With a series of 'pop' sounds, Satoyama walked down the stairs. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info I saw that he was holding a white letter in his hand: "Zhang Er". He called a guy who was putting porcelain on the shelf: "Please send this letter to Yuelou, and say that I will ask her to go to the theater to watch a play in the evening." ”

In the living room, Mr. Lin was playing chess with an old friend.

"You're here!"

"Well, my uncle has been in good health lately. Here are some of the tonics I bought for you, please take them. ”

Mr. Lin nodded slightly and motioned for the maid to put away the gift.

"This is"? The guest frowned, but couldn't remember who it was.

"This is the person I often mention to you that my daughter has helped. He was a very capable young man, and in just a few months, he opened a large porcelain shop with the money given by Yuelou, and it ran very well. ”

"Oh, what a young talent! There must be a lot of women pursuing him with a man like this. Why don't you hurry up and marry your daughter to him?" The guest said seriously.

"Huh"! Mr. Lin turned to a maid and said, "Why hasn't the young lady come yet?" Hurry up and call Yuelou over. ”

Yuelou twisted her slender waist and walked into the living room, Ying Ying bowed to the visitors and Congshan, and then sat next to Congshan. At this time, Congshan turned his head and smiled at her, and she also nodded slightly with her eyes flowing.

The visitor is not like Mr. Lin, who is an emotional person. He could already see the meaning of their admiration from the eyes of Yuelou and Congshan.

The guest looked at Mr. Lin slightly, then looked at Yuelou and Congshan and laughed: "You two are really talented and beautiful, a match made in heaven!" Hahaha! ”

Yuelou and Congshan lowered their heads with red faces when they heard this.

"Huh. You two go out for a walk first, I have something to talk about with your Uncle Li." Mr. Lin also looked at them with a smile.

The cobblestone path is full of fallen leaves, and Yuelou and Congshan feel soft and comfortable when they walk up.

"So you like to watch theater too!" Yuelou asked with a side face.

"I only look at it occasionally."

"Actually, you don't have to do this, we can do something that we both like."

Yuelou suddenly said such words, Congshan was stunned for a moment, but soon he regained his composure: "Then what do you like?"

"I like to go to quaint places, such as the Summer Palace, summer resorts. I also want to see the sea once, blow the sea breeze, and pick up shells." As she said that, she laughed to herself: "That's right! I'm going to the prairie again. I love horseback riding very much, and I just went to Changpingpo last month to gallop on horseback. ”

Congshan really didn't expect her to have so many faces: gentle, elegant, cute, kind, calm, quiet, romantic, and versatile, but she likes excitement and is not tame.

A gust of wind blew and rolled up dead leaves all over the ground. Yuelou turned her face and raised her sleeves to cover her eyes. When the wind stopped, her clothes were covered with dead leaves, but she didn't care, and continued with her hands behind her back and a smile on her face.

Unconsciously, they came to a large lake. There is a building in the middle of the lake. Yuelou and Congshan walked up the stone bridge together, and to Congshan's surprise, the decorations on the bridge were the decorations. It was a white crane carved from the finest white marble, and there were more than 100 on the left and right sides!

"You sit down first, and I'll make you some tea."

Looking around, Congshan found that this inconspicuous building was filled with ancient scrolls and paintings, as well as ivory carvings, jade carvings, Tang Sancai, Ming porcelain and other treasures.

"Actually, I've always wanted to ask you a question, but I don't know whether to ask it or not, and where to start." Yuelou looked at Congshan Road.

"It's okay, you ask!"

"I've never been able to figure out one thing." Yuelou frowned and said, "How could a knowledgeable, wise and elegant person like you be reduced to begging for food on the street?" ”

"I don't want to talk about the past, but I've learned a lot from it."

Cong Shan pondered for a long time, Fang Zi raised his head in pain and slowly continued: "I feel that each of our lives is predestined. What kind of era, what kind of country, what kind of family you are born in is not something you can decide, but it is precisely these things that determine your genes! Nature! Destiny! Your character, your emotions, your willpower, and so on, these subjective things are originally just like what the Buddhists talk about – dependent voidness. They are all projections of external objects in your mind. It is these things that come in from the outside that give rise to what you call 'me'. Your love-hate emotions and actions are illusory. What you call you is not you in the first place, and what I call me is not me in the first place. Everything rises and dies in the harmony of causes and conditions. Everything is not fixed! Everything is fake! Everything is long dead! All things will perish! ”

Congshan stood up suddenly, trembling and slamming the teacup on the ground: "But why do I still feel boundless pain!" Boundless sorrow! I often felt like a marionette being controlled, my soul burned to powder like crystals close to the sun, my body about to be trampled into pulp by giants. ”

Yuelou looked into his eyes. She had never seen such sadness, helplessness, loneliness, pain, grief, depression, and despair in her eyes. She lowered her head, as if she was afraid that her heart would be burned by this look.

"Even though I have money now, I'm still scared. I always feel like no matter how hard I try, how desperate I try. One day I will have nothing, and I will fall into boundless sadness and despair again. I don't know how long I'll live or if I'm going to have a nervous breakdown. All I know is that my whole life will be subject to my fate without the slightest resistance, and I only know that my bones will one day turn to dirt. ”

Yuelou didn't know when he had hugged Congshan. She hugged him tightly and didn't say a word, just hugged him so tightly. She listened quietly to every word he said, quietly rising and sinking in his sorrow.