The weather is fine and close to the Mid-Autumn Festival, and the Chunchou River is as clear as a mirror.

On this day, there was a little monk in front of the door of the Chu Waist Pavilion, standing there, wanting to speak but not knowing how to speak.

The girls in the hall had eaten and had nothing to do, so they teased the little monk through the window.

The little monk was only fifteen or sixteen years old, and he was so frightened that he didn't dare to raise his head, but he just chanted Buddha.

Su Haoyi happened to go downstairs, so he felt a little strange.

They don't come here as monks, and they don't even pass through here in normal times.

Therefore, the people of the Chu Waist Pavilion all went to the temple to offer incense.

Looking at the dress of this little monk, he should have walked a long way, and he must be a monk from outside.

I don't know what he's going to do when he's standing in front of the door, but there must be something, otherwise he wouldn't be standing still.

Therefore, Su Haoyi stepped forward, made a Buddhist salute and asked, "Little Master, I don't know what is wrong with you?" ”

The little monk returned the salute with a red face, he was embarrassed by the amusement of those girls, and it was better to read that Su was a man with good intentions.

"Thank you Shi for taking the initiative to ask, the little monk's legal name is Yuanjue......" The little monk's lips were a little chapped, and he couldn't help but lick them with his tongue when he spoke.

"Little Master, wait a minute," the car that went to pull water from the Chu Waist Pavilion happened to come back, and was stopped by Su Haoyi, scooped a scoop of water and handed it to the little monk: "Please drink saliva first." ”

"Amitabha, the donor is really a bodhisattva." The little monk thanked again and again, took the water scoop, and drank it to the bottom.

Returning the water scoop, the little monk wiped his mouth with the gray cloth sleeve, smiled shyly at Su Kindly, and then continued: "The little monk is here to find someone." ”

"Who is the little master looking for? I know everyone here. Su Haoyi was also a little curious in his heart, after all, it was rare for a monk to come to them to find someone.

"The little monk was also entrusted by someone to come here to find a person named Aunt Yin'er." The little monk said.

"That's my mother," Su said hurriedly, "Can you tell me?" ”

"This ......" The little monk seemed a little embarrassed: "It's not that the little monk can't trust the donor, but the master entrusted me to tell Aunt Yin'er in person before he died." ”

Su Yiyi's eyelids jumped twice, and he felt bad in his heart. This morning, when Aunt Yin'er got up early, she told her that she had a dream at night and said that he was coming to see her.

"Dare to ask the little master, what is the name of the master you are talking about?" Su Hao asked with the uneasiness in his heart.

"The little monk came out to travel, and when he passed through Jiangzhou, he met a master in the Golden Cicada Temple, and his name was wonderful." The little monk replied truthfully.

Su Haoyi's head slammed, and his body stiffened.

For so many years, my uncle and grandfather have not reappeared, and Aunt Yin'er has been waiting for him, even afraid that he will not be able to find him when he comes back, so he has not left for so many years.

"Master Miao Zai entrusted the little monk with some things before he died, and he needs to explain to Aunt Yin'er in person." The little monk is a tendon, otherwise it would be impossible for Miaoya to entrust his last wishes to him.

"Little Master, thank you so much." Su Haoyi endured the sadness in his heart, and said politely to Yuan Jue: "This journey is really hard, it's a pity that it is inconvenient for you to enter a place like ours." In this case, let's go to the tea shed opposite and sit down, and I'll invite my mother out to meet you. ”

The people of Daxia worship Buddha, and the mother-in-law of the tea shed is also very polite when she sees the little monk, and takes the initiative to bring the tea up.

Su greeted her mother-in-law and turned back to find Aunt Yin'er.

It has been ten years since she and Aunt Yin'er have been dependent on each other, and she has never been so unspeakable as today.

"Aren't you going out? How did you come back again? Aunt Yin'er was embroidering a statue of Guanyin, and she was a little surprised to see Su Haoyi come in: "Why don't you speak?" Is there something uncomfortable? The face is so ugly. ”

"Mother, someone outside wants to see you," Su opened his mouth with difficulty: "You go and meet you." ”

"Who? Invite him in. "Aunt Yin'er doesn't take it very seriously.

He ...... It's inconvenient to come in," Su Haoyi didn't have the courage to tell the truth: "He's a monk." ”

The needle in Aunt Yin'er's hand was off, and she almost pierced herself.

She got up in a bit of a panic, as if she was looking for something, but in the end she just tugged at the placket of her clothes.

"Is that the dead bald donkey here?" Aunt Yin'er's voice was tight, and although there was hatred in her tone, it was just a complaint from the woman's family.

"Go check it out." Su Haoyi's heart hurt so much that he even had to control his breathing: "I asked him to wait in the tea shed opposite." ”

Aunt Yin'er raised her hand and straightened her sideburns, walked to the door and returned, and took a fan.

Su Haoyi followed her closely, and when she went downstairs, she took the initiative to help Aunt Yin'er, and she could feel her arm trembling slightly.

When she got to the door, she could see the other side of the road at a glance, and when Aunt Yin'er saw that there was a little monk sitting there, her steps slowed down.

Yuan Jue had already stood up, and when Aunt Yin'er walked up, he folded his hands and saluted.

Aunt Yin'er returned the salute, sat down and asked, "I wonder what the little master is looking for me?" ”

"The little monk met Master Miao Yai when he was in the Jinchan Temple in Jiangzhou, and he entrusted the little monk to bring his ashes to Tiandu and teach you in person." Yuan Jue said as he took out a square box from his bamboo back basket.

"What did you say?" Aunt Yin'er tilted her ear hard: "You said that he was wonderful...... Sitting? ”

"Amitabha, monks don't speak. Master Miaoya, he has indeed passed away. Yuan Jue said and performed another Buddha salute.

Aunt Yin'er looked at the wooden box on the table in a daze, it felt like she had been cut in the heart by a quick knife, because the knife was too fast, and she couldn't feel pain at first.

Su Haoyi could only endure her sadness and gently push her, and called in a low voice: "Mother! Mother! ”

After a long pause, Aunt Yin'er reached out and grabbed the box. Her hands are stiff, so her movements appear clumsy.

He ...... What else was said? Aunt Yin'er's eyes were very hollow, and she couldn't focus on them anyway: "Does he have anything else to tell me?" ”

"Master Miao Ya only said that his ashes have to be raised by you," Yuan Jue said with a wink, "There is nothing else." ”

Su Haoyi didn't know if Aunt Yin'er heard it clearly, but she nodded stiffly.

Then he turned around with the box in his arms and walked back step by step as if he was demented.

"Master Yuanjue, thank you so much!" Su Haoyi took out the silver on his body and stuffed it into the little monk's hand: "I'll accompany my mother back first, if you have something to look for me, come here to find Su Balang." ”

Aunt Yin'er walked back to the Chu Waist Pavilion as if no one was around, and returned to the room under the incomprehensible gaze of everyone.

Su kindly followed her into the door, but was blasted out.

Aunt Yin'er locked the door from the inside, and Su was waiting outside the door without worry.

After a long time, the sound of the pipa sounded in Aunt Yin'er's room, a tune that no one had ever heard.

Aunt Yin'er hasn't played the pipa for a long time, and the last time she played it was last year.

"Thoughtful, it's in Hainan.

What is the use of asking the widow, the double-beaded tortoiseshell hairpin, and the jade Shao.

Wen Jun has his heart, and he pulls miscellaneous and destroys it.

Destroy it, and when the wind blows its ashes,

From now on, don't be lovesick,

Acacia and Junju. ”