It's so satisfying to eat.

The old monk walked towards the temple gate with his hands behind his back.

"Besides, you actually tell me about it!!In vain, Han Youchuan opened his mouth! Really!!Porridge!Porridge!" There was a left, angry Youchuan, and a paste-filled porridge that could cover the bottom of the pot.

It seems that Chen Lanruo's life is still the same, but the weather is colder, the leaves have fallen a little, and there are fewer words.

Youchuan was also wrapped in a layer of clothes, in fact, it is not very suitable to say that it is clothes, after all, Chen Lanruo, the only one who can make clothes, is gone, maybe she should be called Jun Lanruo now.

The old monk also wears a robe all year round, and Youchuan feels that the cloth given by Aunt Li cuts a hole in the middle, then stretches his head over, and then ties a sleeping belt around his waist, but it is better than the old monk's tattered robe, well, it is still much better! Although there are no sleeves, the old monk's robe is not only one sleeve, it is better not to look good.

"I don't know how Lan Ruo is doing in the ice field. When the old monk was chanting, Youchuan sat on the threshold at the entrance of the temple by himself, holding his chin and talking to himself.

Don't count the stars at night, Youchuan can sleep, but when he wakes up, he always feels that something is missing, and he doesn't know what is missing.

Such a good day and such a night, for whom the wind dews and stands for the middle of the night.

Winter is also coming soon, Youchuan woke up early in the morning, opened the door and found that there was already a layer of snow on the ground, and stood at the door for a long time.

Stretching out his hand, it seems to want to catch the falling snow in the sky, and if he catches it, he may know what is missing when he wakes up every day.

The old monk didn't know when he appeared beside him.

"It's snowing!" ”

There doesn't seem to be much to say.

The two of them, one big and one small, one old and one young, stood in the snow, one stretched out his hand, the other held his hand behind his back, but they both held their heads high, looking at the vast world.

"Old monk, how about I go and see Lan Ruo?" Han Youchuan asked abruptly, he retracted his hand, only to find that there was only a small pool of water in his hand, and there was not a single snowflake.

It seemed that the old monk was not surprised at all, because his answer was so careless.

"Okay. After a pause, the old monk said again, "When are you going to leave?" When he said this, the old monk still held his head high, and Youchuan held his head high so that he would not see his eyes. I wouldn't know what he was worried about, in fact, even if Youchuan saw it, he wouldn't have thought of what the old monk was really worried about.

"Today?" "Okay." The old monk didn't tell Han Youchuan how to pass through the Sea of Silence. Just promised, well, that's all.

"Should I pack my luggage?" Yukawa was a little weak before leaving. Asked.

"What luggage do you have?" the old monk's tone finally changed this time, with the habitual mockery.

"I, I. Of course not! Indeed, life in the temple was as simple as the snow.

"Why don't I bring a quilt?" Yukawa asked unwillingly, after looking around the cabin where he lived several times.

"What are you going to live when you come back? Isn't it a shame to take the quilt to the South China Sea Ice Field?" is still an old monk who is drinking.

"That's true, then I can't just leave without anything. Youchuan began to hesitate, if he could, he would even want to retract what he had just said, after all, going far away is a big deal, and it should be planned carefully.

"It's too hasty, it's too hasty. Youchuan secretly regretted it in his heart, and even began to talk about the old monk.

"I agreed so casually. It's a shame that the head of this path is in such a hurry. The word Taoist was also learned by Yukawa in the teahouse, and although the old storyteller was missing two front teeth, it could not prevent Yukawa, a hungry boy, from learning a lot.

"Bodhi has nothing, where to stir up dust" This time the old monk is going to start chanting.

"Well, you should show me the way. After all, I have never been out of Bei'an, let alone the South China Sea Ice Field. Youchuan finally found a reason to stand, if the road was too difficult, he might not go.

"To go to the South China Sea Ice Field, you still need to look at the road, and you can go all the way to the south. This time, the old monk didn't even bother to bring it with him, and directly used a contemptuous tone.

"You ......" may be the old monk said too reasonably, Youchuan was speechless.

That trick, which he had practiced for the old monk for a long time, almost couldn't help but hit it.

On the first snowy night of early winter, Yukawa brought four flatbreads and set off. Oh, and there is also an iron man, the old monk said that it was for Chen Lanruo to fuck. If it weren't for the prudence of what the old monk said, Han Youchuan really wanted to throw away that ugly and outrageous iron man, and take this thing with him, it would be better to bring a quilt.

In this way, Youchuan stepped out of the temple gate, and seemed to be a little reluctant, he had been staring at the small bell on the door frame, staring at the door of the old monk's house, and staring at the old monk's Buddhist beads. Maybe he wants to put everything in the entire Lanruo Temple in his head, and he has been going for many years, and when he comes back, he doesn't know if the temple is still there, of course, this kind of maybe there are several possibilities in Youchuan's wandering eyes.

The old monk thought that Youchuan was going to the mountain to chop wood, sent Beishan to the door, and said "come back early" and went back to recite the scriptures perfunctorily.

Keep going south.

Yuchuan walked out not far and began to chant this sentence.

It seems that going to the South China Sea Ice Fields is really that simple, and after walking a few steps, Yukawa finally seems to have made up his mind, because he has been observing for a long time before leaving.

You always have to bring something with you to the Silent Snow Field, and it is not appropriate to go to see Lan Ruoke empty-handed, so he quietly folded back.

The old monk's Buddha beads look good, but he hangs around his neck all day long, and now that it is so early, he must not be able to wait for him to sleep, besides, the older the old monk is, the more cowardly he is, and he will tie the door when he sleeps.

Although Youchuan was very confident that he would kick over the windy wooden door, the old monk also woke up at that time.

I looked at the small bell hanging on the threshold, well, it was still a broken little bell, it had been hung for so long, and even the idle people who came to offer incense didn't take it away, so it shouldn't be an important thing.

Something is better than nothing, and he traveled thousands of miles to destroy the snowfield, Lan Ruo should be moved when he saw it, and he was it.

Youchuan stretched out his hand and took off the little bell, the little bell that had been hanging for an unknown amount of time and had not been stolen.

The old monk's face was actually twitching when he was knocking on the wooden fish and chanting, and he didn't know if it was because Youchuan just left, or because Youchuan just took away Wuyin.

In the snow, there is an extra line of footprints, deep and shallow, far and near.

All the way to the south, here and there are years.

"End of this chapter"