When Mengci returned, Satoyama was still sitting under the tree. She ran over with the umbrella she had just bought, shielding him from the drizzle that was falling from the night sky.

Mengci asked with concern, "What's wrong with you?"

Congshan lowered his head and said softly, "I'm fine." ”

"Is it really okay?" asked Mengci again. She stroked Satoyama's wet hair, letting his head press against her chest.

"Nope". Congshan said, "There's a temple over there, let's go over and have a look, shall we?"

"Okay". Meng Ci smiled and lifted up Congshan, "People who often go to the temple to pray for blessings are too greedy, and the Bodhisattva will definitely not fulfill their wishes." People like us, who have never prayed before, pray once in a while, and the bodhisattva will surely fulfill our wishes. ”

"What do you want to pray?" Satoyama asked, trying to soothe the grief in his heart.

Meng Ci bit her lip and said unhappily, "You asked knowingly." Of course I'm praying that you'll be better to me. ”

Satoyama knew she would say that. He thought he would be happier to hear such words, but he didn't expect that it would increase his guilt for her.

From here to the Guanyin Temple, he drove ten minutes.

"Yuelou came by carriage at that time, and it was a tour of the mountains and rivers, it should take forty or fifty minutes, right?"

The temple is deserted and surrounded by weeds. But it's just deserted, no cracks, no danger.

The temple door was opened, and bright candlelight was shining inside, and the fragrance of tribute incense also spread through the rain and mist.

The futon is very new, but Guanyin is very old, and the plants in the net bottle held by Guanyin have long since dried up. The attendants beside her and the two rows of goddesses in front of her were also like her, their skin and clothes peeling off layer by layer.

Congshan wondered, "She never believed in God, but why did she have a soft spot for this temple? If she liked this temple so much, why didn't she renovate it? Did she often come with her father in the past, and did she not renovate the temple in memory of him? Or did she often come here to play with her lover when she was a girl?"

He was thinking wildly, knowing that his thoughts were boundless and illogical, but he still indulged in them.

Meng Ci saw that he looked lonely and miserable, and vaguely guessed that this place had something to do with Yuelou.

She kept complaining about him in her heart, but she still smiled and said in a very soft and gentle tone: "Let's kneel down and kowtow, it will be difficult to leave when it rains heavily." ”

Congshan came back to his senses and said apologetically, "Okay. ”

Mengci knelt down and closed his eyes with his hands folded.

"I hope that he and Yuelou can reconcile, and there will never be any contradictions in the future, and I hope that Xidie can grow up healthy and happy, and can marry a good husband in the future. I also hope that he will come to me often, even if he is reconciled with his wife. ”

"I'm just a poor woman with nothing, after all. ”

Clear tears flowed down her eyes. When I opened my eyes, the tear line turned into a thin waterfall. She turned her head, and Congshan was actually crying.

Prayer is a happy thing, because you still have someone to remember. But why did the person you remember hurt you the most?

Congshan slowly knelt down. He didn't kowtow or pray, just stared into Guanyin's eyes stupidly.

There was no emotion in its eyes.

How can a clay puppet have feelings? How can a clay puppet without emotion help the world.

Aren't the people who worship the clay puppets all stupid and idiots?

"Please tell me what to do? If you marry Mengci, then Mengci and I will be happy, and Xidie will be able to grow up according to my education.

"What about her? Naturally, she would be very sad. But after a few years, it will be eliminated, right? After that, if she finds the right man, she will be happier, right? But what if she is not happy? What if the man she finds is not good to her? In that case, I can feel at ease?"

He had thought about this problem hundreds of times, but he couldn't find the right solution.

Every time he thought of himself, Mengci, and Yuelou being unhappy, he couldn't help but burst into tears.

Mengci handed the handkerchief stained with his tears to Congshan, lowered his head and said, "Are you hungry?"

Congshan said: "No?"

"I'm hungry, shall we go get something to eat?"

"Where are you going to eat?"

Mengci's tone had a hint of resentment in his tone, and said, "I know that there is a tavern near the villa where you used to live is very good, let's go there for dinner, shall we?"

"Well, I haven't been there in a long time, so we'll spend the night there tonight. ”

Since Yuelou fell outside this tavern last winter, Yumeci hasn't been here. As soon as she saw this tavern, she thought that Congshan had never come to her house since she was pregnant, that Yuelou said that he was her husband, and that he had some misunderstandings about herself, and that Congshan had slapped herself in front of Yuelou.

What a slap in the face.

The body hurts, and the heart hurts too. So she cried, and cried so much, so much.

