red figure that was fading away outside the door, raised his eyebrows and looked farther away, as if he could pass through the temple tile Buddha statue, looking for the place where the cry came from.

No longer walking slowly like Fang Cai, Yinzhen hurriedly followed, grabbed the little lama who stopped and looked at him in surprise, and walked towards the apse, as familiar as if he had passed through his own courtyard countless times.

Passing through the Falun Hall, in the clean courtyard, a boy was lying in front of an iron cylinder and trying to reach it, half of his body hung on it, and his feet were almost turned into the ground.

The little lama ran forward and tore the boy off in a few steps, looked at the little head in the tank that kept splashing, and snorted with joy. Leaning against the wall of the cylinder and wiping the water on the boy's face, he was still laughing, and he couldn't see the young man who had just let the Yinzhen benefactor leave quickly when he was in the Yongyou Palace.

"Smile, what kind of play is this today, dare to love that there is no water to take a bath at home, and come to us to ask for coolness. If the abbot sees it carefully, he won't let us let you in in the future. ”

"Save ...... Save me...... Elder brother...... Many...... Dorjee ...... You...... Ahem...... You laugh again...... Wait for me to get out...... Cough...... Ignore your ......"

"Choking?" Dorjee shouted, and hurriedly reached out to pull it. Unexpectedly, the little girl who was called to laugh suddenly sank, and a string of blisters appeared on the surface of the water, and there were circles of water waves, and it was impossible to see the original little face that kept coughing.

"Smile!" the boy next to Dorjee jumped up and hung on the edge of the cylinder, and flipped in with a thud.

Dorjee, who was splashed with water all over his face, was so shocked that he couldn't laugh, and hurriedly reached out to pull, and the red wide sleeves were soaked in water and wet to his shoulders, as if he suddenly remembered something, turned his head and shouted at Yinzhen who was stunned on the side: "Help, you! How do you know how to look at it! I thought you would recite a few Buddhist scriptures, you should be a kind-hearted person, but you are actually there, and you have grown so tall." ”

Prince Yong, who was stupid on the spot, didn't expect that he was just sick and fell asleep, and he came to this strange and familiar place. Looking at the chaotic scene in front of him, he couldn't believe that the little girl drowning in the iron tank would be smiling, the little woman who had lived with him for 25 years and raised four children for himself. For him, the qiē in front of him was like a dream, he didn't know why he suddenly appeared in such a palace of Prince Yong, obviously he was so familiar, but he didn't know why, and he couldn't figure it out.

Awakened by Dorjee's words, he walked to the front of the iron cylinder in a few steps, tore away Dorjee, who was struggling to rescue but could not do anything, reached into the water with both hands, and pulled out the soaking smile of holding his sister.

Yin Zhen looked at the little girl who was held in Xiaoyan's arms, unconsciously let go of her hand and took two steps back, her jaw was fixed on the little face that was red but her eyes were closed, and her dripping hands hung down on her legs and slowly clenched them.

In his impression, the little girl in front of him was clearly a child when she was a child, how could it be a smile. At this time, how old is she? and the Zhan Xiaoyan who couldn't support his sister and fell to the ground, he is not like Yinxiang, not at all, but looks very similar to Xiaoyi, at this time he is looking at his sister nervously, and keeps patting her back.

The sky is getting dark, and the city of Beijing is lit up.

On the streets and alleys outside the Lama Temple, people come and go, becoming more and more noisy, and returning to calm. Lights are lit from every house, and various fragrances are faintly heard, accompanied by the summer evening breeze, blowing away the smoke of incense in the temple.

The smile that coughed up the water lay on Xiaoyan's legs, and it took a while to open his eyes with a blank face, and he squinted a pair of huge watery eyes to look at Dorjee who was squatting beside him, and a strange man who was standing tall.

"I'm scared to death...... Dorjee slapped his palm on Xiaoyi's head, holding the unspoken words in his mouth, watching her jump up and throw herself into Xiaoyan's arms, wrapping her brother's neck and not letting go.

"Brother, Dorjee beat me and beat him. ”

Xiaoyan patted her sister's back helplessly, and her still immature face looked even more precocious than Dorjee. Standing up with his sister in his arms, he nodded at Dorjee and Yinzhen, and thanked him apologetically in a dark voice that was changing his voice, "Thank you." Dorjee, I'm sorry for the trouble I caused you. It's too late, I'll go home with a smile first, and I'll come back to you another day. ”

After speaking, Xiaoyan hugged his sister and walked towards the corner gate next to the apse, Dorjee stood up and followed quickly, as if he had forgotten that there was another benefactor who needed to be sent out together.

Xiaoyi raised his little face against Xiaoyan's neck, and his big eyes blinked at Yinzhen who was still standing in place, and he had long since lost the look of fear, and grinned.

