Through the door, the sound of the long night came out. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"Wind donor, you and I meet in the water, it's time to say goodbye. ”

One sentence sent my hesitant thoughts into the silent glacier.

"Why?"

I could hear my voice trembling slightly.

"Wind donor, poor monks can't save you. ”

An answer that is both expected and unexpected.

I wondered why Long Night was with me all the way. The most credible answer is the answer he gave me at the beginning, he thinks I have wisdom roots and wants to save me. Even though I told him plainly, I didn't want to turn back.

But he didn't listen.

In the past few months, in addition to the occasional gossip, what we talk about the most is some Buddhist scriptures and Zen principles.

I should have seen that all this time, he did not give up on his ideas. Although he will also take a step back and buy me meat buns. This intimate detail is seen by me as a sign of breaking the ice, and it is naturally regarded by me as a gradual sprout of vein warmth.

I added the weight of that life-old emotion, but I wanted to leave everything behind and love again.

How ridiculous, what a contradiction!

It's stupid.

Stooping down to pick up the wooden box, I finally turned and walked away from the closed door.

The time of breaking the face is not too difficult, except for the occasional miss, everything is okay.

The first snow came.

The snow that had been accumulated for half a month melted again.

In the early spring, I opened a piece of the ground in front of the door and planted the packet of seeds.

Maybe in the coming year they will find a flourishing plant and then produce delicate flowers of different colors.

I looked at the land that had nothing and waited for the flowers to bloom.

Sometimes I think of the long night, of his sudden detachment, and I toss and turn, wondering why his attitude has changed so dramatically all of a sudden. If he just wanted to save me, why did he just talk to me later and not talk about going out?

Confused thoughts grew like weeds in my heart as the days passed.

I left behind the steamed buns, which were gradually becoming tasteless, and after closing the door overnight, I walked to Chang'an.

Long night out of the scripture room, pushed open the underworld, ready to sit and meditate, who knows, saw that face that will never be forgotten after seeing it.

He had made up his mind to forget, and he didn't think about it anymore, but for some reason, just one glance, he remembered the astonishing face that glanced at him from the slight side of his body.

Long night lifted the monk's robe, sat silently on the futon, and looked at the woman quietly.

It wasn't until the middle of the moon that the body that had been facing away from him moved slightly.

The scattered silver threads slowly rose and drooped, and the woman sat up, turning her head, facing the sight of the long night as faint as moonlight.

"You're back. ”

"You're here. ”

The woman's voice still had a hint of lazy and hoarse that she had just woken up, but the sound of the long night was still clear, like a stream in the moonlight sliding over the rocks. The voices of the two were different, but they were in unison, with a strange harmony.

With that, the woman laughed softly, and Changye's face became a little softer.

"The last time you said you would ask me again when the flowers bloomed, do you still count?"

I asked.

The long night eyes were slightly raised, and he looked at the woman's clothes, which were blue and shiny, like the flourishing vines in the mountains.

This blue color reminds the long night that it is another year of summer, and it is autumn again.

At this time last year, he said to her through the door: "Wind donor, you and I meet in Pingshui, it's time to say goodbye." ”

Then, the woman picked up the wooden box he had deliberately placed outside the door, and left alone in the middle of the night.

The streamer is fleeting, and it is the most ruthless.

never thought that after a year, he would be able to see her again.

Long Night didn't know what he felt in his heart, and he bowed his head lightly.

"But the year has come, and the flowers have not yet bloomed. ”

I looked at the long night and made up my mind.

"When the time comes, it will be opened. ”

Since that night, the woman has come to the cottage from time to time to spend the night.

The long night is getting used to it.

Uncle Withered's admonition often sounded in his heart, and he always reflected on himself and treated him with an ordinary heart. I always thought that this was not a violation.

The traces of the whipping have also disappeared, and as time has passed, the determination that had once broken through the firm has loosened considerably.

Until that afternoon, the woman handed Changye a wooden box.

The wooden box was extremely simple, narrow and long, and Long Night knew that this wooden box was the one he had placed outside the wooden door before.

Long Night looked at the woman suspiciously.

He knew exactly what it was about. In the first place, he was the one who put the painting called his hometown inside. Now, what does the wind donor mean by taking out this box again?

"The book wasn't finished, and now I've finished it. ”

I motioned for the long night to open.

Although Long Night was a little puzzled, he still did it.

The picture scroll slowly spreads out, and the familiar old lanterns of the thatched hut come to the face.

The mountain stream is murmuring, the woman under the tree is leisurely, the birds are lively, only there is an ink-haired boy with a face who can't see clearly on the empty bluestone.

What shocked Changye was that the young man with a blurred face gradually began to grow eyebrows, eyes and nose under his gaze, and after a while, the sinuous ink stopped, and the young man in the painting raised his head slightly, except for the ink hair, it was the same as himself.

Long Night's usually plain face showed a shocked look for the first time.

"Illusion?"

I shook my head and laughed, "It's you!"

After a long night, the voice was still silent.

"Ridiculous. ”

He reprimanded.

I avoided answering: "The peony is blooming, do you want to go and see it?" ”

After a long night, he didn't answer, and went out to leave.

I waited from sunset to sunrise, and from sunrise to sunset...... Three days and nights later, the door creaked open.

"Let's go. ”

Long Night Road.

I shook my head stubbornly, and my voice was hoarse after not speaking for a long time: "I'm not leaving, didn't you say that you will ask me the answer again when the peony flowers bloom?" ”

"Whether I get it or I can't, I don't want to look back. ”

"The past has long since disappeared, and I hope the donor will not be too persistent. ”

The long night folds your palms and lowers your eyes.

"Wine. ”

"Wind donor. ”

"Wine. ”

"Wind girl. ”

Persist for a long night.

I chuckled lightly and approached the long night: "You dare to say that you drew a line with me two years ago, wasn't it because your uncle broke the point of extinction that you moved your mortal heart?"

Without waiting for the long night to refute, I stepped forward again, stretched out my hand around his shoulder and pressed it down: "And you here, here, here...... Do you dare, take off your shirt, and let me see if you have the scar on your back?"

The breath from the woman's mouth was in her ears, and one hand was still on her back.

Changye couldn't help but tense his body, stood motionless and stiffened, and silently recited the Pure Heart Sutra several times in his heart, in order to expel the interference of the outside world and keep his Zen heart.

It wasn't hard to know that the night before my departure, I used the Soul Mirror again.

Feng Jiu said that the Soul Chasing Mirror does not belong to the mortal world, and every time it is used, it will be counterattacked by the rules of this world. You can only use it three times at most, and you will be devastated.

This time, it's the second time I've used it.

On the second day after using the soul chasing mirror, I set off for Chang'an. was already mentally exhausted, and coupled with running all the way, he fell asleep with exhaustion.