She rushed out of the hospital room crying.

At that time, she swore that she would never miss him again, but how could she control it?

Why is a woman's heart always so soft?

Why are soft women always hurt by men?

Mengci said: "I order a small portion of beef, two cakes, and a plate of side dishes." ”

"Oh, I'll go to the counter and ask for something, you can sit down first. ”

She sat down where Yuelou was sitting at the time.

When Satoyama came, she kept wiping her eyes with a handkerchief.

"Why are you crying?"

"I'm hungry and crying." Meng Ciqiang smiled, "Don't you know that women cry at every turn?"

"You look good when you cry, but don't cry, I'm going to be uncomfortable when I see it. ”

"Really?" said Meng Porcelain staring at Satoyama.

"Can't you marry me desperately if you're uncomfortable?"

Of course, she didn't say it.

After eating a cake, Mengci suddenly said, "Let's have a drink? ”

Congshan was surprised: "You still drink?"

"No, but it's okay to drink, isn't it? Even if you're drunk, aren't you?"

Satoyama asked gently, "Then how much should we order?"

"Two bottles, one for you and one for me. ”

"Good. ”

After the wine was brought up, Congshan poured a cup for Mengci. As soon as she took a sip, she kept coughing and fanning her mouth with a handkerchief. She felt like she was drinking not wine, but hot lava. Her face was also burned red.

"Stop drinking." Satoyama reached out and tried to snatch her glass.

"No, I want to drink it today". Yumeci said stubbornly.

She actually wanted to see if she could confide in him the deepest and deepest things in her heart when she was drunk.

Congshan had never seen her like this.

But after drinking five cups, Mengci was drunk, and his eyes were as beautiful as a residual chrysanthemum in the cold wind.

"Do you know what this place is?" she cried.

"I don't know". Satoyama tried to hold her, but she broke free.

"You don't know anything". Meng Ci gritted his silver teeth and said, "This is where Yuelou fell last winter. She said at the time that you were her husband and that you had a misunderstanding of me. Do you remember what you said at the playground? When you saw me with that man, you said he was my man, that I was a. You came to my house and beat me later. ”

"I didn't really push her, I just ran out angrily. She fell on her own, and I helped her to the hospital, but you hit me in front of her. ”

Meng Ci roared, "You hit me in front of her!"

"I remember". Satoyama said.

He hugged her. She's breaking free, trying her best to break free. But he still hugged her and hugged her tightly.

Mengci wept and said, "I'm a poor woman, am I?"

"Yes". Satoyama said frankly, "Everything is my fault. ”

"You're not wrong, I'm stupid, who makes me love you?" she snuggled into Congshan's arms, biting the placket of his clothes, and said with teary eyes.

When Yuelou returned home at five o'clock, there were already guests coming from all sides one after another. She was supposed to stay at the door to greet the guests, but she went straight back to her room.

Yuelou frowned tightly and slowly pushed the door open. She glanced at it, but still didn't see Congshan's figure. At that moment, she felt as if the air had condensed into ice, and she herself was like a dead person frozen in ice, emotionless and unconscious. Her eyes were distracted, and she couldn't take a single step.

I don't know how long it took, but she finally walked back to the bedroom. Butterfly and the maid in the bedroom.

The mother knew that she would come here as soon as she came back to see if Congshan had returned, so she deliberately left the child here.

The maid sat at the head of the bed and shook the crib. The butterfly was already asleep, and the maid kept dozing off, and she was also groggy.

Yuelou sat next to the maid and patted her on the shoulder. The maid slowly raised her head, saw Yuelou, and asked with concern, "Is he back?"

"Nope". Yuelou frowned slightly, and said reluctantly.

"What then?" the maid said, biting her lip, "those people will surely speculate if they don't see the master at the banquet." ”

Yuelou said with tears: "If they like to guess, let them guess." ”

"You've worked hard to take care of the butterfly in the past two days, go back to sleep. I left the butterfly in the care of my mother. ”

"Good". The maid put Yuelou's hand in her palm and said gently, "Has Miss considered divorce?"

"It's impossible for me to divorce him. ”

"Why?"

"Isn't it pitiful that if we get divorced, she doesn't even have a complete family? On the other hand, we've known each other for six years, and we've been married for two years. I believe that no one can do without anyone now, and if we divorce, we will definitely leave each other with lifelong regrets. ”

"Are you happy now, miss?"

"Unhappy". Yuelou admittedly, "But I believe that if we divorce, we will be even more unhappy with each other." ”

"If you don't get divorced, you're going to be unhappy for the rest of your life? Would you rather do that?"

