She-

Mrs. Jinghui?

Feng Chuan didn't care about anything else, pursed his lips and smiled, "You are Mrs. Jinghui?" Then he asked, "Do you know Miss Bai Zhirou?" ”

In her flickering gaze, the other party was extremely cold.

"I don't know, a monk has no relatives and no affiliation, let alone a dead person."

Dead people?

Feng Chuan pointed at her and said clearly, she is Jinghui.

Since entering the temple, she has never said that Bai Zhirou is dead.

And how did she know.

Looking at her hand again, the left hand is in front and the right hand is in the back, and her gaze has been dodging.

The little nun on the side was about to drive her away.

She said in one sentence, and the Jinghui Shitai in front of her was Bai Zhirou back then.

"I don't understand what you're talking about." She hurriedly sent a few little nuns to "send this benefactor away." ”

Her dodge, Feng Chuan is even more certain, she is Bai Zhirou.

Feng Chuan actually mentioned Fang Hua.

She stopped, turned her back to Feng Chuan, and stumbled inside and outside the threshold, unable to enter or retreat.

Finally, he said, "The monk does not know what the donor said." ”

"Fang Hua is going to become a monk, and he is in Guangyuan Temple."

Jinghui turned around slowly, silent for a while.

That year, the cleanly dressed man, with his clothes fluttering and his hearty laughter, she knew that he was nothing more than starting a family. But Feng Chuan said that he wanted to become a monk?

Feng Chuan burst into tears, "He found Chen, Chen said you have ......" She lowered her voice, and her deep throat trembled slightly, "He wanted to meet you, if you are well, he will not disturb, if you are alone, he will ......"

She asked Fengchuan to walk alone.

Patrol every step, the ruler is the number of lotuses.

She looked at Feng Chuan and looked at it, "The monk is dedicated to the Buddha, and the red dust is cut off, if you see him, you don't have to mention me, just because I am dead." ”

Feng Chuan understood this, but she witnessed Fang Hua's dedication to love, and she couldn't bear it in her heart.

"He has made up his mind to become a monk and will never be stained with red dust again, why don't Mrs. Shi let the story of fourteen years ago have an ending and see him again?"

Seeing is also painful, and not seeing is also painful.

If it hurts, why bother.

"No!" Feng Chuan stopped in front of her and blocked the way.

She peeked at Jing Hui's expression, knowing the reluctance in her heart, and said: "Master Jing Hui is too good at breaking the red dust, and the monks are merciful, why can't an infatuated man take the last look before cutting off the love thread?" ”

As expected, Jinghui closed her eyes, breathed shallowly, and finally nodded as she wished.

Guangyuan Temple and Qinggu Nunnery are 100 feet apart, but they have walked for a long time.

Jing Hui hid outside the door, Feng Chuan waited for a long time, and asked Xiao Shami, only to learn that Fang Hua had not yet entered, so he was relieved.

The one hundred and eight beads in Jinghui's hand kept turning, or no longer nostalgic for the colorful past, and everything in the world rotated with the beads.

"Miss Fengchuan—"

Fang Hua was dressed plainly, walked up to Feng Chuan, thanked him, and swept over his strange and familiar face.

If it weren't for Feng Chuan's reminder, he wouldn't have noticed the figure on the side.

"Who do you think she is?"

He turned his head perfunctorily, stunned.

A look of surprise instantly spread across his face.

He finally called out that name, fourteen years, countless calls in dreams, countless disappointments in life, and then despair.

"Zhirou, you're not dead?"

The expression on his face could no longer distinguish between crying and laughing.

"Call me Mrs. Jinghui." She deliberately lowered her voice, and words came out of her deep throat, like a blunt knife smearing through a sinking wood.

She was dressed up, and Fang Hua naturally knew it.

He was frozen, "You ......" thought for a while and called, "Mrs. Jinghui." ”

"Do you know why Zhirou refused to leave with the person she loved?"

Jing Hui, who was a foot away, breathed a long sigh of relief.

The past naturally does not need to be mentioned, and the past will eventually disappear with the red dust.

She didn't raise her eyes, she smiled knowingly, "People's feelings are all cause and effect, poor nuns can't say much, the donor is about to take refuge in Buddhism, naturally cut off the love thread, and the past can be forgotten." ”

Fang Hua looked at her, he didn't know why she had to appear, and he couldn't understand why she hadn't come back to find herself for so many years.

He pondered deeply, can a person really be ruthless and forget everything in the past?

Step by step, inch by inch, each of them has their own thoughts.

Feng Chuan didn't understand, the two of them each cut off their love threads, could it be because of a love word, but they ended up with no fate, looking at each other, unable to untie the knot.

Fang Hua turned around and walked into the temple, Jing Hui also turned her head to leave, Feng Chuan stretched out his arm and grabbed her, "Shi Tai understands the front edge and forgets Hongchen, but can you tell me why you went to Qinggu Nunnery in the first place, why didn't you go back to him?" ”

She waved her hand, not saying a word about the past.

She returned to Qinggu'an, and the door slowly closed.

Two people who once loved each other have dedicated their lives to each other, but they have broken their lives for love.

At night, Qinggu Nunnery, sitting alone in the courtyard, with his back to the north and facing south, borrowing a bright moonlight, his eyes are clear, and his head is slightly looking up at the sky.

One, two, three......

Many years ago, a male doll and a female doll used to sit on the grass, stretching out their white and tender fingers, counting the stars in the sky.

Which one is bigger? Which one is smaller? They see it at a glance.

They gave each star a name.

They seem to be the best buddies with them.

After a few more years, they stopped naively calling the stars and pointed to them to make wishes.

The two people did not tell each other, and kept their wishes firmly in their hearts, they naively thought that if they didn't show their voices, their wishes would come true.

"Mrs. Jinghui!"

A little nun took the Taoist and walked around behind her.

"It's cold, it's so late, why are you still here?"

Jinghui shook her head, slowly got up and entered the house.

It's just silently muttering all the way: the moon is still there, and the stars shine on the old people.

The nun beside her didn't understand, so she asked two questions, but she didn't answer, so she went back to the house to rest.

Aster was listless when she saw Feng Chuan calling back, and guessed that she was worried about others again.

"That's it, that's it, people always have to face reality, and the result can't be changed."

She told Aster what happened, kept smacking her lips, and her tone was deep, why do people who love each other pay so much for each other, but they can't be together?

"Who said they weren't together?"

Feng Chuan looked up in astonishment, looked at Aster, and took a sip of tea, "They are already monks, shouldn't my mother say that they will ...... in private?"

"Go! Don't talk nonsense! Aster covered her up. Explanation: "A lot of times, being together is not being together. The two have not married for half their lives, that is, they have reserved the purest soul of their lives for each other. Two people with one heart is the same virtue. ”

Maybe some people are destined to have no husband and wife, but they are willing to dedicate their lives to each other, the love and share of the world can be called luxury, there are many people who hear it, and few people who see it, but at least the supporters understand the unique charm.