In the hall, the guest twisted the Buddha beads, and there were words in the mouth.

Yirong got up with the support of the two little maids, walked up to one of the acquaintances, and said, "Amitabha." ”

The monk also returned the salute: "Amitabha, please tell the donor if you have something." ”

Yirong said: "I'm looking for an old lady who lives here all the year round and is over eighty years old. ”

The two acquaintances glanced at each other, and one of them clasped his hands together at Yirong and said, "Donor, please come here." As he spoke, he pointed out of the temple gate.

"Okay."

Out of the Buddha hall, go around from the side, and walk to the back of the Buddha hall, which is a winding path.

The pines and cypresses are upright, indomitable in the wind and snow, and the camphor tree grows together, although there are no branches and leaves, but they are heroic, just like a soldier with his head held high.

Eventually, the monk stopped in front of a meditation room and said, "Donor, inside is the person you are looking for." With that, he left.

Yirong finished thanking her, and then came to the meditation room with the two little maids.

The Zen monastery is lonely, only the wind howls and the birds fly.

From here, you can see the outline of the Zen room, which is hidden by the sparse branches of camphor, ancient and deep, with scattered snow on the eaves and a common hard mountain top.

When Yirong was 12 years old, her father took her and her brother to visit her grandmother, but she was refused to see her here, and her grandmother did not want outsiders to disturb her.

Over the years, my grandmother has lived here for a long time and has never returned to her home, and the old man's food, clothing, housing and transportation are all in accordance with the regulations of the temple, and she has never overpassed, which shows her old man's heart to Buddha.

I heard my father say that my grandmother moved to the temple after he became the imperial master, and this residence was more than ten years.

More than ten years of spring and autumn are fleeting.

Who will be able to take the patience to pick up a little bit of beauty from those times that have been broken and faded in the past?

Time flies, just let it pass.

"Knock Knock ......"

The door was closed, and Yirong knocked on the door.

After a while, there was movement inside, but it was an eight or nine-year-old girl with two buns poking out a round head, looking immature and delicate, and her slender eyes were not stained with the slightest cheesiness.

When the girl saw a very young lady knocking on the door, followed by two maids who were waiting with her, knowing that it was a visitor, she first made a gesture of standing with one hand, half-lowered her eyebrows, and said: "Amitabha, what is the reason why the donor is here?" ”

The eight- or nine-year-old child pretends to be deep, which is quite funny.

Yan'er laughed and said, "What a clever little girl! How can it be in the temple? ”

When the girl asked, she replied, "When I was a child, my parents died, and I wandered to this temple, and it was the host who took me in." ”

All three nodded.

The girl stared at Bai Yirong, and only felt that this lady was really beautiful, delicate and soft, like a willow branch by the river, and the face that was as white as white porcelain, delicate facial features, especially those eyes, seemed to be able to speak......

"I came to find the old lady who lives in this meditation room, she is my grandmother."

The girl bit her lip and said suddenly, "Madame is here for a while, I'll come when I go." ”

Yirong nodded.

The girl closed the door again, ran into the room, and said to an old man facing inward, "Master, there is a lady outside, and she says that you are her grandmother. ”

The old lady sat cross-legged on the pu fan, plain clothes and hat, her whole body was gray, her face was full of wrinkles, her eyebrows and eyes were indifferent, her body had become thin because of her long-term vegetarian diet and hard life, one hand was constantly twisting the Buddha beads, but she paused for a moment when she heard the words, and then said, "Child, let her in." ”

Her voice was a little muttered and hoarse, the result of years of silence.

Yirong's heart beat a drum, her hands stirred, and she couldn't give up, until the door of the meditation room was opened again, and this time the girl opened the door directly, and said with a smile: "Donor come in." ”

Yirong was so surprised that she froze in place, surprised by her grandmother's unusual behavior.

Could it really be that her grandmother missed her relatives, as she had guessed?

"Yikes! The old lady really saw our lady......" Ying'er exclaimed, covering her mouth with both hands, for fear of making a big move and making the old lady unhappy, so she drove them away again.

Through the door, Yirong saw the figure sitting quietly, so she lifted the hem of her skirt, stepped on a layer of bluestone steps, and couldn't wait to enter the meditation room.

"Granddaughter Yirong, I have seen my grandmother."

The first time she saw her grandmother, Yirong was so excited that her voice trembled.

"It's you." Grandmother's voice was calm and indifferent.

Yirong looked up, and what caught her eye was an ancient face without waves, on which the years had left indelible traces, and those slender eyes looked at her calmly, as if looking at a stranger.

"Grandmother, it's me." Yirong Road.

But the old man just glanced at her, closed his eyes, and continued to recite the scriptures, as if he had not heard of them.

Yirong blinked cautiously, waiting for her grandmother's inquiry, but after a long time, the old man was still the same.

"Grandmother, Yirong ......" Yirong pursed her lips, wanting to say something, but she didn't say anything.

"I've seen it, you can go."

The old man finally spoke again, but it was like this, there was no emotion in it, but there was no deliberate indifference, just very calm, as if he was telling a fact, and he didn't even look at her.

Yirong was helpless, so she had to bow again, and before getting up, she finally said: "Father has been thinking about you." ”

The old man did not respond.

Yirong pursed her lips and withdrew from the meditation room.

Under the eaves of the porch outside, two little maids were holding the girl and kept asking this and that, and the girl rolled her eyes. Seeing that their wife came out so quickly, the two maids were surprised.

"Madame, why did you come out so quickly? How's the old lady? ”

Yirong shook her head and headed back the way she came.

The two little maids left the girl and followed closely after their master.

The girl watched the three of them walk away, and then went back to the meditation room and closed the door.

It's quiet again.

Yirong's expression was sad, and the two of them were silent when they saw this.

Out of Ci'an Temple, took a sedan chair, and returned to the Taishi's mansion.

At this time, it was nearly late, the days were cold and short, and Yirong had already been frozen and stiff.

When I returned to the other courtyard, I didn't see my husband.

Ying'er went to ask, and came back and said, "Madam, my uncle has just been summoned to the palace, and I heard that the one in the palace is going to condemn my aunt......"

"How so?"

Yirong was so shocked that she knocked over the tea cup, and the hot tea was splashed on her thighs, although there was a thick cotton coat to block it, she still felt the hot heat on her legs, and frowned unconsciously.

"Oops! Be careful, ma'am. Yan'er hurriedly helped Yirong to the bed, took off the clothes outside, and changed the hakama she was wearing inside.

The thigh was already red and swollen with a small patch, like a red birthmark.