She turned her head a little unhappily, this stranger is becoming more and more unruly, today is not the day to give white porridge, nor is it the day to pay the rent, what is he doing here? He also made such disrespectful words in front of the Buddha.

In the past 50 years, although he often entered the nunnery, but he was in a hurry, the last ten years, the stay is a long time, I have never seen him walk to the altar, to the Buddha a pillar of incense.

The stranger put his hands behind his back, his silver-white frost hair shining in the afternoon sun, and his eyes responded softly to the criticism in her eyes.

Her frowning brows slowly loosened, and she thought about it, if it weren't for him, the nunnery would have been difficult to survive this stormy and difficult time, especially in recent years, if it weren't for his support, the nunnery would have been closed and abandoned, and she might have become an old beggar living on the streets.

She beckoned to him and motioned for him to enter the main hall.

"Donor, today's Buddha reappears brilliant, although you are not a Buddhist, but you have been associated with the nunnery for 50 years, and you are half a Buddhist disciple, this time for the Buddha to reinstall the golden body, thanks to you threading the needle and thread, to add a pillar of fragrance to the Buddha!"

He did not refuse, walked into the main hall, and according to what she said, respectfully offered three pillars of incense in front of the Buddha.

He knelt down on the futon beside her, folded his hands and half-narrowed eyes, and whispered a prayer.

At this moment, he is a pilgrim, she immediately thought of the duty as a host, and was busy groping for crutches beside her, and the crutches that were obviously placed next to the futon disappeared, and she knelt in front of the Buddha statue for a long time, without the blessing of the crutches, she really couldn't stand up for a while, fortunately, his prayer was only a few words, and she had opened her eyes in an instant.

He looked at her with a helpless look in his eyes, and said with a smile: "You have been thinking about reshaping the golden body of the Buddha in your heart, and today your wish has been fulfilled, why are you so stupid?" ”

Her hand groped beside her for a while, and she muttered: "I'm not stupid, but my crutches are just when you salute incense, I want to knock on the wooden fish for you, but I can't find the crutches." ”

He looked at her thoughtfully and said in a low voice, "Kneel in front of the Buddha with me for a while, okay?" ”

She sighed, gently kneaded her already sore and numb knees, and asked casually, "What wish did you make?" ”

He straightened up and glanced at the Buddha sitting on the altar, the Buddha's kind eyes flashed with the light of insight into all things in the world, and the smile on the corner of his mouth was unfathomable.

"I made a wish, that is, I hope to meet my wife in the next life, take her hand and go home to see my son together."

She was silent for a moment, lowered her head and gently beat her sore legs and feet, and said slowly: "So your wife's life is complete?" ”

The corners of his mouth curved slightly, outlining a poignant smile: "Well, after almost this life, she is still in the game and has not woken up." ”

She sighed, "You know where she is, and you know that she is about to be consummated, so why don't you rush to her and beg for reunion in this life?" If there are still regrets in this life, how can there be a hand in the future generations? ”

He smiled heavily and said, "I'm waiting for the best time."

She was quite angry, how did you say that day and how to love the money, but why did you keep cowering and didn't dare to find a wife? Could it be that the affection in your mouth is all false?

The dream that can come true in this life, do you have to wait until the next life, are you torturing yourself, or are you torturing her?

"Why don't you go after her? You are both old, even if she was angry with you when she was young, but after so many years, all the anger has disappeared, as long as you go to find her and say a nice word or two, she will definitely go home with you, doesn't there be a son at home? Maybe I have raised several grandchildren, old husbands and wives, and I still have a few years to live, so why are you angry? ”

His eyes lit up, and he stared at her for a moment, until his image was reflected in her cloudy pupils.

"Do you really think so?"

She was slightly angry, I was just enlightening you from an outsider's point of view, and as for what your wife thinks, you have to ask her.

She folded her hands together and recited with a solemn face: "Amitabha, donor, you will go now and go to find your old wife, you have little time now, once you miss it, it will be a pain in your heart." ”

He smiled strangely: "I won't miss it, I won't let myself make the same mistake, don't worry." ”

She folded her hands and recited: "The Buddha said: There are eight sufferings in life: birth, old age, sickness, death, love and parting, resentment for a long time, can't ask for it, can't let go." ”

He quietly looked at her with a solemn face, and said: "The Buddha said: Pure heart and will, but you can reach the Tao, such as grinding the mirror, dirt to clear existence, cut off desires, and deserve fate." ”

She listened with some surprise, originally thought that he was just a pragmatic old farmer, and it turned out that he had also made a lot of achievements in Buddhism, she couldn't help but proclaim the Buddha's name, and said: "The Buddha said: If the fate comes, it goes, the fate gathers and disperses, the fate arises and the fate is born, and the fate falls and it is destroyed." ”

He frowned, and followed her mind and said: "The Buddha said: One qiē knows oneself, one qiē knows, the moon has ups and downs, the tide has ups and downs, and the ups and downs are peaceful."

