"And then?"

Originally thought it was just talking to himself, but he didn't expect Xinche to really listen and discuss it with himself, Yin Suwen quickly became happy again, and even felt that his ankle didn't hurt so much.

"Later, we talked all the time, and I told him a lot of strange things about the mountain, and he was a man who talked like you and blushed, and promised to send me home at dawn. However, I fell asleep at night, and when I woke up at dawn, I saw that my father's soldiers had arrived, but the little monk was gone, and I never saw him again. Maybe it's been a long time, and I don't remember what kind of mountain it is, or maybe it's just a dream. I just saw you blushing, and I remembered for a while, maybe he is also in this Yunju Temple now, if I see you again, I will definitely be able to recognize him. ”

Before he finished speaking, his ankle hurt suddenly, causing Yin Su to cry out in pain, and Xinche only faintly replied that she must be in pain to completely correct her bones, and at the end she gently added, "I don't blush on weekdays, but you are wrong." ”

Helping Yin Suwen was just the heart of the bone and didn't rush her away anymore, but got up and found a medicine bag, picked up the charcoal in the charcoal basin that still had residual warmth, stuffed it into it, and made a simple warm bag and put it on her ankle.

"I have broken my muscles and bones here, and I have suffered from dampness and cold without timely treatment, so I will get better faster with this hot compress. These, do they need treatment? ”

Pointing to a few new bruises on her calf, Xinche's original intention was to ask if it hurts, but the exit turned into whether it needed treatment. Yin Su asked himself that he hadn't noticed these cyan shadows, and he scratched his head embarrassedly when Xin Che said this.

"No, no. This injury is not in the way, but because night blindness is sometimes more serious, when I came to walk in a hurry and couldn't see the mountain road clearly, so I fell, don't care about it, it won't hurt if you don't touch it, and you will get better slowly. ”

"I'll send you back when my ankle heals."

"Okay."

Xin Che chased away the guest again, but Yin Suwen just smiled and said yes, compared to Fang Cai's anger and shame, if she was coldly treated by the other party at this moment, she would not have any more dissatisfaction. At least she knew that Xinche was still the same Xinche, still beautiful and kind, with a cold face and a warm heart, and it might not really matter whether she wanted to be friends with her or not.

She stopped talking, but watched the charcoal fire Xinche seemingly unintentionally take the initiative to chat.

"You just said that if you see that little monk again, you will definitely recognize him. Why are you so sure? ”

"Because, I have a secret in common with him."

The topic returned to his childhood memories again, and Yin Suwen obviously had more words, and his tone of speech was much more relaxed. She recounted with Xin Che about her first friendship when she was young, and told that she was moved by the lonely life of the little monk and gave him a nine-leaf clover as a gift.

"At that time, people said that if you find a large field of horse chestnuts in the mountains, you should make a wish quickly, and the grass is very effective, and the wish will soon come true. But I know that the only nine-leaf clover hidden among those seven-leaf clovers can really make my wish come true. My mother once told me a very old story that as long as you find that magical nine-leaf clover, you will become its destined person, and the wish you made to it will definitely come true. The little monk wanted to see his mother, so he ・・・・・・"

After climbing the mountain road for a day, Yin Suwen, who was tired and cold, was already sleepy. The ankles were comfortably warm, and with the lush heat of the small red clay stove in the meditation room, the people who had not finished their words had already leaned on the wooden table and fell asleep.

"So, you gave up that rare fate to that little monk."

The man who slept at the desk did not hear Xinche's words, nor did he hear a faint sigh. Gently put on her shoes and socks, and found a thicker coat to put on her body, listening to her breathing evenly, Xinche couldn't bear to wake her up for a while.

After the crackling of the candles, the light quickly dimmed, and he didn't get up to change again, only stared at the sleeping Yin Suwen in front of him uncertainly, just like in that cold cave night, he also stared at the side face of a strange woman for a long time through the dim bonfire for the first time. The difference is that the woman that night was full of worries, and tonight she also had a relaxed smile on her face in her sleep, as if she had dreamed of something happy. Xinche actually smiled for no reason, and at the end, he quickly retracted as if he remembered something.

The night wind stopped, and the moon hid in the clouds, leaving only a few lonely stars hanging in the air. On the equally rugged path of the temple, thinly dressed monks carry sleeping women on their backs towards pilgrims' residences. The woman was as thin as a feather, and the monk walked with no effort, but his steps were not fast, as if he were afraid of waking up someone who was still in his dream.

"Heart, heart, is that you?"

"It's me."

"Oh, I'm sleepy."

"Okay, then let's sleep."

The man on his back rubbed the monk's shoulder lazily like a child in his mother's arms, and then fell asleep, leaving only the slightest breath on the side of his neck.

"Later, when the little monk listened to your words, he took the nine-leaf clover and found the place where the moonlight was brightest that night, and made a sincere wish, hoping to see his mother one day. The next day, he got up early and picked a lot of delicious fruits to give to you, but before they could meet them, he saw you being picked up by your family from a distance. He is very happy, you can finally be reunited with your family, and he is also a little sad, it was the first good friend in his life, and in the future, I am afraid that I will never see each other again. ”

"In fact, the little monk ran out of the temple secretly, and although it was the first offense, he was still severely punished by the abbot. The abbot asked him why he was so unruly, and he said that he was going to find a good friend, and the abbot murdered him again, saying that the monk who was reincarnated as a spiritual child would break off his seven emotions and six desires, destroy ten joys and eight sufferings, and have no love or hatred. No friends, no loved ones. ”

"You must have been deceived by that story. The nine-leaf clover was not magical, nor could it fulfill his wish, and the little monk was never able to sneak out of the monastery again, nor could he find his mother. ”

"Yin Su asked, go down the mountain early tomorrow, don't come again."

Knowing that she couldn't hear it, he still said it silently. He seldom said so much, as if for those who were asleep, or as if for himself.

After a long time, Xin Che in the meditation room still did not sleep, and in his hand was a nine-leaf clover that had completely dried up. The blades of grass that have been preserved in the scriptures for many years have long since become dry and fragile, but the nine leaves with distinct meridians are still intact.

Before the last candle flame was extinguished, Xin Che finally let go, and the leaf swayed and fell on the flames, and the last drop of candle oil was instantly licked clean by the flames.

"Amitabha, there is no lust for joy and suffering, and there is no love and hatred."