My heart is like a white cloud to you

A sincere attachment

Your heart is like a merciless wind to me

Repeatedly blowing the clouds away

-- Lobsang Rinchen Changyang Gyatso

It has only been a few months since the New Year's Festival, and the king seems to be ten years older than before, and what makes Cangyang Gyatso even more surprised is that he disregarded the dignity and dignity of the royal family's thousand-year-old and even knelt on the ground with tears in his eyes and begged the rosette to shave his hair, this trick cannot be said to be useless, but Cangyang Gyatso originally wanted to shave his hair, and Maggie Ami already knew his identity, no matter how she knew it, he felt that it no longer made sense for him to disguise himself as a noble young master.

When Changyang Gyatso saw that the king was crying pitifully, he lifted him up with his own hands, gave him the nearest seat, and promised him that he would never grow his hair again. Standing in the supreme position, how intelligent he is, and naturally knows the current situation well, the king of Zao does not need to say much. Zao was unexpectedly surprised by such a rosette and seemed to see infinite hope again.

The king explained to him what happened to Renzhen Ongmu, and he realized that it was Dejimedo's trick again, and at this moment, he had a clearer understanding of this little sister who had no guesses. After the king retired, Changyang Gyatso asked the monks to cut off the braids that had been painstakingly kept for more than a year. He put them in a rectangular brocade box, and the hair was really a "troubled thread", so he thought it was a dream.

But he couldn't sleep at night, thinking back to Maggie Ami's words, although she was right, but there were many unsatisfactory places, if he was a "floating prodigal" in his bones, how could he become a holy and flawless living Buddha overnight? In that case, he would rather she treat him like a prodigal.

He lay on the big bed with a large curtain, tossing and turning about Maggie Ami's attitude, feeling that she was not unkind to him, and she told him to go to as few crowded places as possible, and it was better not to go, but she didn't say not to let him go!

Cangyang Gyatso jumped from the bed to the ground with a heel, summoned the little novice who had gone to night to dress him for going out, and on a whim found a fur hat worn by the nobles, and went down the mountain like a gust of wind.

Standing outside the courtyard of Maggie Ami's house, his pounding heartbeat puzzled him, what a dilapidated and shabby house it was, the adobe walls were rough and ugly, the front and back of the house were piled up with firewood and forage for the livestock, a flickering oil lamp hung on the dark roof, and the light of the lamp illuminated a few drunks who were lying in the tavern and did not leave, and the sound of filthy and vulgar shouts and laughter came to the ears from time to time...... But when he pushed the door with his hand, every qiē in front of him made him feel holy and beautiful, as if he had realized a new realm of Buddhism, no, maybe it can't be compared to Buddhism, he knew in his heart that this was the love between men and women, and at this moment, even if he went to hell, he had no hesitation.

Maggie Ami's brother came out, in the middle of the night, who is here?

Cangyang Gyatso wore a very fashionable hat, his clothes were shiny and exquisite, and his figure was at least one head taller than that of a boy from a poor people's house, and his white and beautiful face was as bright as moonlight in the starless night.

There are always a few drunkards who don't leave at night, Abba and Brother take turns watching in the outhouse, Maggie Ami and Grandma have already slept in the back room, even the most dull people can see that this noble young master is not here to drink. Brother opened his mouth in surprise, hurriedly lifted the felt curtain high for him, and shouted inside as if his tongue was knotted: "Ah, Grandma! Ah, Ah! Get up! A distinguished guest is coming! ”

Cangyang Gyatso stood in the outhouse for a short while, and Maggie Ami hurriedly got dressed and came out of it.

"Young Master, why are you here again?"

This sentence made Cangyang Gyatso a little embarrassed.

Brother hurriedly said: "Sister, how can you say that, our family has a tavern, and the young master will come whenever he has to be free, what's not to do?" ”

Maggie Ami stopped talking. Grandma handed her a scalding flask and a tray for her to serve. As soon as she came out, the other drinkers didn't agree, and asked her to scald the wine herself.

Grandma said, "Why don't you invite the young master into the house?" ”

Cangyang Gyatso saw that Maggie Ami didn't speak, and hurriedly said to Grandma: "No need, I'm outside." ”

Maggie Ami didn't say anything after he finished scalding his wine, turned around and went back to the house. Cangyang Gyatso had no choice but to sit in the outhouse and pour himself a drink. This time the treatment was not the same as before, the stench of the drunk made Cangyang Gyatso want to vomit from time to time, and the noise in his ears was not only the pounding of cups and plates, but also those embarrassing filthy words, which Cangyang Gyatso had never heard and disdained to listen to in his life. Maybe it's because Maggie Ami ignores him, he feels that today's wine tastes bitter, or maybe it's because he still hopes to see her, so he endured the snub and humiliation and didn't leave for a long time.

As the sky grew brighter, Cangyang Gyatso consumed the last drunken man, and drank only the wine in the middle of the night, and his mood was as bad as cold water in a scalding wine jug. He couldn't understand how Maggie Ami could be so ruthless, and he would never come out again after going in like this, and as long as she showed up a little, even if it was just a glance at him through the crack in the curtain, he was content and wanted nothing else.

