Yin Suwen's "Chukong Tea" has a strong and hard taste, the smell of Junzhu is heavier than the sweetness of white pear blossoms and red peach blossoms, and the overall taste is astringent and bitter. At this time, the smell of Junzhu is much lighter, and it is sweeter than the original tea taste, which should be blended with licorice.

After two sips, she felt that her tongue was full of relish, and the taste that was not dry or greasy was very attractive, and she couldn't help but bow her head and take a few sips. The red lips and white porcelain follow the fragrance of the clear soup and tea, and her appearance of pouting and blowing is very smart and cute.

"Brother Xinche's first emptiness, but he can't drink the bitter taste."

"You couldn't endure hardship before, even a snack had to be made sweeter."

His own teacup didn't move, he was watching Yin Suwen's every move, and he blurted out the wrong thing in a moment's distraction. The two of them were stunned at the same time, and Xin Che changed his words without a trace.

"The world is already a lot of hardships, so why bother to find your own tongue and work hard. Add a handful of licorice to make it taste better. ”

He only said that there were many hardships in the world, and he refused to mention it again, he still remembered that Yin Suwen later changed his taste, and he couldn't eat a little bitterness if he liked sweet. was even more afraid that her momentary gaffe would arouse her sadness, and she pretended to humorously add that she was getting older and her tastes had changed. It's just a year of time before and after, how can there be any old age, but lovesickness makes people old.

Raising his hand and refilling the fragrant tea, Yin Suwen held the cup tightly in his hand, as if he was reluctant to drink it again.

"Brother Xinche, I'm sorry."

"For what?"

"I shouldn't have come."

Because of a parting promise, she could no longer visit him emotionally. What's more, he was already a ruined body who was abandoned by others, and now he has to enter the palace in a different way to seek perfection, and what face and position can he bother him again.

Knowing that you can't do it, putting it on the right thing is called "persistence", putting it on the wrong thing is "stubbornness", persistence is not afraid of difficulties, and stubbornness is a moth to a fire. Although Yin Su asked himself that he never felt that such a situation was wrong, but Xin Che said this, probably it was really wrong. She knew that she shouldn't have come, but she still came, which is a mistake on top of a mistake, and such an apology is also sincere. She really hopes that this meeting will not bring more trouble and discomfort to Xinche. It won't get in the way of his Dao heart.

"I shouldn't have seen you, did I?"

Xin Che's half-helpless and half-self-deprecating smile rippled into Yin Suwen's eyes and turned into a pool of soft spring water. She laughed along. I almost burst into tears. Oh, yes. Someone as perceptive as he was, he probably had noticed it as early as the first night she appeared, and he could have continued to pretend to be unaware of it. But she had to drag her out of the dark night, and she was dressed and hot tea, but she was still involuntarily distressed and reluctant. Thinking about it this way, her suffering is not too bitter.

The porcelain cup in his hand turned from warm to cold, and the two of them raised their hands almost at the same time to cover the small teapot with warm water glaze on the side. The round and smooth body of the pot is just the right temperature, all of them are holding the pot in one hand, and the fingertips are not far from each other through the lid, and Yin Suwen's slender and thin knuckles just touched the soft fingertips of Xin Che with a slight movement. No one moved, as if they were unconscious, only a little touch from their fingertips, a little cold, and a flash of heat.

If time can stop here, or there has never been any Zhang Shaoqing and Yunju Temple, they are just a pair of ordinary men and women in ordinary people's homes at the foot of Donghuang Mountain. There is no responsibility, no hatred, and how good it would be to live a plain and warm farm life all my life.

Yin Suwen has never been as disgusted with her background and experience as she is at this moment, and those unbearable pasts have woven a huge black net, completely trapping her to death. The hatred she carried herself was like drinking snow water in the cold winter, and outsiders said that it was painful torture, and only she knew that it was a lifetime regret after asking for it.

"Brother Xinche, I have changed, and I don't feel like my original self. I have seen many people and done many things, both good and bad, but they are all inseparable from the word 'hate'. ”

"I know."

"I'm going to the palace."

"I know."

Yin Suwen suddenly laughed silently, he knew, he knew everything. He knew that he had suffered a family change, that he had secretly come to the mountain temple, and that he knew that he was just trying to get the warmth of a moment of fingertip contact in spite of the cool breeze of the night. is like the unspeakable love, he has always known, but he can only "know", they are destined to never be the same story.

She has always felt that Xinche is lonely, even if she is guided by the gods and accompanied by the Buddha, even when he is smiling, she is still lonely, and that loneliness makes others envious but makes her feel distressed. It wasn't until one day that she stumbled all the way in search of his loneliness and glimpsed his heart a little, and then realized that she had fallen into another abyss from which she could never recover. It's called the abyss of love, the love that can't be talked about with anyone.

"When are you leaving?"

"On the first day of next month."

"Amitabha, may the body and mind be at ease, and the wisdom will be immeasurable."

There was no hindrance or consolation, just the most ordinary blessing. If it was in the past, he would definitely say something "there is no obstacle so there is no terror, and hatred must be put down", but now there is only one sentence left: "body and mind are at ease".

"After all, he is a mortal, besieged by hatred and **, and he does something against his will every day to survive in this world."

"It doesn't matter, as long as you live well."

"What?"

"Live well. No matter what identity you use, what story you have, it's good to live well. ”

As a monk, Xin Che never wished for it, he was a person who had no desires and no desires, even if he had enjoyed the paradise or now when he faced Yin Suwen again, he did not have any desire to possess ** or stay together. "Love" is an obscure and profound problem, and he cannot dwell on it, but can only refrain from keeping his distance. The monk is desperate but also respects his parents and relatives, maybe it is okay to put Yin Suwen in the position of his relatives.

He has a delicate heart, but he knows that Yin Suwen wants to say only one sentence in the apology that he wants to say all night.

"I'm sorry to meet me."

This is exactly what he wants to say the most, but it's a pity that God's will makes people, and he can't help but count which person can say it himself. Xin Che could see clearly that it was fate. (To be continued......)