Wind and snow, Yan Xuan passed by a small village. She cocked her collar around her neck. Although as a monk, she can use her spiritual power to protect against the cold, but she sometimes likes to touch the world in such a mortal way. The life span of a monk is too long, and his power is too great to be perceptible to the passage of life.

Maybe only at this moment do I feel that I am still a living person, I will be afraid of the cold, and I will simply want to find a place to escape.

She also finally understood what Fu Shixue said, the monk had too much time and ability to achieve his goal, so he naturally disdained to do such a mortal act, and he would not stop for something fleeting.

It turned out that all he did was just to live more consciously, to cherish whatever God had to offer. Maybe that's what life should look like.

She clutched her hands and exhaled, and without Edgeworth, her feet creaked as she stepped on the thick snow. The corners of his mouth couldn't help but smile slightly, remembering many interesting things from his childhood.

A few peasant women hurriedly passed by with plows on their shoulders. They only thought she was a poor passer-by, not knowing that she was a noble monk to mortals.

It is unusual for a farmhouse in a small alley to be blown wide open by the wind. Yan Xuan turned his head curiously to look, only to see that the house was dilapidated and the courtyard wall had collapsed, thinking that it had been abandoned for a long time.

In particular, the courtyard was marked by a huge kudzu tree, estimated to be a thousand years old, and the house and courtyard walls had been damaged by his huge root system. The entire yard was covered, and the canopy of the trees was already covered with snow and crystal white. And under the trees is a clean clearing.

Yan Xuan was a little stunned, feeling strange, but he couldn't remember it for a while. She looked at the sky, it was almost noon, but the snow was still very strong, she looked into the yard, and saw that there was no one, so she walked over, looked for a dry place under the trunk, rested against the trunk, and was not sleepy, but under the shadow of this huge tree, as if it was cut off from the sound of the outside world, quiet and peaceful, she couldn't help but fall asleep, and there was only the sound of falling snow around.

Someone was faintly talking. When she opened her eyes, she saw a little girl with her back to her at the gate of the courtyard, and a handsome young man facing her. The little girl put her hands on his face and said crisply: "You are very cold, I just learned to fight against the cold, I will help you ward off the cold." ”

The boy's eyes were dull and hollow, and he seemed to be unable to see her. Yan Xuan only felt that his face was familiar, but he didn't have a clue. The two figures disappeared in the blink of an eye.

She still felt strange, and when she heard another sound coming from behind the tree, Yan Xuan walked over to take a look, this time the little girl's face was revealed, although her facial features were beautiful, but her cheeks had a large cyan birthmark, which was a pity.

The little girl took the young man's hand and said distressedly: "It's okay, from now on, whatever you want to see, I'll help you see it." ”

She glanced over here, Yan Xuan was startled, thinking that they had found out, but saw that the little girl's gaze did not fall on her, but the sky behind her.

She pulled the boy out, took a snowflake with her hand and said, "It's snowing now, the snow is very light and very white......"

Then there was the scarred appearance of the boy, and the girl grew up a little. She lightly rubbed medicinal wine on his face and knees, and frowned: "Xiao Yi, don't fight with them in the future, you will be injured." ”

The young man was angry: "They call you ugly, I don't allow it." ”

The girl's face was bitter: "They are not wrong, if Xiaoyi's eyes are better, they will think I am ugly." ”

The young man looked flustered, stretched out his hand to take her into his arms, stroked his back and said softly: "Yaya is the most beautiful girl in the world in my heart." The girl smiled. The backs of the two snuggled gradually faded.

Yan Xuan already understood at this time that the young man was Qu Yi, and the woman was Yaya. They must be dreaming now, how can they dream of them? She was still wondering, but she saw the two of them appear again, and this time they walked straight over. Even though he knew it was a dream, Yan Xuan couldn't help but turn sideways to avoid it.

By this time they had grown a little taller and looked to be seventeen or eighteen years old. The girl had a bright smile on her face, and a mouthful of snow-white shell teeth made her look less ugly. She shouted happily: "Xiaoyi, let's plant trees together." ”

The man showed a pampering gentle smile, although his eyes were blind, his face was handsome, and his eyes flowed with a faint gold, which flickered in the light and shadow, and his jade-like face was bright and dazzling, extremely beautiful. The girl held her face and smiled: "Xiao Yi's eyes are like stars, they are so beautiful." ”

The man reached out and rubbed her hair.

The two of them carried shovels on their backs, held a small sapling, and carefully planted it. The girl knew that his eyes were inconvenient, so she didn't let him move much, and squatted down to fill in the soil carefully. As soon as she raised her head, she bumped into the man, she was startled, and hurriedly rubbed his chin with her hand, feeling distressed for a while, and asked guiltily: "Does it hurt to be small?" ”

The man took her hand down and held it in both palms. He poked his head over and whispered in his ear: "Yaya, when this tree grows enough to have three thousand leaves, you can marry me." ”

The girl's eyes widened, her cheeks gradually turned red, and seeing that the man was still quietly waiting for her to reply, she said softly, "How do you know that it has grown enough for three thousand leaves?" ”

The man smiled, "I can hear you." ”

She looked at his beautiful eyebrows, hung her head shyly, and nodded for a long time. Then he remembered that he couldn't see it, so he let out a shallow "um".

The scene changes again, and every day the girl quietly counts the leaves. One, two, three...... Twenty-one ...... Fifty-four tablets...... It's just that the small tree doesn't grow enough for 3,000 pieces, and then it's winter again, and the leaves are gone. A few more pieces will be produced in the coming year.

A few years later, the trees were much thicker, but they did not grow three thousand leaves for a long time, and she gradually lost a little, and this day she counted stupidly against the trunk, but she felt that someone had covered her eyes, and the gentle words came: "Ninety-nine, no need to count." ”

She knew who the man was, and she became angry for no reason, and just as she was about to speak, she felt a soft and cool thing on her lips, and then the slender hand in her eyes was removed, and she saw the tip of his straight nose against her cheek. Where the lips and teeth meet, there is endless tenderness. His eyes were closed, his eyelashes long and curled, his peaceful eyebrows stretched, and the sun shining through the dappled shadows of the trees, spreading a layer of broken gold on his face, and she was stunned for a moment, and his shallow kiss became long and deep......

After a long time, the man reluctantly withdrew his hand from her soft hair, and his forehead, which was dripping with fine beads of sweat, gently touched her, and said softly: "The Buddha said that one leaf is one world, you are my three thousand worlds, all my own." ”

The woman's eyes were slightly red, and she rested her chin on his shoulder, and small tears slid down.

A gust of wind and snow blew Yan Xuan cold and woke up. I saw that the ground was full of leaves at some point. Remembering the dream just now, she couldn't come back to her senses for a long time, she stood up and gently stroked the yellow kudzu tree with her hand, but suddenly there was a burst of sadness, and she whispered: "Three thousand fallen leaves on the ground, are you missing them?" ”

At this moment, a farmer came in from outside the door, he saw Yan Xuan staying under the tree, showed a panicked look, and beckoned: "Come out, girl, the tree is haunted, and there will be many strange dreams, go quickly." ”

Yan Xuan smiled at him and nodded. When I looked back, I saw fallen leaves flying all over the ground, and I didn't know where I was going, but I was looking for them? She suddenly remembered that the yellow kudzu tree, also known as the "Bodhi tree", used to be a Buddhist temple tree, and was rarely planted in the courtyard of the family......

I've grown three thousand leaves, and you're not coming back?

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