Han Yu has a mobile phone, which is turned on all year round and never rings, but it rang on December 29, 2013.

The ringtone was harsh, and when Ouyang Xun answered, his head was lowered, and then lowered, and his fingers fell on the mobile phone screen, trembling violently.

No one knew the number, except for her.

connected, but it was silent.

Ouyang Xun's tears fell on the screen with a "snap", and after a long time, the man's voice came from the phone: "Han Yu? ”

"No, I'm not his ......"

There was a moment of silence, and it seemed that the silence had been maintained for many years, and the man finally spoke, but only with one word: "Oh." ”

The tail note is elongated, and the aftersound is empty, as if all the past has faded and become the simplest Zengda.

"You come back and see him off." It's a request, it's a hope.

“……”

Later, the phone was disconnected.

Afterwards, Ouyang Xun checked the place where the call belonged to was from Incheon International Airport in Seoul, South Korea.

……

On January 1, 2014, Han Yu was buried in T City.

On this day, far away in Lhasa, Tibet, near the Jokhang Temple, there was a group of Tibetans who kowtowed, old and young, male and female, some dressed in gorgeous clothes, some dressed in shabby, but their expressions were all pious and focused.

A woman joined the Tibetan Buddha worship ceremony, she was surrounded by a thick fiery red blanket-style shawl, her long hair fluttering messily behind her, and she was particularly conspicuous in a group of Tibetan men and women who kowtowed.

She didn't wear knee pads, she didn't have any protective gear on her hands, followed the crowd, three steps and one knock, leaning down and bowing, not like others chanting words in their mouths, and never praying for anything, so if there was no one around, every time she knelt down and bowed to the ground, every time she leaned over and got up, it represented that the sadness was lifted off a page, which made people feel tragic.

When the old man kneeling next to her tried to persuade her to wear knee pads out of kindness, she turned her eyes to look at the old man and met her eyes.

It was a pair of watery eyes, but when he looked at the old man, he had the warmest smile on his lips.

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In Leshan Cemetery in T City, reporters surrounded and long guns and short artillery were fired, and the scene fell into chaos for a while, and then the security was dispatched to maintain the scene and pull out the isolation line, and the media were scattered on both sides of the road.

In the reporter's follow-up shot, four people carried the coffin, namely: Lu Zichu, Wu Nai, Shi Tao, and Ren Yang.

In the cold wind, the pitch-black coffin was transported to Leshan step by step, and Lu Zichu pursed his lips and said nothing during the whole process.

……

In Lhasa, Tibet, Ah Sheng folded his hands and bowed to the Buddha statue in a circle: "Please Buddha give my relatives peace of soul." ”

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The funeral was solemn, and in the posthumous photo, Han Yu was wearing a white shirt, and the corners of his mouth were raised, which was his signature smile, which seemed to be smiling but not smiling.

The posthumous photo is decorated with small sunflowers, elegant and pure.

Lu Zichu carried the coffin and stepped on the first layer of the Leshan stone steps.

……

Gu Sheng touched the hand of the Buddha statue: "Please Buddha drive away the cold and give my relatives warmth." ”

Han Yu's voice vaguely came from his ears: "Ah Sheng, have you ever had feelings for me, even for a moment, or for a moment." ”

In those five years, she saw her dependence on him on the USB flash drive, for the crazy Ah Sheng, even if it is not love, it is also family affection. So putting aside right and wrong, just talking about those five years, if you are not a relative, what is it?

Han Yue loves her, Lu Zichu loves her, who can say that they don't treat her sincerely? But people are like this, they will know how to weigh better than all things, which is her "must be you", and which is the most suitable person to hold hands with her for a lifetime.

All the helplessness in the world stems from the fact that the person she loves is Lu Zichu.

So if you can't get in, you can only drown in the deep sea.

The sound of chanting came into his ears, Gu Sheng knelt in the Buddha hall, staring at the Buddha statue for a long time, the Buddha's face was loving, and his narrow and slightly raised eyes seemed to see through all the joys and sorrows and rights and wrongs in the world.

Her heart was at peace.

All the sufferings of the past were left behind by her on the path of worship, the prayer wheel spinning, the rosary spinning, even the earthly world spinning.

Legend has it that the path of turning the meridian is also the path of reincarnation. Through the gloom and sadness, through the twilight and dusk, as long as the pace is firm and the heart is warm, you can cross the flow of time and obtain a better future on the road of reincarnation.

On the first day of the new year, when the sun was hiding in the haze of clouds, Ah Sheng opened his fingers, and the wind blew silently, as if those who had disappeared were actually there all along.

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Spring is coming, the sky is blue, the air is gentle and fresh, and even the potted plants are very pleasant.

Ah Sheng likes his current self, occasionally washes his days, puts them in the sun, and feels only warmth and peace.

Liang Mo quipped: "Escaping from the world, you are about to become a master of the world." ”

Yes, this is Shuhe, she came here directly from Lhasa, saw Liang Mo, hugged her, and helped her take care of the inn in exchange for three meals a day, but she was also self-satisfied.

At the beginning, Tai Ming and Liang Mo asked Ah Sheng successively, "Why didn't Mr. Lu come with you this time?" ”

Hearing this, Ah Sheng smiled silently, and the husband and wife were also discerning people, so they didn't ask more questions since then.

The Chinese herbs were fried in the stove in the courtyard, which was originally Ah Sheng's own business, but Liang Mo was enthusiastic, and when she saw her going downstairs after a few minutes with the book, she couldn't help but smile: "I'm good at decoction, you are resting in the house,