Huang Keshang looked at the girl in front of him deeply, smiling like nothing but with the beauty of rotten bones, so beautiful that it was demagogic, beautiful as a flash in the pan, so beautiful that it was unreal, but it made people involuntarily indulge in it.

I remember the first time I saw her, she cried and ran like a wronged child, wiping her tears and inadvertently wiping away the dust on her face, revealing a stunning and beautiful face; At the gate of her mansion, she hesitated for a long time about whether she could enter the door of a stranger's house, but she showed her fox-like cunning intelligence; Changing out of men's clothes, she didn't apply powder, and casually dragged her long hair out to eat, but she was as beautiful as a person in a picture; She drinks and is free and easy; She eats and is eclectic. Her sadness can turn everything over after a meal; Her sorrow can be relieved by telling stories.

This woman is sometimes immature like a young son, and sometimes she is as old as a Confucian. Innocence, cunning, rudeness, delicacy, vulgarity, and elegance are the traits that are difficult to coexist in her, but they are not in harmony!

She seems to be a person who shouldn't exist! It seems that in the next moment, in her next breath, she will ride the breeze, chase the stars and the moon, and disappear!

"That woman, how are you doing?" Huang Merchant suddenly spoke, with uncertain apprehension, interrupting the faint atmosphere and interrupting my memories.

I didn't know the turbulence in the heart of the emperor, so I continued to think about it, and reluctantly thought about the girl who was my first love before I crossed for a while, before I opened my eyes and replied softly: "Of course it's good, it's full of affection." ”

"Love, drink water?!" Huang Merchant couldn't digest this overly modern sentence, and his face was stiff and surprised.

I nodded slowly, looked at Huang Merchant elegantly, and asked him in a tone like asking a kindergarten child, "Have you ever heard the story of seeking Buddha?"

"Nope. The eyes of the yellow merchant were full of incomprehensible shock, and a few flashes of expectation were added.

I retracted my gaze with satisfaction, and landed on the slender hand on my chest with ten fingers clasped together, and my voice was faint with a hint of bewitchment: "Then, I'll tell you." A teenager who likes a girl. From babbling to gray-haired, the girl didn't like him, not once. At the moment of dying of old age, he still likes the unchanging young man of the girl, and his soul wades through mountains and rivers to seek Buddha. He kowtowed and prayed under the Buddha's lotus throne, again and again, regardless of the passage of time and the passage of time. Day after day, year after year, he has been on his knees for five hundred years. ”

One day, the Buddha promised him that he could meet the girl who had passed away and started a new life, so that the girl could look at him. I smiled shallowly, and my voice with joy seemed distant in the clear night: "In the bustling streets, the boy watched the girl come and pass by. The girl walked a long way, suddenly stopped, looked back at the young man and smiled softly, and turned to leave. ”

"Is the young man satisfied?" Huang Keshang's question was slightly eager.

"Nope. The boy was even more sad than before he saw the girl, and he was sad that the girl looked back and smiled. He still knelt and begged in front of the Buddha, refusing to let go or leave. Time flies, and a thousand years later, the Buddha once again promised his prayer to be able to continue the unfinished edge with the girl. I let out a long sigh, clasped my hands together, and silently recited a sentence of Amitabha Buddha before I continued, "In the bright spring, the boy turned into a tree. The branches are strong and the foliage is luxuriant. The girl went out to travel, and when she was tired of walking, she rested against the tree, as if she was leaning on the chest of a young man, closed her eyes, and took a sweet nap for a while. That short moment was the best time for teenagers in the past 1,500 years. ”

"This time, the young man should be happy, right?" Huang Keshang's voice was tinged with sadness.

"Nope. The boy knelt before the Buddha again and prayed for his last regret, that is, the girl's fingertips never touched his forehead and eyebrows. I leaned my head against the pillars and said in a gloomy voice, "This time the time of kneeling and begging was even longer, and after two thousand years, finally, the Buddha agreed again." This time, the boy turned into a stone arch bridge, and the girl passed by, stretched out her hand, and stroked each railing of the stone bridge with her fingertips and palms, as if she had touched the boy's forehead, eyebrows, eyes, nose, and lips...... Until, the girl walked across the stone bridge and walked away leisurely. ”

"If I were that young man, I would have gotten what I wanted at this time, and I would no longer be attached or obsessed!" Huang Keshang stood up excitedly and said loudly.

No, the boy still knelt in front of the Buddha, and this time, he prayed that he could be a couple with the girl for the rest of his life, no matter how many years he needed to kneel and beg. My calm voice was like snow falling, indifferently cooling the blood boiling of the yellow merchant, "The Buddha bowed his head and told the young man that in this life, the person who was paired with the girl in this life has knelt and begged in front of the Buddha for 20,000 years!"

I opened my eyes suddenly, looked at the yellow merchant whose heart was surging to the point that his fingertips trembled, and said lightly: "Fate, you can't hope for it, you say, right?"

"Yes!" Huang Keshang's chest rose and fell violently, he breathed heavily, pacing back and forth rapidly, trying to calm himself, suddenly he stopped, turned his head to look at me deeply, "Are you the girl?!"

"Whether I am that girl, whether you are that young man, this can only be known by asking the Buddha!" I stood up, stretched my waist, no longer walked through the hall and corridor, directly across the courtyard, from the thick snow to the bedroom, leaving a free and easy back of stepping on the snow, "I am sleepy." ”

Huang Keshang looked at the slender woman's footprints on the snow step by step, as if they were imprinted on his heart one by one, surging with indescribable thrilling.

As if knowing the longing in his eyes, I looked back leisurely, looked at the yellow merchant lightly, and smiled at him who was looking at my back with a blank face, my hair flew and I turned back and walked forward, my voice seemed to be able to travel through time, and it was as clear as the ding dong of the ice spring in the moonlight: "If I can kneel in front of the Buddha and pray, I will definitely pray: May I go away for half my life and return as a teenager!"

When the yellow merchant heard this, he was completely stupid, and stood under the corridor for a long time, motionless, watching his back gradually leave, and staring blankly at the traces left on the snow.

The starry sky seemed to fall into his eyes, and then slowly slid down, filling his cheeks, and his murmuring voice was not known to anyone, like a song and crying: "Li'er, Li'er! If I can kneel and beg you to be still there, I am willing to kneel and beg for thousands of years! If I return and still be a teenager, then you are still there! Li'er, Li'er......"