The breeze blows, the peach trees rattle, and the fluttering petals spread all over the ground. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

"Peach, you're being naughty again."

"Who's naughty? You're just being naughty, huh! ”

The petals fell, and a woman gradually showed her figure. She looks like she is about thirteen or fourteen years old, she looks delicate and cute, her beautiful eyes are flowing, and she looks forward to it. She wore a drooping bun and a pink gauze skirt, revealing a pair of white and tender jade feet when she walked.

"Peach, how many times have I told you to remember to wear shoes. It's cold on the ground, beware of the cold. ”

"I'm not afraid, I'm the Peach Blossom Fairy, how can the gods be afraid of the cold? But you, why do you have to put me on shoes? I don't want to wear it, I just don't wear it, how good is that! ”

The woman threw herself into the monk's arms, raised her blushing little face, and said, "I know, you must be afraid that you will see my feet, and you can't help but move your heart." ”

The monk leaned the woman into his arms, so that his fingers could pass through the woman's long hair more conveniently: "Look at your little blushing, how much peach blossom brew have you secretly drunk?" ”

The woman moved her nose and sniffed around the monk, and after a while, as if she had discovered something unusual, she excitedly shouted: "Great monk, you didn't drink today!" Oh, I know, the old monk is here today, you don't dare to drink it, for fear of being spanked? Haha, it turns out that the great monk is afraid of the old monk, and the great monk is afraid of the old monk......"

The woman clapped her hands, hummed a little song happily, and disappeared into the peach tree.

Time has passed quietly, and it has been a hundred years.

"Enlightenment, have you understood?"

"Master, I can't break it."

In a simple thatched hut, an old monk sits on a futon, beating wooden fish and chanting sutras.

Monk Wuqing sat behind the old monk, closed his eyes, and began to chant as well.

The sun rises and sets, and the afterglow of the setting sun shines through the papier-mâché window on the two people in the room.

I don't know when, the old monk's wooden fish sound stopped, and the sound of chanting was gone.

The Wuqing monk flicked the fingers of the Buddha beads, and instantly sped up.

For seven days and seven nights, the monk Wuqing maintained this posture and recited the mantra of death for seven days and seven nights.

When the seven days came, he departed and never returned.

"Enlightenment, Master has no way to attain enlightenment, and I hope you will be able to attain it one day."

These are the words that the old monk gave to the monk before he passed away.

It was a hundred years since the monk left, and when he returned, he found that the peach blossom tree had been haunted by resentful spirits and could no longer bloom.

So he began to chant sutras every day, but he had already moved his mortal heart, and he had already faded away from his Buddha nature and became an ordinary person.

He watered and fertilized the peach blossom tree every day, trying various methods, but he could no longer bring the peach blossom tree back to life.

There is no sun and moon in the mountains, and it has been a thousand years in the world. In just a hundred years, the outside world has undergone earth-shaking changes, and Jifeng Mountain is no longer the Jifeng Mountain of the past.

The advent of the information age has changed the world, and it has also made the monk Wuqing go out of the mountains and begin to seek ways in the outside world, which is the origin of his title of "strange old man".

The old man's words triggered the memory gem I was carrying, and his memories came to my eyes. It's just that I didn't see what happened in the hundreds of years since he left, and it wasn't a pleasant thing after all.

I sighed at the story between her and Peach Blossom Fairy, but I felt a little sad in my own heart.

Hundreds of years of love can't resist the heart that wants to prove the road.

After a hundred years of waiting, he has never been able to get back the love he wants the most.

What exactly is love? What is love?

"She's to blame you."

"She should blame me."

We spoke at the same time, but he smiled.

"I'm sorry for you, little girl."

"Hmm."

From love to resentment, from resentment to hatred, the old man disappeared for hundreds of years, and the peach blossom fairy also waited for hundreds of years, and no matter how much love was ground into hate.

I am only responsible for eliminating the grievances on the peach blossom tree, and the rest is only solved by themselves.

Love and hate are really only for a moment, and when I see the peach blossom tree in front of me gradually rejuvenating, spreading its branches and leaves, and turning into a beautiful peach tree again, this feeling is even more profound.

I thought that hundreds of years of hatred would not be solved so easily, but I didn't expect that the peach blossom fairy, who was once praised by everyone, ended up drunk on a kiss.

The old man hugged the peach tree, without too many words and feelings, just kissed gently, as if there was a magical power rippling in circles.

At that moment, the peach blossoms flying in the sky were like gentle blessings and sweet love. The old man in a coarse linen robe stood under the peach blossom tree, his gray hair began to turn blue, his white beard began to retreat, his stiff back straightened again, his clothes fluttered, and his body was proudly wearing the robe he showed off under the peach blossom tree that day.

The peach blossoms fell, on his shoulders, and in his hair, like a kiss, like a hug.

In the peach blossoms, a graceful figure gradually appeared.

Her face is more delicate than when she was young, a pair of narrow peach blossom eyes seem to be able to seduce the soul, and the tails of her eyes are raised, and she is smeared with a piece of pink. The long hair like a waterfall falls down to the ankles, without any decoration, but there is a more enchanting beauty.

She wears a peach-colored gauze skirt that is half-exposed on her shoulders. As when she was a child, she walked revealing a pair of snow-white jade feet.

"Peach, I'm sorry, I'm late."

"Great monk, you are indeed too late. My heart died hundreds of years ago. ”

The Peach Blossom Demon took the man's hand and put it on her heart: "Look, there is no heartbeat here." Great monk, I will never be moved by your heart again. ”

The man trembled, and two lines of tears could not stop flowing, but the smile on the corner of his mouth widened.

"Peach, you're drinking again."

The moment the two looked at each other, their figures gradually blurred, and soon disappeared, only a few petals were still swirling in place.

It seems that these two people solved the problem in private, and I blame me for not knowing the interest and not leaving in time, but I want to see how they end.

But now I can't watch it even if I want to.

I looked up and saw that the pink peach blossoms had already dyed the night sky pink. The night sky is half deep blue, half pink, the stars are shining, the smoke is vast, and it is incredibly beautiful.

They will have a happy ending.

By the time I got back to the station, a lot of people had already come out of their tents. They rubbed their sleepy eyes, but their faces were full of excitement.

Dawn pierced the night, the sky was white, and a dazzling red light jumped out of the horizon.

The sun is out.

In the mist, the morning glow dyes the blue sky red, as if the paint has been accidentally knocked over while painting. In the clouds, there seems to be a overlapping heavenly palace to expose the eaves corner pavilions, and it seems to be the colorful neon clothes that fall when the fairy walks by.

The breeze sent a burst of floral fragrance, and the pink petals swirled and drifted into the distance, and I seemed to hear a sigh like a strange murmur.

"You......"