Jingkong looked about fifty, with a kind face, lean and tough, he was dressed in a daily monk's robe, and there was no presiding over at all. He clasped his palms together and said kindly, "Amitabha, donor, please speak." As long as the old man can do it, he will definitely solve problems for the donor. ”

"Thank you, Master." I didn't expect this Master of Pure Space to speak so well, "That's right, I want to chant and pray for a friend." ”

"What's so hard about that? Give me their names and birthdays. ”

Ruhan happily handed over the note that had already been prepared, thinking that a master is a master, and this bearing is really different from mortals.

Jingkong took the note, glanced at the name on it, frowned and asked, "Does the donor know Mr. Chen Yixue?" ”

"yes." How did he know this? Can a monk still be a prophet?

"Two days ago, a friend came to the old man and asked us to chant for his family, who is the name on the benefactor's note." Jingkong looked at her and smiled with relief.

Ruhan's heart tightened, "Is the friend the master said Yixue?" ”

The Buddha said: Forgetting does not mean that it never existed, and everything comes from choice, not deliberately. It's better to let go, the more you let go, the more you feel like you have more. After that, the clear space turned around and walked towards the huge golden incense burner on the side, slowly put the note into the furnace, and in an instant the snow-white note turned into ashes and disappeared in the air with the wind, "If you can't let go, you can hold your mind for a long time, so you can't let go, it's really against the way of life." Amitabha, the old man said goodbye. Donors, please cherish them. ”

Is the master trying to persuade her to let go of her obsession?

Ruhan stayed in place for a long time, until Yaya ran over from the apse of the temple and pulled the corner of her clothes, "Sister, the food here is delicious, I gave you a share, are you hungry?"

"Yaya, has Brother Yixue come to your house recently?" She crouched down and stroked the child's face.

"Yes. But I only stayed for two days and left. Yaya put the lunch box in her hand with a smile, "Brother Yixue told me that the camellia I planted with me last year will soon bloom. In the future, all those who come here to worship the Buddha and the souls who have been exceeded, will be able to see it. He said. The child turned his head and pointed to the opposite mountain, "Sister, you don't know that this camellia attracts people from other towns. They all came to take a look. It's going to be a tourist attraction soon. ”

Sure enough, he planted it! She should have guessed a long time ago.

That's what this man is. Silently did so much behind her back but always didn't say it, if it wasn't for her whim, wouldn't she be kept in the dark and didn't know anything? Can't he just say to her, "I planted a mountain of camellias." Now that it's blooming, let's take you over and see it" Isn't that a romantic thing?

She sighed, as if he wanted to accompany her, but she did not agree, and left him at the entrance of the village.

Although there are still some complaints, but if you say that you are not moved, it is false, there is a man who can do this for himself, then she is the happiest woman in the world. It must be that she has accumulated a lot of virtue in her previous life, so that she can get acquainted with him in this life, know and fall in love, thank God!

The continuous running made Ruhan a little tired, and the weight of the backpack made her a little unbearable. Fortunately, Yaya is a child who grew up in the mountains, not as squeamish as the children in the city, not only did not become a burden to her, but helped her a lot.

Along the fragrance of flowers, they climbed the not too high mountain, in the sea of flowers, they couldn't help shouting loudly at the empty valley, listening to the echo in their ears, Ruhan couldn't help but feel that all the hard work and effort were worth it.

"Yaya, do you know what the flower language of camellia is?"

"I don't know."

Ruhan walked up to her, stroked her cute pigtails, and said softly: "Yaya, remember, the flower language of camellia is cute, humble, ideal love, cautious, and great charm. ”

"Well, I remember, sister!"

"Yaya, did you ask you to bring the harmonica before you went out?"

The child nodded, took out a small harmonica from his small bag, and held it up to Ruhan.

"Yaya, can you blow "White Birch Forest" for my sister's friends?" She lowered her eyes and looked at the camellia not far away, her heart could be described as mixed, and finally she smashed it without holding back a tear.

Suddenly, the slightly jerky and immature sound of the piano floated in the mountains, and there was a peaceful silence all around, and the delicate petals gently swayed with the wind, as if in harmony. Farewell, Liu Mingyu! Farewell, Huang Shangwen! Farewell, Zhao Gang! Farewell, bygone youth! Farewell, that first love that is as beautiful as the sun!

There is only one little snowflake in my world, let it pass!

In spring, there is a large temperature difference between morning and evening, the sun sinks in the west, and the mountain fog is shrouded.

Behind them was a thick black, as if it were about to devour all life, while in front of them was a light and smoke. Ruhan didn't rush back to the entrance of the village before the sun went down as promised, she was already anxious to return to her heart like an arrow, but when she saw a faint familiar figure under the old plane tree, her heart immediately settled, and she couldn't help but speed up her pace and walk towards the man.

He was still standing where they had left, and the clothes on his body might have been blown by the wind for a day, but they didn't detract from his majesty at all. Looking at the past from such a distance, she suddenly realized that the elegant and refined man in her memory had already transformed into a husband who was as warm as many ordinary wives waiting to return home. He looked at her with a look of determination and obsession, and a hint of uncertainty, she knew what he was worried about. After so many years, she has always made him feel uneasy, and now she has let go of all her attachments, and just wants to live a good life with him from now on.

She took Yaya's hand and paused in front of him, looking up at his eyes, but the thousand words in her heart only turned into silence. And he looked back at her quietly, his chapped lips opened and closed several times before he could speak.

He didn't even drink a sip of water this day, right? usually scolds her for being stupid, but in fact, he is the stupidest person.

"I have something I want to say to you." Ruhan took something out of his pocket, grabbed his left hand and put the thing in his hand on it, then closed his palm, lowered his head and pulled Yaya away without looking at his reaction.

The palm of her hand was soft and she didn't know anything, Yixue frowned suspiciously, and slowly opened her hand. After seeing what it was, he gently pulled the corners of his mouth, and then the corners of his mouth became bigger and bigger, and the laugh lines at the corners of his eyes became longer and longer, and finally all of them were gathered into his temples.

He glanced back at the big and small backs that were a little far away, quickly re-grasped the pink, and chased after him with his long legs. (To be continued.) )