With Nalan Yanyue's letterhead, Xiao Fan drove the car frantically and drove towards Zizhu'an, the only thing that pleased Xiao Fan was that Nalan Yanyue did not leave the Northeast, Nalan Yanyue's letterhead, Xiao Fan read it countless times, and once he saw it, he was sad once.

"The Supreme Pavilion fights, Jun fights the world alone for Yanyue, Yanyue knows Jun's mind, but, the world makes people, although you are close at hand, but it is the end of the world, you can't know each other with you, Yanyue has no face to survive in the world, but if Yanyue dies, I am afraid that the king will follow, you know that Yanyue is bitter, don't force it, Yanyue has no other thoughts, the green lantern ancient Buddha, this remnant life, enough, in the temple, you will pray for you day and night, please don't read, don't seek." There are only a few crosses, but they exhaust Nalan Yanyue's bleak state of mind.

All kinds of the past came to mind, and Xiao Fan couldn't wait for the car to fly.

The original two-hour journey was compressed to an hour by Xiao Fansheng.

The mountain road was rugged, and when the car could not enter, Xiao Fan got out of the car, took a deep breath, calmed down his emotions, and stepped on the rugged path.

When he reached the top of the mountain, an ancient temple came into Xiao Fan's eyes, "Is this the place where Yanyue became a monk?" Xiao Fan muttered in a low voice, gently folded the letterhead, and put it in his arms, which was the only thought that Nalan Yanyue left him.

The mountains are quiet and there are few pilgrims.

Xiao Fan walked into the nunnery, many places in the nunnery, but they had been covered by fallen leaves, Xiao Fan's eyes showed a touch of desolation, how could he bear to let Nalan Yanyue suffer like this.

Walking towards the Buddha hall step by step, on the way, I met an elderly nun, "Donor, do you want to worship the Buddha?" The nun asked.

"Looking for someone," Xiao Fan replied lightly.

"What the donor is looking for?" The old nun looked at Xiao Fan and asked.

"Exactly, Yanyue can be here?" Xiao Fan looked at the old nun and asked.

"Yes," the old nun looked at Xiao Fan and bowed slightly.

Following the guidance of the old nun, Xiao Fan stepped into the Buddhist hall, and a beautiful figure in a gray robe fell into Xiao Fan's eyes, "Yanyue," Xiao Fan called softly.

The woman turned around, and a delicate face without powder fell into Xiao Fan's eyes, it was Nalan Yanyue.

"You're still looking for it?" Nalan Yanyue looked at Xiao Fan and said.

Xiao Fan nodded lightly, "How can I bear to let you be a green light ancient Buddha, but in this life." Xiao Fan looked at Nalan Yanyue, and his eyes were slightly moist.

"Will you come back with me?" Xiao Fan looked at Nalan Yanyue and said.

"If you want to become a monk, I will build you a temple, why bother to fall into this deep mountain." Xiao Fan said.

"The mountains are quiet, far away from the world, if in the world, Yanyue is only afraid of uncertainty, Yanyue's heart, to fall into prison, please don't force Yanyue, okay?" Nalan Yanyue looked at Xiao Fan and said.

There was a touch of desolation on her pretty face.

"Yanyue, why are you doing this?" Xiao Fan looked at Nalan Yanyue and said with a wry smile.

"Yanyue's will has been decided," Nalan Yanyue stared at Xiao Fan's face, turned around slightly, and said with a tremor in her voice.

Hearing this, Xiao Fan looked up to the sky and sighed, "Between you and me, does it have to be like this?" Xiao Fan looked at Nalan Yanyue and asked.

"Yes," Nalan Yanyue nodded lightly, closed her eyes, and two lines of tears flowed slowly.

"In that case, I won't force you, if you get tired one day, come to me," Xiao Fan said to Nalan Yanyue's back, pointing to the position on his chest, "Here, there will always be your place." Xiao Fan looked at Nalan Yanyue's back and said in a hoarse voice.

Silence, heartbreaking silence, stood in place for a long time, but Nalan Yanyue never looked back, Xiao Fan smiled desolately, turned around and left. Nalan Yanyue turned around, looked at Xiao Fan's departing figure, paused on the ground, crying silently, how could she not know the pain in Xiao Fan's heart at the moment, the back that dissolved the loneliness between heaven and earth in her body, and finally disappeared in Nalan Yanyue's blurred tearful eyes.

He didn't want to take Nalan Yanyue away strongly, but he couldn't, if Xiao Fan wanted to move, no one in the temples in the world would dare to accommodate Lan Yanyue, but in this way, there was no other way than to let the two go farther and farther.

Because he knew her hardship, he didn't force her, he just looked forward to the day when Nalan Yanyue could let go of the knot, although Xiao Fan knew that this possibility was very small, but he still had a memory in his heart.

When he came to the outer room, he met the old nun he met when he entered the door, "Shitai," Xiao Fan bowed slightly.

"Donor, but I found it." The old nun looked at Xiao Fan and asked.

Xiao Fan nodded lightly, "Things in the world, nine times out of ten, the donor must not be too persistent, I watched the moon and the dust is not over, so I did not give her a hair, and there is no chance to change in the future, everything is according to fate." The old nun looked at Xiao Fan and said.

Buddhism pays attention to the word "edge".

Xiao Fan, who originally didn't believe in the gods and Buddhas, hoped at this moment, and the prophecy came true.

Nodding at the old nun, Xiao Fan walked down the mountain, at this moment he really had no intention of discussing Buddhism with the old nun, and took a deep look at the three big characters of Zizhu'an, Xiao Fan strode down the mountain.

The autumn breeze blows, a little coolness spreads to the heart, the yellowed leaves, with the autumn wind, have fallen, twisting a yellow leaf on the fingertips, Xiao Fan's eyes have a touch of sadness, "Boundless autumn leaves Xiao Xiao, there is no wind and rain and no sunshine." Xiao Fan smiled desolate and sighed softly.

Following the way he came, he left the mountain, came to the parking lot, and looked at the boundless wilderness, "Ah," Xiao Fan let out a roar, a desolate cry, like that of a wounded beast.

A tear came out of his eyes and slowly flowed down Xiao Fan's cheek, and the man didn't flick his tears because he didn't get to the sad place.

After venting, Xiao Fan leaned on the car with a decadent face, a cigarette, put it to his lips, lit it gently, took a deep breath, and the smoke was swirling, the figure seemed to be in front of him, Xiao Fan stretched out his hand and grabbed the void, and the figure, as Xiao Fan stretched out his hand, slowly shattered in the void.

An indescribable sadness and loneliness spread in Xiao Fan's heart, and every picture that had been there became Xiao Fan's only clue to pay tribute to Nalan Yanyue at this moment.

In this way, a person faced the wilderness, recalling every scene with Nalan Yanyue in his mind, I don't know how long it took, a cold feeling hit, but Xiao Fan found that the night had shrouded the land.

After a deep nostalgic look, Xiao Fan finally opened the car door and started the car to leave.

In any case, life still has to go on, and there are still too many things waiting for Xiao Fan to do.

If there were no worldly shackles, Xiao Fan and Nalan Yanyue would both end up in this deep mountain, and he believed that Nalan Yanyue would not reject him.

Perhaps, perhaps, one day, this wish will come true.