In the early morning, the mountain gate of Myohoji Temple slowly opened, and Jingming, dressed in gray monk's robes, walked out with a broom. This handsome young man looked a little pale and haggard at the moment. Growing up in the temple since he was a child, he quickly adapted to the work and rest time in the temple. His practice began with sweeping the floor. Sweeping the floor, sweeping the heart, starts by cleaning the eighty-one steps at the entrance of the mountain.

Why he chose to clean the mountain gate, only Jingming himself knows.

Standing at the gate of the mountain, looking at the fireworks in the world under the mountain, he sighed faintly, and after chanting "Amitabha", he began to sweep the steps. As soon as I looked down, I saw a person half-lying at the bottom of the steps.

Why is that figure so familiar?

Do you have delusions again early in the morning?

He smiled bitterly and said silently: "Illusion is born from the heart, not reality, karma blindfolds, and everything is empty. Then, head down and start sweeping.

However, Jingming, who was sweeping the floor, was not attentive, and his eyes drifted in the direction of the figure from time to time, but the figure was becoming more and more real, which made Jingming frightened. He couldn't help but descend a few steps, getting closer and closer to the familiar figure, and when he was sure that it was not his hallucination, he hurriedly threw away the broom in his hand and ran down.

Isn't she supposed to be in school? How did it appear at the gate of the mountain?

Jingming gently lifted An Su up and let her lean into his arms. He looked at the sleeping man in his arms in disbelief, and had guessed that she had come up the mountain in the middle of the night. It's just that he hasn't seen him for a few days, her face is very thin, she looks extremely haggard, and her breathing in her sleep is not steady, which makes him feel distressed. He spread out her hand with a slight tremble, and the wound on the palm of his hand had scabbed and began to fall off, gently stroking, a little prickly. From childhood to adulthood, the two don't know how many times they have held hands, and they have always felt that her hands are soft and warm, but at the moment they are rough and cold. He patted An Su gently, but he didn't react, he immediately panicked, and slapped a few times in a row in horror.

An Su woke up leisurely, opened his hazy eyes, and saw the face of a magnified little monk. She smiled and thought to herself: I'm dreaming again. It's just why the little monk doesn't laugh anymore? Why the worries? Did something happen? Hey? How could the little monk hold himself? It's good to dream, but she wants to see the little monk smile, and she doesn't want to see his worried look. She couldn't help but reach out and stroke the little monk's face.

Jingming was stunned, and slowly put his hand on Ansu's hand, pressing her hand tightly against his face, tears slowly flowing.

Who can understand his mood at the moment?

Anso's smile froze as she looked at it in disbelief. The cold palm is so real, and the wet on the hand. Wet is also real. Isn't she dreaming?

She suddenly remembered that she had come to Myohoji Temple in the middle of the night. She remembered that she wanted to see Jingming, and remembered that she had something to say to him. She looked at Jingming, who had not been seen for many days, and became thinner and thinner, looking a little pale and haggard.

Thinking of the purpose of coming here, Ansu said to him, "Jingming, I came to you to have something to say to you. When I opened my mouth, I found that my voice was already hoarse.

Jingming nodded, still holding her hand.

"Will you help me up?"

Jingming wiped away his tears and slowly helped Ansu up.

Ansu felt dizzy when she stood and couldn't help but shake it.

Jingming looked at her worriedly, not daring to let go.

An Su smiled and shook her head, signaling that she was okay and didn't have to worry. She looked at where the two of them were standing, maybe someone would come soon, not a place to talk. "Shall we change places?"

Jingming nodded.

The two walked towards the back mountain very tacitly. Neither of them spoke, until they walked under the Bodhi tree, Jingming paused, and looked up at the Bodhi tree for a long time.

Ansu looked at the Bodhi Tree and remembered his lofty ideals, and she smiled. Turning his head to look at him, he shouted in a low voice: "Jingming!" ”

Jingming looked back at An Su's smile and took her hand as if he had made up his mind. He didn't say a word or stop, he took An Su's hand, clasped his fingers, and kept moving forward.

An Su, who wanted to speak, completely forgot to think about it at this time, forgot what he wanted to say to him, and just let him take his hand and walk forward, as if he could hold hands and walk to the end of the world like this.

The two of them walked through the field and continued on. It was a mountain that Ansu had never set foot on before. She didn't bother to observe the surroundings, and all her thoughts were on the two hands that were clasped with her fingers, as if she had returned to the time when the two first met, and he also led her hand out of the mountain gate like this. At that moment, she had the illusion that they had been holding hands from the beginning to the present and would continue to walk hand in hand.

When they reached the edge of the cliff, the two stopped and looked down the mountain. The morning sun has sprinkled over the land, the little river they have visited countless times is sparkling and flowing, the land is full of business, the industrious villagers have begun their busy day, and the mischievous children are already running on the village road......

Jingming looked at Yiqiē under the mountain and smiled. Ansu looked at Jingming who smiled and looked at the bottom of the mountain. As long as he can smile and look down the mountain, as long as he's there.

There were several big trees on the edge of the cliff, and Jingming led Ansu to the bottom of the trees.

An Su looked up and found that one of them was actually a sa tree, and asked Jingming, "This is a sa tree?" ”

Jingming nodded, and also looked up at the Suluo tree. Suddenly, he took off the string of rosewood Buddhist beads wrapped around his hand and wrapped them around An Su's left wrist with an extremely serious expression.

