Her eyes were like water, and she looked at Wanchun softly. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Wanchun was shy, hung her head silently, her face seemed to be burning, and it was very hot.

Xu Shi smiled softly, looking at a tree of Lingxiao flowers hanging upside down on her side like a golden bell hanging above her head, and people were reflected in the flowers and trees, not to mention how coquettish. This reminded her of the time when she first married into the Rong family, it was also in the season when the Lingxiao flowers bloomed in July, but it was a pity that she had never seen how gorgeous the Lingxiao flowers in the Rong's courtyard were covered with red hijabs, but in the ears of others, on the eve of her marriage, only one night, the Lingxiao flowers all bloomed, which was a once-in-a-lifetime auspicious omen in the house.

The days that followed seemed to be auspicious, her husband was very good to her after marriage, and her children were very filial to her, if she hadn't cleaned up the house one day and found a long-cherished old thing, I am afraid that she still thinks that she has lived a very happy life.

In the past, she had also thought about resentment, and she had also thought about questioning him why he didn't love her, but he wanted to marry her. But when it was said that the beautiful and dignified woman had unfortunately died, all her hatred and jealousy seemed to disappear overnight, and God knows how afraid she was at the beginning, afraid that he who loved that woman would collapse from now on, and even more afraid that his position would always be below that dead woman from now on.

On the contrary, it was her girl who came to persuade her that the dead were dead, but the living would continue to live, and as long as they lived, there was hope.

She thought about it and thought that she was not as sensible as a girl. Yes, the dead are gone, but the living have to go on.

As long as she lives, the one who is by his side will always be her. And because of the woman's death, she knew from now on that her husband, if he did not love her, would never love another woman.

Is this another kind of happiness?

No one answered her question, but now in front of the woman's granddaughter, she felt envious.

Even though Wanchun, like her, married into the Rong family according to her parents' orders, in the end, she was luckier than her after all.

She met Ah Tang early, when Ah Tang had not yet fallen in love with someone else.

Her life was a foregone conclusion, and in the course of several decades, she had read countless Buddhist scriptures, but her favorite was still the story of the first volume of the Lengyan Sutra, the story of the modern goddess and the Buddha's disciple Ananda, and because of this story, she was freed from the greed of love. This time, seeing that Rong Shaotang was about to fall in love and couldn't extricate himself, he inevitably took his own path, and the Xu family had to make some effort.

Not to mention that her exhortation is very effective, but in Wanchun's heart, it is like a stone entering water, setting off a small ripple.

Seeing that she was silent and did not speak, Xu Shi understood the truth that the point was stopped, but he didn't say more, and it happened that the abbot came to find her to drink tea and talk about Buddhism, Xu Shi stood up and asked Wanchun: "How is your handwriting?" ”

Wan Chun also stood up and said, "In the past, I copied Young Master Liu's words, but I have neglected to practice recently, so I don't dare to take out my hand." ”

Xu said with a smile: "Liu Gongquan's dots are crisp, evenly balanced, thin and hard, and it is the best to copy scriptures." I had promised someone earlier, to send a Diamond Sutra, Ah Jiu that girl is lazy in summer and winter, it is more than a year for me to copy half of it, now you have nothing to do, just bother you to help me copy some, wait for me to talk to the abbot, and then come down the mountain with you. ”

Wanchun said: "Grandma speaks by herself, and I have nothing to do with horizontal and vertical, and copying scriptures is also a way to cultivate oneself." ”

Xu asked the little nun to lead her to the fasting room, and continued to copy it instead of Minzhu.

Wanchun opened the Diamond Sutra, saw the hairpin on the word, very beautiful, it was Minzhu's handwriting, and she didn't feel that she was taught by everyone's style, because she was afraid that she would ruin the hard work of Minzhu in front of her, so she also dotted up the spirit of the twelve, and carefully and carefully copied it.

Before I knew it, it was time to hold the lamp, and a little nun in a gray robe outside the door lit an oil lamp and pushed open the door and came in: "Donor, it's getting late, let's copy it another day." ”

Wan Chun put down the pen, he had been concentrating too much before, and he had never felt tired, but when he rested, he felt a sore wrist, so he got up and asked the little nun, "Little Master, what time is it now?" ”

The little nun smiled: "The summer days are long, and it will be seven o'clock this time, and it will be dark outside." ”

Wanchun was startled, but she didn't know that the afternoon had passed like this, and she hurriedly asked the little nun: "Is the old lady still talking about Buddha in front?" ”

The little nun said: "I'm still talking, this is also her habit, she doesn't sit until night and doesn't leave." ”

Wan Chun said, "Then, I'll go ahead and listen." So saying, he and the little nun went out of the fasting room and went to the abbot's room together.

Unfortunately, when I was walking on the road, I met a friend who came over, and saw her busy and said, "The donor is the wife of the Rong family?" ”

Wan Chun said: "My wife is talking about Buddhism in the room, do you want to find her if you know something?" ”

Zhike said: "It's not that I'm looking for her, but the young master of the Rong family is here and wants to take you back." ”

"Huh?" When Wan Chun heard this, he couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, took his eyes away from the acquaintance, and looked straight out of the gate of the nunnery, but he saw a man outside, standing upright, and looking at the figure looked like Rong Shaotang.

She pursed her lips slightly, and said to Zhike, "Please go with me to see Mrs. Rong." ”

The two then entered the meditation room, Xu was sitting opposite the residence and talking about Buddhism, said that when he got up, he didn't find anyone coming in, Wanchun listened for a while, until the abbot finished speaking, Fang said: "Grandma, Shao Tang picked you up, are you going to leave now?" ”

"Ah Tang is here?" Xu Shi showed a slight smile on his face, turned around slightly and said, "This kid is becoming more and more filial, but unfortunately I still have a lot to say to Master Huizhen at this time, why don't you go and tell Ah Tang that I won't go down the mountain tonight." ”

"Huh? Isn't Grandma coming down the mountain? Wanchun was a little hesitant, so he nodded and said, "Then, I'll go and tell him that he doesn't have to wait for us, just go back to the mountain house first, and I will go back with my grandmother tomorrow morning." ”

"No, no, no." Xu Shi waved his hand again and again, and said with a smile, "Let's ask Ah Tang to take you back first, it's windy on the mountain, I've lived here, I'm used to it, your young girl's family, living alone in the fasting room, I'm afraid that I won't be used to it, and then there won't be so many quilts in the fasting room." ”

"But grandma, I ......" Wan Chun heard that she wanted to go down the mountain with Rong Shaotang herself, and her intuition was about to be polite.

Xu Shi smiled and said, "No need, you just listen to grandma." So he asked the acquaintance to send Wanchun out. (To be continued.) )