His throat was very dry, he couldn't say a word when he was young, and his thoughts were confused, on one side was his current self, and on the other hand was what the old monk had just said.

But he's not a flower and—

They're two people completely.

……

The lotus leaves swayed in the wind, and the water rippled.

"Later, he died, but he was not buried in his imperial mausoleum, but with his own sister."

Buried with his own sister-

Suddenly, it seemed as if a string had broken in his mind, and the white light crossed, and his whole person was a little out of control.

The words, which originally read dry, seem to have feelings in an instant.

He went from a historical observer and an outsider to a person who wrote down the words, and the jerky words became the stories that frightened him.

That's what he told Hua Sesheng personally, and he laughed at her, why should people bother with the things of the ancients.

But now, he is even more entangled than her.

How ridiculous.

The expression on the old monk's face was subtle, but sooner or later he would have known about it, and it would have been better if he had told him earlier.

The hand holding the teacup trembled a little, he forcibly suppressed the worry in his heart, no matter what his mood was, he had to finish speaking, the old monk lowered his eyes and chose not to look at his face anymore, "Qingshi, you don't have the right to decide your own future, you can only accept it." ”

"She came to this world, that is also a kind of fate, and it is only because of your existence that everything is fate and cause and effect." With Hua Sesheng, there is him, this is the fate, which cannot be unraveled.

"Futu Temple has been waiting for you for five hundred years, at first I thought selfishly, maybe I could hide it and not tell you for the rest of my life, but what the senior brother said is right, hiding it from you is not responsible for you."

"Hua Ronghe gave up everything for her, their story, I believe you know, when you are young, people's fate is in your own hands, since there is no way to choose, then you have to make yourself live more comfortably on this road."

After the old monk finished speaking, the whole person was much older, the wrinkles on his face were already very deep, and his hands were like dry branches.

He was dissatisfied with Hua Sesheng in his heart, although he knew that it didn't have much to do with her, but when he was young, he was the child he raised single-handedly-

Turning around and leaving the water pavilion, the old monk shook his head, the rest of the time, let Qing Shi think about it for himself, he will figure it out.

Countless willow leaves are falling one after another, and the leaves on the pear tree are luxuriant, and there are nail-sized pear fruits hidden in the middle, and everything is beautiful.

A sense of weakness rose in Qing Shi's heart, and his face sank terribly, everything the old monk said today was far beyond his imagination.

He believes in the mysteries of things in the world, he has always believed in the destiny of heaven, and he has also divined divination for countless people, looking at appearances, but he has never seen through himself.

He used to pity those who couldn't accept reality, and now, it was finally his turn.

There is a cause before there is an effect, Hua Sesheng is the cause, he is the effect.

The bond formed 500 years ago is now today.

Qing Shi's back is very thin, as if a gust of wind can blow him down, and the picture of his life in Futu Temple crosses his mind, but in the end-

But under the willow tree, the willow leaves were new, and her bright smile dazzled his eyes.

The lake rippled a little, the eyes of the green were very far away, and the breath on his body was lonely and lonely, was he the green time, or the flower and the ......

The answer was already clear in his heart.