People say that the sunset is the end of the world, and you can't see home at the end of the world. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Although the Luo's pharmacy in the imperial city is famous, how can it compare to the wooden doors and low walls of the grass huts in the hometown?

The moment Luo Pujia reunited with her brother, she learned the news that her parents had both passed away. Without the strict father and mother leaning on the door and looking forward to the return of their son, the joy of reunion has long been drowned in great sadness, and the two brothers and sisters actually have mixed feelings in their hearts.

Looking at the end of the world, every inch of the intestines is broken, and others can't imagine the taste during it.

Even though the elder brother arranged all the Luo's pharmacy according to the old residence of the family in order to soothe the sorrow in her heart, where will she really return to the past. The honeysuckle and toon trees in the courtyard were not planted by my father; The half-printed curtain was not embroidered by his mother.

The past is gone, and there is no going back to the past after all. Everything is dust to dust and dust to dust.

The brother's success and fame and the royal title he obtained are as illusory as a wisp of smoke, only the pain of being separated from his relatives by yin and yang, and the pain of breaking the liver and intestines is the most real.

Looking at the familiar furnishings in Luo's Pharmacy every day, Luo Pujia took care of the medicine cabinet like her father, then picked up scissors to prune flower branches, and picked a tree full of honeysuckle to cook tea.

Life can be the same as before, it is still a simple sunrise and sunset every day, but there is a lack of the most familiar relatives around you. Luo Pujia knew clearly that maybe for the rest of her life, it would be difficult for her to get out of that kind of sadness.

Subconsciously, Luo Pujia blamed herself for the death of her parents. If he hadn't been lost, his parents wouldn't have been worried. Now, although he and his brother are not good food, they have three comfortable meals in the morning, and they have the capital to support their parents, but their parents are no longer around.

Therefore, Luo Pujia has long regarded the medical skills and incense making taught by her mother as more important than life, and regards these two as the continuation of her parents' lives, and wants to carry them forward wholeheartedly.

If she follows Xu Zhaoyi's proposal, even if she can untie the knot and find a well-off family to marry at will, how can she be at ease with her husband and children from now on? If you can't practice medicine and cure diseases and save people, and only bind yourself to a palm-sized field, even if you have fine clothes and food, you will definitely choke on your throat.

Luo Pujia asked herself, that kind of day was like taking her life, and it was absolutely impossible.

But if she delays the rest of her brother's life because her sister-in-law is alone, how can she be willing to bear it because she is strong?

When the night rained, like crying and complaining, Xu Zhaoyi's words lingered in her heart from time to time, becoming clearer and clearer over and over again, as if urging her to plan for herself as soon as possible.

The oil lamp is dim, reflecting the shallow window screen, the lush honeysuckle stand in front of the boudoir is dancing, I don't know what sorrow is, with the sound of the rain, Luo Pujia is the same as usual, and I can't sleep.

The gauze tent is cold, and there are still stalkers in the rain, and the sound is inspiring.

Luo Pujia tossed and turned for a long time, and suddenly turned over and sat up. She pushed open the window, let the rain like mist bring the coolness to her face, and for a moment she felt blessed to her soul, and felt that a road very different from ordinary people beckoned to her.

Since reuniting with her brother and feeling that there is a providential arrangement in the dark, Luo Pujia sincerely believes in Buddhism. In his own room, he opened a Buddhist shrine for the statues of the three saints of the West.

At this moment, Luo Pujia got up in her clothes, walked to the second room, first added some lamp oil to the ever-bright lamp, and then picked up the "Sutra of Amitayus" that had been read countless times from the case in front of the Buddha shrine.

Luo Pujia sat cross-legged on the futon and reverently opened the scriptures in the stormy night.

The unprecedented brightness is like a bright candlelight in the dark night, and it seems to be the willow and dark flowers that suddenly appear before the anxiety of the mountains and rivers, and the chaos and disorder of the past are the peace of mind in the blink of an eye.

The so-called smile of the flower is finally heart-to-heart. At this moment, although Luo Pujia was reading the scriptures of the Pure Land, she actually had the charm of Zen enlightenment.

Looking at the holy gaze of the three saints of the West who are compassionate to the world, Luo Pujia's gaze stroked the willow branches between the bottles of Guanyin Dashi, and then stroked the lotus flower in the hands of the Bodhisattva, rereading the forty-eight grand vows issued by Amitabha Buddha over and over again, and the thoughts in her heart became more and more real.

I can't say that I don't have to live hard, I was poor and peaceful in my childhood, and I was a life of following the rules, but I was abducted from my parents and suffered so much.

With her hand stroking her bedclothes, Luo Pujia could clearly outline the ugly plum blossom cheese print on her chest without facing the bronze mirror. Thinking of the ferocity and obscenity of the flower thief that day, Luo Pujia tightly grabbed the clothes on her chest, and shuddered for a while, like an epiphany that would fall into mud at any time in the wind and rain.

The unbearable past struck again in this rainy and stormy night, and it was overwhelming.

Luo Pujia thought that she had already locked her heart and sealed all the dirty past in that corner that could not be opened. Even when she meets her brother, she still weaves stories that can only be told to outsiders, and subconsciously doesn't want to admit the real experience of her past.

She guided herself to believe in the new identity given to her by Murong Wei and Xia Yuzhi, guided herself to believe that the flower thief was just a nightmare, she was saved by the sex merchant from the beginning, and even guided herself to believe that now she is still like a lotus, slim and straight, not vines and branches.

But it turned out that the wound after many years had not scabbed, and the epidermis was torn open, and the slight touch was a cone pain.

After entering the drama troupe, Luo Pujia didn't want to die, and saw a glimmer of hope in those famous characters who were popular all over the country, and she vowed to save silver taels to redeem herself.

Luo Pujia worked hard to practice her skills in one breath, and paid unimaginable effort to learn the graceful kung fu on stage.

Get up early every day and practice the flexibility of your eyes with the flock of pigeons flying in the sky; In order to be light, tie a ten-pound water bag to your legs, and do those watering sleeves and lower waist movements again and again.

I can't remember how many days, in order to keep her slim figure, her dinner is only a bowl of gruel that can see the shadow of a person. How many whips have been beaten, how many boards have been beaten, and the nightmares that have been deliberately forgotten have been truly magnified in this rainy night, and Luo Pujia seems to have seen her past again.

I thought that if I became a charming boss on the stage, I could dominate my own life, but who would have thought that the audience would still be trampled on with dignity, and the same kind as the Goolan Workshop.

It is about the blessing of the spirit of my parents in the sky, and I have finally come to the bitter end. first relied on Murong Wei and Xia Lanxin and others to get out of the tiger's mouth, and then relied on the craftsmanship passed down by their mother, and they had a life-saving grace for the two Zhaoyi Niangniang.

Now, she can finally control her own fate, and how can she be willing to wronged herself, Luo Pujia must choose the most comfortable and happy path for herself.

Xu Zhaoyi has a very good saying, she must plan for herself and live a luxurious, beautiful and wonderful life.