Yin Zhen looked at the back of Xiaoyan, and the little girl lying on his shoulder, the corners of his mouth were pulled out of a slight arc, and he walked over with the three of them.

~~~

Zhan Xiaoyan, who was holding his sister, looked helplessly at Yinzhen who was following behind him, his good-looking eyebrows furrowed, and he looked at him with his neck tilted.

Yin Zhen looked at the boy in front of him, who was estimated to be no more than thirteen or fourteen years old, and there was the kind of relaxation in his eyes when he looked at Yinxiang, raised his eyebrows and looked at him, looking unhurried, standing in the alley with a few street lamps on.

This kind of accident, he was not stunned, but he just thought about it, since the smile could reach his time, he suddenly arrived here, and there was nothing he couldn't figure out. It was unexpected, but interesting, to see her so young here. It's just that the street is no longer what the Qing Dynasty should be, and all kinds of things that he can't name and see have never seen make him unable to adapt, and even feel a little confused. He didn't know where he could go except to follow the siblings, and he couldn't go anywhere else since he had seen them.

Xiaoyi grabbed his brother's clothes and slid to the ground, the small dress with kitten pockets sewn on his body was still dripping, walked up to Yinzhen and pulled his equally wet sleeves, and dragged him to squat in front of him.

Yinzhen's sleeve was gently tugged by her little hand, and she shook her words when she spoke, just like Bang'er when she was a child, and even the kind of snort when she spoke, and her demeanor was even more so.

"Why are you following us? You can't find your way home? But we're going home, or Mom will be in a hurry. Hurry up and go home, don't let your mother worry, she'll cry. ”

Glancing at the smile that was close behind her, with a protective posture, Yin Zhen lowered her head and coughed lightly, and the words she said were still low but unnatural, as if she didn't know how to face this woman who suddenly became smaller. "I don't know where my home is, and I can't find my way back. ”

Yin Zhen said, looking at the red façade of the Lama Temple under the dim white street lamp. There was his home in the Qing Dynasty, but at this time, he couldn't live there, and was invited out by a little lama. God knows where his home is and how to get back.

Could it be that the walk goes back three hundred years?

"What then? Have you forgotten? Think about it and see if you have any notes. With a smile, he took out a wet note from the kitten pocket of his skirt, carefully lifted it and shook it in front of Yinzhen's eyes, splitting it in half and falling on his squatting thigh.

With a smile, he hurriedly picked up half a note from his lap, tilted his little head apologetically and gently wiped the water stains on his pants with his fingers, and then held the note in his palm behind his back, looked up and smiled and chuckled.

Quietly in the alley, Zhan smiled and looked at Yin Zhen, who was still looking at her with raised eyebrows, took a step back a little embarrassed, leaned on Xiao Yan and whispered, "It's wet, I'm sorry, I can't show you." It's a note like this, and it will say the address of your home, and if you can't find the way, you can show it to the police uncle and you can send me home. ”

Yin Zhen looked at the little girl in front of him who kept laughing, and shook his head for a long time before replying, "I don't, and I don't remember." ”

The usual opening line of the crossing...... The legendary fourth master would even use such a bad trick.

"Oh......" Xiaoyi nodded his head as if he didn't understand, raised his small chin and pointed to the smile behind him, stretched out his hand at Yinzhen, grinning and smiling without self-protection, "My name is Zhan Xiaoyi, this is my brother, his name is Zhan Xiaoyan, what about you? ”

Yin Zhen looked at the little hand stretched out in front of him in a daze, as if he didn't know how to deal with it, he just raised his hand and reached over to touch it, and Xiaoyan grabbed his sister's hand and dragged her behind him.

"I'm sorry, sir, we're really leaving. Thank you for saving my sister today, but we really can't help you, if you really can't find your way home, go to the police, go out of this alley and turn left, not too far. Good bye. ”

Yin Zhen looked at the smile that pulled his sister away quickly, and only felt that his refusal was really straightforward, and he didn't even leave him a chance to speak.

"Brother, why don't you help him? He doesn't look like a bad person. The smile followed in his brother's footsteps, turning back as he walked, with a puzzled face.

Xiaoyan's feet kept walking forward, pulling his sister's head and not looking back, his back was hidden in the depths of the alley, and his voice sounded colder than the real fourth master, "Bad people never write the words I am a bad guy on their faces, even if they do, you don't recognize them." ”

"I know, what the teacher taught, I know. However, there was really no writing on his face. ”

"Whether you write it or not, the teacher must have taught you, don't talk to strangers casually, have you forgotten?" Xiaoyan stopped helplessly, picked up his sister, and looked at Yinzhen, who was still following him, looking a little impatient, "Don't follow us." ”

Yin Zhen stopped and stood a meter away, thinking about the conversation between the brother and sister just now, crying and laughing. In front of Prince Yong, who dared not to be afraid of death said that he was a bad person, never. Now, having just arrived here, it has already made these two people who were once closest to them suspicious.

Of course, it can't be said to be suspicious, just be careful, and the other has no heart.

Looking at the wary smile and the still ignorant smile, Yinzhen only felt helpless. If you let the two of them go, you won't know where to go when you see them again, and if you don't follow them, you will go by yourself. Do you find a place to sleep, wake up, and go back to your home?

This way home seems to have really become his biggest headache now, where to go.