Poor brother lay on the bench and fell asleep. Cangyang Gyatso couldn't bear to shout for more wine, so he took out a few pieces of silver and put them on the table, and then left disheartened. Walking on the deserted streets of Lhasa, he shed sad tears for the person he loved for the first time.

After the morning class, I heard a report from the acolyte that Rinchen Onmu led the bhikshunis to ask for an audience outside the Sunshine Hall with the five major Tibetan and Mongolian translation dictionaries. Cangyang Gyatso didn't want to see anyone, but the attendant said that she was coming back for the second time, so Cangyang Gyatso had to refuse her on the grounds of impersonating the wind and cold, and wrote a small poem on loose papyrus and asked the attendant to take it out and give it to her.

When Renzhen Ongmu heard that His Holiness was sick, his resentment was relieved, and guilt came to his heart, as he had been misunderstanding him since yesterday morning. Seeing that he wrote poems and sent them out with her own hands, she figured out that he had her in his heart. She took the little poem and led the nuns back to the White House, and asked them to go through the dictionary to explain the meaning of the poem. Renzhen Weng Mu then ordered someone to go down the mountain to summon Mingxin back.

After seeing Concubine Ming's edict, Mingxin returned to the palace overnight, thinking that there was something important, it turned out to be just a small poem and no one translated it, but she knew that for the master, this was the first priority in the world.

She unfolded a thin piece of loose papyrus, and when she saw Cangyang Gyatso's scribbled and sad handwriting, she couldn't help but feel sad again, that night, her heart was not happier than his.

Renzhen Weng Mu was a little anxious, and urged: "Sister, what's the matter, this poem is difficult?" ”

Mingxin retracted his thoughts and forced a smile and said, "Ah, Gege, don't look at this little poem with only a few simple words, but its meaning is quite profound, I just thought about it for a while;." ”

Renzhen Weng Mu gasped, covered his mouth with his little hand, and said, "Ah, I'm interrupting your train of thought, really." ”

Mingxin smiled and shook his head: "No." Please listen. ”

"Hmm." Rinchen Ongmu listened attentively - Cangyang Gyatso's poem:

A direction that I sincerely aspire to

Donkeys are faster than horses

When the horse is still saddled

The donkey had already galloped out

Renzhen Weng Mu was puzzled when she heard this, thinking about what happened before and after, which had nothing to do with this poem at all, she picked up the loose papyrus and looked at it over and over, muttering in her small mouth: "Is this a lyric poem, or a verse poem?" Why do I think it doesn't seem to have anything to do with me, hey, did the acolyte take the wrong one? ”

How could the acolyte take the wrong thing, Mingxin understood what he meant very well.

The direction of heartfelt yearning refers to the side of the person who really loves, the donkey is faster than the horse, which means that even if the fate is shallow, it will be pursued hard, when the horse is still in the saddle, it means that for the person who does not love, the attitude is always careless, and the donkey has already galloped out, which means that for the person who is in love, the attitude can not be bad at all.

In addition, this little poem has two implications, one is that Renzhen Om is not the person he loves, and the other is that he feels that he is not the person that Maggie Ami loves. With this poem, he not only politely rejected Injin Ongmu, but also tried to persuade himself to stop wishing for wishful thinking.

Renzhen Weng Mu asked, "Sister, you say, could it be that the acolyte took it wrong?" The rosette writes poems every day, and the finished poems are placed on the desk, and the acolyte does not know which one he wants to give to me, so he carelessly takes it into something else? Could it be? Could it be? ”

Mingxin just agreed, and didn't want to pick out the poetry for her, since the lotus himself didn't say it clearly, why should he offend the master for him.

Rinchen Ongmu folded up the loose papyrus, wrapped it in an embroidered handkerchief, and said to himself with comfort, "In any case, the rosette must have written me a poem, and tomorrow I will go to his acolyte to exchange it for that one." ”

Mingxin looked at her and sighed secretly, this Mongolian Gege is really a stupid girl, where did she know that this marriage is just a flash in the pan, and it is impossible to get it. Once a war starts, it means making peace, and only then does she know that all the love in this life will be in vain.

Renzhen Weng Mu tugged at Mingxin's sleeve: "Tomorrow you will come with me to see the rosette, okay?" I heard he was sick. ”

When Mingxin came back, her thoughts flew wildly, and this sentence suddenly summoned her seven souls and six spirits back, and she suddenly grabbed Renzhen Wengmu's hand unintentionally: "What did you say?" ”

Renzhen Weng Mu felt that she was a little weird, so he pulled out his slightly aching hand little by little, bent his eyes and said weakly: "Sister, I didn't listen to you yesterday, I thought that the dictionary could explain the law, so I went to find the lotus seat with the dictionary, but the acolytes reported to the temple of sunlight three times without reply, I was quite angry at the time, and later I learned that the lotus seat was infected with the wind cold." ”

Mingxin thought to himself, it must have been yesterday in the tuyere to sit and drink all night of wine, the body was trampled down, plus I was very neglectful of him, so he was breathless, he went back at dawn, at that time the wind knife was the most sharp, he was wearing a velvet hat, but when he left, he left the hat in the tavern...... After thinking about it, Mingxin really couldn't bear it, and he really wanted to go and see him