"I don't know". Yuelou said resolutely, "Maybe when Xidie is old enough, when he is no longer cowardly, I will consider divorcing him when he is sad, right?"

"What if he is sad and cowardly all his life?"

"In that case, I would never get divorced. Other women may take care of him better than I will and be gentler than me, but I believe that I can make him feel more grounded and know how to relieve his inner depression better than they do. ”

The maid looked at Yuelou's red and swollen eyes, and her eyes were already red: "Why don't you think about yourself?"

"Because I love him". Yuelou said lightly, "So I don't want to see him sad and sad." ”

The maid said with a gloomy look in her eyes, "Then what if he wants to divorce you?"

Yuelou sighed softly and said, "Alas, I will try my best to keep him, if I can't keep him, I will agree to the divorce." But I will never marry again, and if he regrets it one day, I will accept him again, take care of him and protect him as I have always done. ”

Yuelou walked into her mother's room with Xidie in her arms. Xidie can already walk at this time, but she can't walk steadily.

She also laid a comfortable carpet in her mother's room, and wrapped the edges and corners of the table, stool, and threshold with cotton.

Mrs. Lin knew that her daughter would come, and she was already sitting at the table waiting for her.

The daughter walked in with Xidie in her arms, her cheeks were thin, her eyes were slightly sunken, and her shoes and cheongsam were a little dusty.

She was a clean-minded person.

Yuelou smiled at her mother, put Xidie on the carpet, took a few pieces of leather, and put the cloth toy beside her.

With a glimmer of hope in her heart, she asked her mother, "Has he come to you?"

Mrs. Lin complained, "No. ”

Yuelou said: "I didn't find him, and they didn't seem to find him either." Now the only hope is that he will be able to read the newspaper, and I will not hate him as long as he can get back before the feast begins. ”

Mrs. Lin knew that this hope was very slim, but she couldn't bear to debunk her daughter's thoughts: "Who is welcoming you?"

"It's Qingping and Su Xiu." Yuelou's voice was desolate, and he said, "I entrust the butterfly to you, and I should go now." ”

Mrs. Lin admonished: "If they ask Congshan where he is, you can say that he is on a business trip, don't say nothing, and don't tell the truth, okay?"

"I don't want to lie. When they asked, I said I didn't know where he had gone. ”

No matter what the richest man does, there are always a lot of people who come to join in the fun.

The little monk came alone. He did not wear monk's clothes, and short green hair grew on his head.

He ran over and smiled, "I haven't seen you for three months, but my sister is much more beautiful again!"

Yuelou said: "Really?"

"Of course, I'm never a liar. ”

"Hmm. ”

The little monk noticed that his sister seemed to be unhappy today. She always talks a lot and smiles a lot. She was coping with herself when she spoke, and the occasional smile on her face seemed to be carved up.

He suddenly remembered what his sister said when she cried in winter: "Because Satoyama hates me more and more." ”

He didn't ask where his brother-in-law was.

He was supposed to be here to greet guests.

Since he is not there, it obviously means that their relationship is not good, and asking it is just to increase my sister's sadness.

"Then I'll go in, and my sister should come in quickly." He took Yuelou's hand, slowly leaned down, and kissed the back of her hand with the grace of a Western European knight.

Looking at the little monk's contrived appearance, Yuelou finally smiled.

Although it is just a fleeting smile, it is so poignant and moving.

After a while, the old lady who sold flowers also came. Of course, the old grandmother no longer sells flowers. Yuelou opened a small restaurant for her, and she is now only responsible for collecting money.

The old man saw the sadness in Yuelou's heart at a glance: "What about Congshan?"

"He went out early yesterday morning, and I don't know where he went. ”

"He hasn't come back yet?"

That's something she shouldn't have asked.

"Nope. ”

"Are you making the relationship so stiff because of your children?"

"Yes. ”

"It's no wonder that your character is so strong, although he is cowardly, but he is also the kind of person who 'doesn't die until the heart of the Yellow River' after deciding the matter. ”

"You're right, I want to ask you how to solve this kind of thing?"

"What can be done, of course, is to give in to each other and compromise with each other. Husbands and wives see each other every day, and they don't just say that they are separated like lovers and friends. The child is only one year old, and all you can do is change yourself. ”

"But a person's personality is formed in the course of more than 20 years, and it takes at least five or six years, seven or eight years to change, right? If it were so easy to change oneself, the depressed people, bipolar disorder, and other mental patients who took medicine would not commit suicide. ”

"You can try to change the change. There is no other way but this. ”