An Su asked suspiciously, "Give it to me?" ”

Jingming nodded, smiling lightly.

An Su burst into tears in surprise, and she said word by word, extremely seriously: "Jingming, I have figured it out, and I will no longer hinder your cultivation, nor will I pray for the next life. I just want this life! As long as you are here in this life, you are on the mountain, and I am at the bottom of the mountain, you can listen to the evening drum and morning bell together. As long as you're in ......"

Jingming stretched out his hand and gently brushed away the tears on An Su's face, but his own tears rolled down. He sighed softly and lowered his head to meet An Su's head. The two wept at each other for a long time. Jingming stretched out his hand and hugged Ansu tightly in his arms.

Ansu hugged Jingming hard.

Once in a lifetime, that's enough!

"Ansule?" A voice came not far away, and it felt like disbelief.

The two of them, who hugged each other tightly, looked back at the source of the sound together, and did not let go of each other. An Su had already heard Xiang Hui's voice, but he couldn't believe it, why did he find here?

Looking at the two people who were still hugging each other, Xiang Hui angrily ran over and pushed them away. "What are you doing here?"

But Ansu rushed to Jingming's side, grabbed his hand tightly, and kept shaking his head. And Jingming only looked at An Su fixedly, and didn't pay attention to the qiē around him.

Xiang Hui looked at these two people, extremely angry, and reached out to drag An Su over. But An Su clung to Jingming's hand and didn't let go. Jingming seemed to have just reacted, and grabbed her hand tightly.

The three of them were pulling like this, An Su's head was getting dizzier and dizzier, she felt that she had no strength, and she couldn't hold it anymore. She looked at Jingming with attachment, and suddenly noticed the firmness in his eyes, and tears couldn't help but fall.

"What are you doing here?" Peng Dongjun and the three ran over.

Ge Yuhong found that An Su's face was pale and crumbling. "You two let go, Ansu is about to faint."

The two of them were shocked, and at the same time, Ansu fell to the ground, and his forehead hit the stone on the side, and blood immediately flowed. The panicked two reached out to help her at the same time, and An Su wanted to shake off Xiang Hui, but she was weak. She had no strength anymore, so she could only look at Jingming with great attachment.

Jingming reached out to hug Ansu, but was pushed to the ground by Xiang Hui, and his arm slammed into the ground, making him feel a sharp pain.

Xiang Hui wanted to hug An Su horizontally, but she struggled weakly. "Let me go...... Let me go...... Pure ...... Pure ......"

Jingming struggled to get up from the ground and rushed towards Ansu.

Xiang Hui was so angry that his eyes were red, and he pushed An Su to Peng Dongjun next to him: "You guys send her to the hospital quickly." After speaking, he stopped Jingming, who rushed over.

Tu Yunxi also came over to help and held him to death.

Peng Dongjun and Ge Yuhong picked up An Su and ran.

Ansu looked at Jingming who was being framed, burst into tears, and stretched out her hand to him, she couldn't hold it anymore. Before the fainting passed, he still desperately called out the name of the little monk.

That was the last time she saw the little monk. The little monk An Su saw for the last time he looked back, his face was no longer a light smile, but full of helpless tears.

Xiang Hui has never liked Jingming, and he is even more hateful at the moment, and he swung a punch at Jingming, who was already red-eyed.

Jingming, who has always been gentle and elegant, wiped away the tears on his face fiercely, and pushed Xiang Hui like crazy.

Tu Yunxi, who was on the side, looked at Jingming, who was usually powerless, in surprise, and looked desperate at the moment. He stepped forward and pulled Xiang Hui away, took out the switchblade on his waist and pointed it at Jingming.

Xiang Hui remembered how sweet she was when she held An Su's hand last night, and how she looked when she slept beside her with peace of mind, but when he opened his eyes before dawn, she was gone. The school dormitory can't go back, where will a girl run to at night? For some reason, he had a bad feeling, so he ran to Myohoji Temple. Seeing the two hugging each other, he was extremely angry.

Why could such a mute get her favor?

Didn't you say you wanted to become a monk?

Why don't you practice well?

Why did you decide to become a monk and come to provoke Ansu?

Blinded by anger and jealousy, Xiang Hui snatched the knife from Tu Yunxi's hand, and yelled at Jingming with red eyes: "Aren't you going to become a monk? Why do you want to provoke her? ”

Looking at the bright knife, Jingming was not afraid. He looked at Xiang Hui and slowly signed his expression, his expression instantly softening.

But neither of the two boys, who knew sign language, could understand what he was saying.

Jing Ming's hand stopped, and his expression was restored to his usual light and breeze. He didn't look at them anymore and walked away.

Xiang Hui couldn't get used to Jingming's light and breezy appearance on weekdays, but at this moment, he was even more disgusted, and grabbed him. Jingming shook his hand and broke free. Pulling and pushing, the switchblade somehow plunged into Jingming's chest.

In an instant, blood stained Jingming's gray monk's robes.

Watching him slowly fall to the ground, Xiang Hui panicked and looked at his hands in disbelief. "How so? How so? I didn't mean to! I didn't mean to!. ”

Tu Yunxi also panicked, and looked at Jingming in a panic.

Jingming lay straight on the ground, without struggle, without pain, his hands slowly folded on his abdomen, looking at Suo Luo Shu and smiling......