The flow of time is the change of light and dark, which is common in the dawn and dusk of the alternation of day and night, and also refers to the succession of life.

Who do you want to return?

Looking forward to the return of the youth.

Through his fingers, the afterglow of the setting sun wanders through the forest, and also sprinkles the ground with the autumn leaves, dyeing patches of golden, paving the way home for the young man.

There was still a short way to go, and the boy looked up the hill and saw that the town was already full of smoke, and that family was no exception.

Thinking of this, the young man's eyes were full of smiles, and the corners of his mouth were shining, so he tightened his back and put on the stack of firewood, and quickened the pace of going home, so that he had to deliver the ingredients to his grandfather before the noodles were cooked.

Right on his chest, the boy's beloved little basket was filled with bamboo shoots, fungus, mushrooms and other things he dug up in the mountains, all of which were the best fresh ingredients, for which he almost didn't fight the wild boar.

It can't be beaten, because wild boars often come out in groups, and when they attack together, they are very scary, and everyone has to be frightened.

But it wouldn't be a problem for him to secretly break a few mountain treasures, after all, dealing with them wasn't a day or two.

It's a year or two.

Since the age of four, the boy has been able to go into the mountains alone to chop wood, although the luck is not very good, always encounter the wolf cave, near the tiger's den, hated by pigs, chased by bears, fierce beasts have seen a lot, none of them can spare him, chasing him all over the mountain, fortunately, the young man is precocious, physical strength is also OK, every time he escapes from death, and then goes home empty-handed, aggrieved and embarrassed to eat.

Now he is smart, don't mention how happy he is to go up the mountain every day to fight the autumn wind, it is not too easy to tease the pig and walk the tiger, and the one-person-high firewood stack on his back and the basket of mountain treasures on his chest are today's harvest.

The young man's name is Nie Haoxing, he has no father, no brothers and sisters, and there is only one grandfather in the family, but the grandfather is not surnamed Nie.

Because he was an adopted orphan.

The reason why Haoxing's surname is Nie is said to be because of his ears, Haoxing's ears are small, a little delicate, and his ears are just a Nie character when stacked.

I don't know who gave the name, grandpa didn't say,

The grandfather who adopted him didn't even have a name, the old man was a half-vulgar monk, because he usually treated the sick and saved people, chanted scriptures and saved some prestige, the villagers called him master, only Hao Xing knew that the old man's name was called "nothing".

Ever since the old man inadvertently mentioned that he was from a place called Bailong Temple in Yanzhou, Hao Xing was very eager to go there to see, and even longed to be a monk, a monk like his grandfather who helped the suffering.

The villagers secretly call the old man a living bodhisattva behind their backs. Haoxing followed the light, and he didn't say it, but he was actually angry in his heart.

However, grandpa didn't agree, no matter how soft and hard Hao Xing was, he didn't let go, let alone escaped into the empty door, he didn't shave his bald head for Hao Xing, and he didn't tell Hao Xing why, which led to the warm picture of "the old monk leading the little monk home" can only exist in Hao Xing's dream forever.

Haoxing didn't make trouble, when he was younger, Haoxing was angry, and took a knife to scrape on his head, his bald head was not shaved, and Reilly's head was quite similar, but Haoxing still hasn't taken off the shameful title of "Little Laizi", and he was laughed at by the children in the town.

Adults occasionally tease him with this, and every day just watching him run away with a red face, the town will be a little more angry and smile.

I don't know why, but there are so many people who are teasing him today.

From the foot of the mountain to the town, the three words "Xiao Laizi" are endless, but the women who usually praise Haoxing for being sensible do not speak, almost the men are talking.

"Yo, Xiao Laizi carries so much firewood down the mountain every day, he doesn't breathe when he walks, and his waist strength is really big, whose girl can withstand your scourge in the future?"

"Xiao Laizi's face is so red, is it watching Sister Fox Fairy take a bath on the mountain?"

These people make a lot of trouble, and they can always wrap him in, how dare Hao Xing take half a sentence, just hurry up.

Passing by the school, the sound of the town's children's poetry reciting drilled into the ears of Haoxing, and the opening chapter was "Step into the spring rock, and go up the farthest mountain." Immediately attracted him, Haoxing didn't know what artistic conception was, just thinking about it felt beautiful.

What" the stone beam towers to the end, looking forward to the forest mouth. "What" is Danhong, and Pai Yun is clear about the shadow. It's all gorgeous verses that can bring people into the grand scene with one sentence.

It is precisely because Haoxing is a person who enters the mountains every day that he can best understand how beautiful the scenery described in the poem is, and because he often runs in the mountains, Haoxing can't help but feel that the scenery he sees in the mountains is not as expressive as the poems write.

There are thousands of beautiful mountains and rivers in the world, and I don't know how many I will have the opportunity to see in the future?

With yearning, Haoxing silently listened to the last few lines of the poem, and his mood suddenly stopped bright, and became a little bad, so he left and ran home quickly.

Packing up his mood, as soon as Haoxing entered the door, he saw Wuwu busy in front of the stove, and under the light of the fire, the old monk looked ruddy and asked with a smile: "Are you back?" ”

Seeing that Wuyou's hands and feet were nimble, and he didn't look like an old man in the twilight, Haoxing put down the burden in his heart, and couldn't help but smile more.

poured out the mountain treasures, and hurriedly began to splash water to remove the mud, but his eyes were always staring at the clay jar on Yantai, his throat rolled, and he swallowed his saliva and said: "Grandpa, put more red oil?"

