We are all passers-by on the sad bridge, promising the loneliness of three lives and three lives.

On that day, when he summoned the minister in the Jiaotai Palace, he casually said that he was going to Lengcui Nunnery to worship the Buddha on the first day of October, not to give Zhongli Wenjun a special hint, but just to let everyone know that he would not be in the palace on the first day of the first month.

It seems that I haven't been to Lengcui Nunnery for several months, and I am very worried about it, especially the abbot Ciyun Shitai, who went to Dengfeng in June to participate in the Zen Conference, and returned to the temple in early August. It seems that Shangguan Tian will never allow it to go to Lengcui'an, but as if his mind has been decided, Tian Jue has no choice but to follow the escort in person.

It was as if he had explained the affairs of the palace to Su Su, and then took the Chunhong Chunxiang sisters and a few Buddhist scriptures copied by himself and sat on the phoenix chariot in casual clothes.

Along the way, he seemed to be silent with low eyebrows, and occasionally looked at the scenery that flashed outside the car window.

For Wanruo, his heart seems to have been plugged into a pair of wings when he leaves the rich palace, and a qiē outside the palace is good, because there is no prosperity and no complexity, and he can live simply and truly, but when he marries into the emperor's family, he is destined to live in this life and this life.

Thinking all the way to Feng Yuan has stopped at the door of Lengcui Nunnery, now it is the end of autumn, the green mountains are faint, the grass and trees are withering, only the green pines are standing evergreen, and the mountain is not so abrupt and lonely in the season when the playthings are depressed.

Surrounded by green pines, the thousand-year-old city of Lengcui'an is still full of cigarette smoke and clouds.

She didn't want to go around the normal order of the nunnery because of herself, so she came to visit quietly, no one wanted to disturb, every time she came as if she was an ordinary pilgrim, an ordinary believer of the Buddha, only in this way did she show her devotion to the Buddha, the Buddha is not to be desecrated, not to be lightly contaminated with flashy dust in front of the Buddha.

It took about half an hour to go to the main hall to burn incense and worship the Buddha, and then go to the backyard to listen to Master Tzu Yun and his disciples chanting.

An hour later, when Mrs. Tzu Yun finished chanting, she went to her main room where she was entertaining and resting, and drank tea with her.

It was as if he had never thought that Zhongli Wenjun would appear near Leng Cui Nunnery, where they had a private meeting, but when he walked out of Shi Tai's room, he obviously heard a faint sound of flute not far away, which sounded very lonely in the cold wind.

"I Niangniang, I hear that there are still people giving." Even Chunhong heard it,

At first, I thought it was my own hallucination, but if I listened carefully, it was not an illusion, and I could hear the name of this song, "Drunk Red Face", Jun was drunk with red face, and red face had other meanings.

It was like Chunhong waiting in the courtyard, and he went directly to the back door of the temple and walked on the flute to find someone.

Since the amnesia of the spring of that year, it seems that I have never heard Zhongli Wenjun blow the flute, and now the sound of the flute is turning up the latent memories again.

Prompted by the sound of the flute and memories, he walked forward without the slightest hesitation, a few easy branches, and a green mountain elegant case sat on the big bluestone under the tree, Xiao in the man's hand and his warm face are still like memories that can't be let go, since the memory is restored, she always thinks of all kinds of things with Wen Jun from time to time, in dreams, in reality, those beautiful pictures of the past always linger.

If I don't understand why I still think of everything I have with Wen Jun, I couldn't let go of him before because my husband didn't love me, and I wanted to crave a warm comfort in my lonely and depressed life, but now I love him like a fish in water, so why do I think of another man? Is it just because the other party is the first person in his life who has really been tempted? If you don't deny that Wen Jun is the person you love for the first time, although she was already Murong Yichuan's wife at that time, but the love between them has nothing to do with love, at least she has no love for him, if she was not pregnant with Qian Xue at the beginning, and Wen Jun can let go of his father's last words before he died, he and he have already wandered the world, far away from prosperity, and be a couple who only envy mandarin ducks and immortals, but life is difficult to follow as he likes, and he and he hate to see him late, The shackles of reality make each other only deal with unforgettable passers-by, as if they have always admitted that Wen Jun loves himself more than he loves him. Although Wen Jun married Zi Yan, he didn't give her love, and he completely changed his mind after a memory loss, and gave all the love that belonged to him to Murong Yichuan.

"The sound of your flute is still moving." At the end of the song, the two looked at each other for a while, as if breaking the silence.

In the face of this heartfelt compliment, Wen Jun smiled and whispered, "I haven't had a for a long time, and I'm a little rusty." ”

Wen Jun has never been to Leng Cui'an since she lost her memory, and now her memory has come back, and that day she told the ministers that she came back here today to make incense, knowing that she was not hinting that she came here to meet her, but she still wanted to come because she wanted to meet her alone.

Wen Jun's eyes were full of deep attachment and lingering, and he could let go of the shackles of a qiē in a place where there was no one around, and just wanted to look at her well.

It was as if he sat down next to Wen Jun and looked sideways at the man with a tender face, and said slowly, You can blow it to Zi Yan, although she is not as proficient in music as me, but as long as it is the music you play, she will like it.

Zhongli Wenjun put the jade flute beside him and took Wanruo's hand without any scruples, "Ignorant of sound, and I don't have any intention of blowing music, it seems that you have a lot of cheapness, don't worry too much." ”

Facing the man's concern, he just smiled faintly, "Haven't you heard that the days are far away, and the days of clothes and belts have slowed down." ”

It's like saying this just to want him to die, so that he can cherish the person in front of him.

"I see you widening your belt for him, and I wish he would do the same for you." Wen Jun said pityingly.

It was as if he was in love with Murong Yichuan and Jin Jian, and Wen Jun felt uncomfortable, but he was relieved to see that there was little loneliness between her eyebrows.

True love comes from selfish possession, but unrepentant waiting.

As if solemnly said, Jun's heart is like my heart, Wenjun, I didn't want to meet you in private, but I have something important to say to you, if I summon you alone in the palace, it will be inappropriate, so I came to see you.