Han Ke stood at the door of the meditation room, staring at the closed door, he took a deep breath, slowly put his hand on the doorknob, and mustered up enough courage to gently push the door open. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Luo Rui put down the purple sand tea cup in his hand, raised his head to look at the familiar and unfamiliar face, and slowly stood up with the corner of the table. She tugged at the corners of her mouth, so that she had a perfect and impeccable smile on her face, which didn't look so embarrassed, and there were tears in her black and white eyes, which were still as big as ever, but her expression became extremely dark.

Han Ke was stunned for a moment, his hands hanging on his waist involuntarily tightened, he lowered his head slightly, and silently lowered his rolled up sleeves to hide the embarrassed look on his face.

"Isn't it convenient?" Seeing his inadvertent expression, Rory's heart sank, and he smiled mockingly.

Hanke heard her feeble questioning, and when he was stunned, he slowly raised his head and saw the loss in Rory's eyes that could not be hidden. He had never seen such a weak Rory before, and the thick sadness permeated the entire meditation room, and he felt that his chest was so tight that he almost lost his breath.

"No, how could it be?" He shook his head, and Shi Shiran walked in, trying to make his voice sound calm without a trace of ups and downs: "How did you remember such a long journey?" ”

With a sour bitter water welling up in Rory's chest and a mist in her eyes, she pursed her lips to calm her ups and downs.

"Mother, she...... She's gone. Luo Rui flicked his fingers at a loss, raised his eyes and looked worriedly at Hanke who was pouring tea.

Han Ke hadn't reacted yet, put one hand on the delicate lid of the pot, and shook the purple clay pot elegantly, and the shadow of pouring tea was still so handsome. He smiled, still lingering in the faint smell of tea.

"Where's Mother?"

The tears accumulated in her eyes finally couldn't help but flow out, Luo Rui sobbed lowly, she covered her lips with one hand, suppressed the pain in her heart, and her voice choked: "Mother, she...... Passed away. ”

Han Ke poured tea in his hand, and looked up at Luo Rui, who was crying in disbelief, his eyes widened, as if he had just reacted to the meaning behind the few words, and the fingers holding the purple clay pot couldn't help but tremble.

The tea, which was originally curled up in the dim pot, was full of excitement and kept exploding out of the cracks. The corners of Han Ke's mouth hooked up a far-fetched smile, half-squinted his eyes, and said lightly: "What did you just say?" ”

At this time, Rory felt that his passive evasion was simply outrageous, she sniffed and accentuated her tone, but her voice was still hoarse: "Mother, she died." ”

Han Ke stumbled back a few steps, and as soon as the strength of his hand loosened, the purple clay pot fell in response to the sound and shattered. White steam rose through the broken debris, and the tea spread along the blue-gray stone slabs, like thick ice that had coalesced on the surface of a lake in winter.

The washed white monk's robe was splashed with tea stains, which looked a little abrupt, like a little mud on the snow.

It was like a myriad of disgusting flies buzzing around in his head, stinging his nerves. He didn't believe it, but sneered, shook his head slowly, and kept muttering: "No, how can it be...... No......"

Rory looked at him, her rough fingertips clenched, she slowly approached the stunned Hanke, bit her lower lip, and reached out to slap him.

Han Ke was shocked, feeling a little dizzy and deaf, and after a while, he slowly raised his eyes and saw the familiar face in front of him, as if he had just woken up from a dream, and was still trying to confirm the authenticity of what had just happened.

He calmed down, the whole person was like a deflated ball, the whole person leaned weakly on the back chair, the whole person was shrouded in a layer of haze, the black pupils were dilated, and there was no focus.

Rory, who was standing on the side, wiped the mottled tears from his face, looked at his blank expression, trying to find a trace of anger, but found nothing. Worriedly tugging at the corner of his clothes, Han Ke didn't make a sound, just waved his fingers on the armrest and made a gesture.

His eyes were staring straight at the beams, dull and frightening.

Rory was still a little uneasy, and the moment she bent over, Hanke jumped up from her chair, his calloused fingers pinching her slender shoulders tightly, pushing her out.

"I said, you go out...... Didn't you hear? He roared, finally tearing through the disguised mask, the expression on his face a little hideous.

Rory was powerless by his fierce movements, and was surprised to see him crazy, frowning slightly, with a frightened expression on his face, the more anxious he was, the more he couldn't spit out a word.

Until he was pushed out of the door, Han Ke's hands loosened, and Rory, who had lost support, fell to the ground suddenly. The sound of the door closing was loud, she gritted her teeth and moved her arm on the ground, her eyes were firmly fixed on the closed door, she slowly stood up, her plain skirt was covered with dust, she limped a few steps, and knocked on the door a few times clumsily.

The distance of a door seemed to cut off a connected world, and in this claustrophobic environment, Hanke was like an abandoned child, huddled in the corner, he clenched his fists and stuffed them into his mouth, whimpering in pain. Tears welled up in her eyes, slid down her cheeks, dripping onto the back of her rough hands, and even her mouth smelled salty.

Why? Why is this ......? He screamed frantically in his heart.

Rory heard a suppressed cry coming from inside the room, she knocked on the door, bit her lip and slowly lowered her head, the broken hair on her sideburns fell out, the hand that climbed on the latch slipped weakly, she gradually relaxed, let out a long sigh, and turned to leave.

Tilting her head slightly, staring at the blue sky, her face filled with a touching smile, she slowly closed her eyes, feeling the warmth of the light shining on her, the tears in the corners of her eyes could not withstand the gravity, slid down to her sideburns, buried deep in the black hair.

Thank you Buddha, he is not a ruthless person, no matter what he is crying for, he can be happy because ...... He still remembers the taste of tears.

Rory stood up straight, looked back at the meditation room that looked faint under the sky with a complicated expression, and turned to leave.

In 1644 A.D., Han Ke went down the mountain and returned to Beijing, dressed in linen and filial piety for his mother, and wept blood to hide it.