Red oil is a spicy oil that has no own frying, it is said to be spicy, but in fact, it is not too spicy, just a fragrant, Haoxing always likes to put some when eating.

Vegetarian food has always been clear soup and white water, the taste is bland, and the onions and garlic used by the folk to add flavor are also meaty, not to mention the bone meat sauce, nothing can be touched, Hao Xing didn't eat much, in order to let Hao Xing, who has a long body, eat more, Wu Wu specially fried this jar of red oil for him, fortunately, Hao Xing also likes it.

Wuyou smiled and agreed: "It's all up to you." ”

Hao Xingle presented washed bamboo shoots, mushrooms, fungus and other things, looked forward to the noodles from the pot, and squatted in front of the stove to add firewood to fan the wind.

Seeing that he was too anxious, he didn't hold his ear with big chopsticks, and said with a smile: "Don't worry, the soup will boil dry and the noodles will be pus, just wait patiently." ”

Hao Xing is anxious, in the past, when he "grabbed pig food" and "won bear love" on the mountain, he never lacked patience, and he squatted for most of the day, but the somen noodles cooked by his grandfather made it most difficult for him to wait.

In fact, he is not to blame, Bailong Temple, as the origin of Buddhism in China, has also carried forward vegetarian cuisine here, and somen noodles are one of them. There were gourmets from the south of the Yangtze River who came to live outside the White Dragon Temple for half a year, and ate such a bowl of noodles every day.

Wuyou's craftsmanship is not bad, and it is understandable that Haoxing likes it.

Finally, when the noodles are out of the pot, the broth is dripped, the oil flowers and spicy seeds are rattling, and then a strong fragrance comes up, which makes the stars hungry.

The noodles are divided into two bowls, one large and one small, the small bowl is just the size of Haoxing's palm, facing nothing; the big one can fit without a head, facing Haoxing, Haoxing is still a little dissatisfied, and he is still a little unsatisfied, thinking about why grandpa doesn't cook more, it doesn't matter if his stomach can't fit it, he can eat it again after resting for a while.

After all, somen noodles are not often made.

Kneading and rolling dough is a hard work, and the physical condition of Wu is not as good as before, if it is not for the New Year's Festival, it basically does not take too much effort to do these, but since it has been done, the difference between more than half a bowl and less than half a bowl is not big.

didn't move the chopsticks, just quietly watched Hao Xing bury his head in eating, and then pushed his bowl of noodles to Hao Xing.

Get along day and night, Hao Xing doesn't know how much he eats, and his bowl is just right, and he didn't plan to eat it.

Haoxing was suffocated, there was a "curtain" of noodles hanging on his mouth, and he didn't have time to swallow it, looking at nothing, the ruddy on the old monk's face quickly faded little by little, and he became gray again, and Haoxing's heart also fell to the bottom little by little.

The sky in Hazy Star's heart collapsed.

Originally...... Everything just now, with nimble hands and feet, and ruddy complexion, turned out to be just the return of the old monk.

Haoxing trembled his hands, pushed the bowl back, and said, "Grandpa's body is already very weak, so you can't skip eating." ”

Wuyou stretched out his chopsticks to pick up the noodles into his mouth for him, pushed the bowl again, shook his head and smiled: "Grandpa has no appetite and can't eat it." ”

It wasn't until now that Hao Xing realized why his grandfather wanted to make somen noodles that he usually wanted to eat but couldn't eat today.

There are also emotions inadvertently revealed by the people in the town, teasing Hazy Star, which is actually more of a concern.

Including the homework assigned to the students, it seemed that he had calculated that Haoxing would eavesdrop at that time, so Mr. Teaching deliberately chose such a poem to enlighten him, teaching him to look down on life and death, and yearn for the great rivers and mountains in the world.

Near the end of the poem, the sentence that makes Haoxing's mood worse, "To go deep into the immobile realm is to know the truth and pass away." After copying Buddhist scriptures for two years, how could Hao Xing not know what death is.

The death of monks and nuns is death.

In recent days, nothing has withered, Yintang has turned black, and everyone knows that an old man with a loss of blood and qi will not live for a few days.

In order to survive until now, to make a meal of somen noodles for Haoxing, Wu Wu has done his best.

The thin palm slowly swept across Haoxing's face, taking away a line of tears, and said softly: "Idiot, grandpa begged for Buddha I, and finally saw the west heaven today, you should be happy for grandpa." ”

Since death is inevitable, Haoxing doesn't want to make his grandfather feel uneasy, and with a tear, he is not as strong as a six-year-old child.

At least let grandpa watch him finish the noodles.

The sound of snorting sounded again, and even though the tears on his face became bitter, Haoxing didn't let his grandfather's last meal leave any soup.

"After I die, you can only go east to find your master, if he is still alive, he will meet you, if you can't wait for him...... If you want to be a monk, go do it, grandpa left a back road for you, the monks of the White Dragon Temple are all over Kyushu, you have a place to live wherever you go, and there is nothing wrong with being a medical monk hanging a pot to help the world. ”

Hazy Star was silent.

Wuyou said again: "Grandpa knows that you are angry in your heart, even if he never recognizes you as his apprentice, but you can't treat him as your master, you must not forget your roots." Yelin is his name, the stakes are very high, and it may save your life at a critical moment, remember not to mention it lightly. ”

At this end, Wuwu bowed his head gloomily and drove the crane west, leaving the young Hazy Star to finally collapse, lying beside the old man's corpse and weeping silently.

On this day, the cry of the Misty Star resounded through half the town, declaring that there was no death.

This year, Hazy Star is only six years old, and he will begin to face the world alone.

Where to go, the boy is only confused.