The wrinkles on her face bloomed, after so many years, she finally found a like-minded Buddhist friend who could talk about the scriptures and Buddhism, she opened her mouth, and she was going to talk about it again

He looked at the solemn round face of the Buddha behind the incense with some depression, and reached out to hand her the shiny cane: "Stand up and sit in the garden, the smell of incense here is too strong, and it is easy to choke your nose." ”

When she took the crutches, she was a little surprised, the crutches were obviously placed by my side, but I couldn't find them, but he touched them casually and got them.

He explained succinctly: "This log has rolled to me."

She stood up with difficulty on crutches, his hand seemed to be intentional or unintentional, brushing the hem of her plain clothes, her legs and feet that seemed to be being eaten by ants immediately became comfortable, she leaned over and gently kneaded her calves, and said, "Ahem, I'm old, I can't stand kneeling for a while." ”

"You take my hand, and I'll help you into the courtyard."

She was stunned, but she obediently grabbed the big, thin and powerful hand he stretched out.

The courtyard was very warm, she was a little ignorant, and she didn't bother to think about why in the snowy season, the abnormal temperature of this small world, just with his traction, slowly moved to the old wooden rocking chair and sat down.

Instead of pushing the door open as usual, he moved a wooden mound and sat down beside her.

The rocking chair swayed leisurely, her thin hands rested on the armrests, her dim eyes looked at the clear transparency on the top, the snow on it was dancing lightly, the light gauzy snow mist conjured up a psychedelic world, after looking at it for a while, she sighed lowly and said in a low voice: "What beautiful snow...... I love the view. ”

He said in a very light voice, "Do you like it?" You think back to the past, you liked to stand in the snow, let the snow fall on you, you danced in the snow, that scene was a thousand times more beautiful than this snow. ”

She propped her head and struggled to search through her tired mind for fragments of his description, but after thinking about it, she only thought of the Buddha's smiling face.

"You must be mistaken, I'm most afraid of the cold, and when it snows, I huddle in the house and bake the fire."

He smiled softly and said, "It doesn't matter if you can't remember it for a while, after a while, you will definitely remember it." ”

Her heart moved a few times with his smile, this smile was so kind, so familiar, as if many, many years ago, there was a man who also smiled at her like this, she was a little surprised, why did the dozens of years old monks still have such delusions at the moment of consummation.

"There are a lot of cheap fields out there, so why do you want to rent the fields in our nunnery? And a kind of fifty years? ”

"To wait for my wife."

"Wait? Why didn't you look for her? Do you have to wait passively? You see, in the end, you are still alone, and your wife, she doesn't know where you are! Do you have to carry this regret into the next life? ”

His eyes showed the warmth of the veins, and he looked at the sky with her eyes.

"You know my mind now, don't you? That's enough! ”

Her old face is hot for no reason, and it seems that she is not the only one who is confused.

"Donor, I am not your wife's mind, you should tell your wife in person, the poor nun is just an observer, and he can't solve your worries and problems."

His hand swept over the back of her rough hand like snow, and his voice was low and solemn: "In my heart, it's the same. ”

She sighed softly, and couldn't help but be a little envious of his wife, who had been away from home for many years.

"It's time for you to look for her, she should be old now, and she must be looking forward to seeing you again, and you are thinking of her in your mouth, why don't you look for her?"

There was a look of pain in his eyes, I had already found her, but she had forgotten me, she had completely forgotten all the laughter, fetters, sorrows and waitings in our past, she had forgotten everything, and even to this day, she did not know that she and I had a lovely son.

She wandered aimlessly in the earthly world, which was born because of her, her flesh and blood, her soul, and her beauty, all scattered on this magnificent and unparalleled land, giving birth to this noisy earthly world, and she also fell into the earthly world, carrying heavy loads and floating.

She half-squinted, the snowflakes in front of her gradually blurred, her body shook, and she fell asleep on the back of her chair.

His hand slid down her veins, his eyes darkening with a fluttering and feeble vibration of his fingertips.

She will be at the end of this life.