When Fusu and Shi Xuanxuan returned to Runlu, Sang Xia had already packed up and asked with two big round eyes, "Are you going to the vegetable market?"

"Okay," Fusu pointed to the clothes on his body, signaling that he had to change his clothes, turned to Shi Xuanxuan and said, "You can go too." ”

...... The vegetable market was very close, and Sang Xia greeted and chatted with some vendors as if he had arrived at his own home.

Shi Xuanxuan didn't know why Fusu asked her to come to this strange place together, but she still followed.

In this noisy place, more voices appeared in her head.

After getting used to it for a while, she followed the two of them slowly through the vegetable market.

The vegetable farmer holding a watering can to replenish the water of the vegetables: The weather is very good today, why are there so few people?

The young fishmonger 'sells fish very well, but what if she makes me smell fishy?' does she really have to change her career? I can't do anything about her...'

The uncle who took the plastic bag dripping with water from the fishmonger's hand said that he wanted to drink fish soup, and he couldn't stew it if he sold it, so he went back to the eldest sister next door to teach him...... Hmmm!'

"Why is the meat getting more and more expensive now, Ah Bing rarely said that he wants to eat pig's trotters, no matter how expensive it is, he can buy it..."The woman in front of the butcher shop stood and thought for a long time.

............

After the purchase, as soon as she returned to Runlu Sangxia, she hurriedly went into the kitchen and went to the backyard with a few whispers to her.

"Let's go, let's go and see. With that, Fusu gently pushed Shi Xuanxuan's back, and the two came to a fishing boat.

The storm lifted the bow of the ship high as the waves rolled into the air, and then it fell, slamming its hull into the water with a loud thud. Except for the sound of the furious wind and rain, there was no other sound in Shi Xuanxuan's ears.

The two of them were shrouded in Fusubu's enchantment, undisturbed by the outside world.

A few stout fishermen on board steered the boat through the wind and rain, but their faces showed no fear, and they just focused on their own business.

The man at the helm looked solemn, and several crew members walked out of the cabin with ropes tied to their waists, and they braved the wind and waves to approach the rear warehouse, and closed the lid of the rear warehouse that had been lifted by the storm, so as to ensure that the harvest was not dumped back into the sea.

Fusu raised his hand, the picture changed sharply, and the two came to another place.

There was no wind, the snow was all over the sky, and it was a forest of silence.

A few people came out of a high, smoking tent, dressed in heavy cotton clothes. Carrying heavy hay and walking through knee-deep snow.

Walking into the heart of the forest, they scattered the hay and made strange noises from their mouths. A few elk came, and after a while the deer gathered here and ate the grass quietly.

These northern deer herders observe the deer herds with their beards, ice and snow sticking to their eyelashes, and their noses red to breathe.

There was a slight tremor from the high trunk of the tree, and the scene changed sharply again as the white snowflakes shook off the tree.

On the highway of the plateau, Wanwan faces the sky with no end in sight.

Pilgrims kneel on the way to the holy mountain with their braids and Tibetan robes of no distinguishable color.

They either recite Sanskrit in their mouths, or they walk in silence and solemnity. When some people were tired and sat down to rest, several pilgrims gathered around them, rarely spoke, but simply ate a few mouthfuls of dry food and drank some water.

After a short break, everyone smiled and saluted each other and hit the road again.

............

"Fusu" Shi Xuanxuan's heart produced many strange and complicated feelings, and some unspeakable emotion shocked her entire soul.

"Huh?"

"What do they live for?" Shi Xuanxuan pondered, what was the emotion that shook him?

"For the faith, for the spirit, for the ritual," Fusu set his eyes on the distance where the road meets the sky, and in the end, aren't these just back to their hearts?!"

Shi Xuanxuan looked at the pilgrims who continued to walk, she didn't know what the end of their knees was, but she seemed to understand something: "Go back to your heart......

What's inside?

It is because of the repentance that cannot fulfill the responsibility, the love that is willing to give it all, the purest reluctance, and the deep affection that will never be forgotten.

What's inside?

There is the strength to fight against everything, the courage to face death, the patience to wait for the harvest calmly, and the many bits and pieces of time in those years.

"Between heaven and earth, how short and fragile is the life of being born as a human being, less than a hundred years for dozens of years. Whether it is mountains, rivers, or high-rise buildings built by human beings themselves, even trees, flowers, and many creatures they don't know about may last longer than their lives. ”

"In this short life, most of them lived a miserable and pitiful life. Die for survival, die for faith, die for love, die for family reproduction, die for honor......"

"Die for the thousands of things in this world that you see, don't see, hear, don't hear, you understand, or don't understand. But even so, people still want to live!"

Man is like an ant crossing a river, knowing that it will be swallowed up by the river but still running bravely. Isn't such a life, even if it is humble, worthy of respect!"

Fusu looked up at the sky above the plateau, and the clouds were passing through the sky.

Most of them still have a sense of reverence for the world, the heavens, the earth, and all things. They do not grieve for their short life, but live earnestly in this short time. Even if it's just to live for the sake of living. ”

"I have given up on them because they are proud, selfish, greedy, and demanding more than anything in return. When I came back into the world, I realized that it wasn't them who gave up, but myself!"

"We may never be able to figure out why we live, but we have more time than they do, more time for us to think, more time for us to live well. ”

After Fusu finished speaking, he looked silently at the pilgrims who were fading away from the sky.

Shi Xuanxuan listened silently, and the feeling that sprouted from the bottom of his heart was no longer shock, agitation, humming, deep thought, and finally calm.

It seems that something has broken the ground in my heart, and it has been illuminated under the sunshine of this plateau.

She turned her head slightly to look at Fusu floating in the air, and at this point she finally understood why Ah Demon was so infatuated with this man, and why the people of the secret clan called him a 'god'.

In the snow-white world, Fusu, which hangs in the middle of the snowy plateau, is like a god.

And Shi Xuanxuan also understood a certain meaning of searching for thousands of years but never being liberated.

In the past 1,000 years, she has never stopped to watch the life and death of a certain person, let alone care about the life and death of a certain person. For her, she was just a passing visitor to those fragile lives.

Do not participate in anyone's life and death. She blindfolded herself, as if she were walking in the darkness of the night, and walked forward, completely oblivious to what she had passed along the way.

She was desperate for her life, because she had died, but she had never thought about what she was going to do with it.

Until the dark shadow struck, she was caught off guard. She suddenly found herself like a long-lost bird that could not find its way.

Looking at the ant-like figure in the distance, Shi Xuanxuan woke up somewhere in his heart.

Like a lit up night, or a blue sky washed by rain. A crystal tear piled up in Shi Xuanxuan's eyes.

Not sadness, but unspeakable excitement. She laughed, laughed happily.

She never seemed to be happier than she had ever been.

Tears welled up from her laughter, and in the surging tears was her heartfelt laughter.

Fusu still looked motionless into the distance, not disturbing the joy of her epiphany.

At this time, there was only that figure in his heart.

In the mid-air of the plateau, a light golden light flashed.

The pilgrim, who had not yet seen this moment, folded his hands, closed his eyes and recited the Sanskrit scriptures......