I, Aunt Zhang, and Zhang Ruolei were stunned on the spot for a moment, what? We haven't officially mentioned it to her yet, how can she figure out what the situation is right now with her current mental state and IQ? But what she said was too clear, there was nothing wrong with the thinking and logic, and we looked at each other.

Aunt Zhang was so shocked that her mouth could fit a hard-boiled egg, and she was about to start crying again, and I saw her burst into tears. This time she didn't wipe it with a tissue, and tears ran hot down her cloudy eyes, burning her skin.

"Wakalei."

She was pleasantly surprised, and her ass moved forward and she sat upright.

"Wakalei."

She exclaimed again. The voice was eagerly pouring down his throat.

"Wakalei."

Her voice was raised a little higher.

"Did you hear that?"

She moved her ass again, as if each movement would make her voice deafening.

Zhang Ruolei looked at his mother, and then at Aunt Zhang. These two elderly women, who are nearly 20 years apart in age, how many years have they lived in isolation in this so-called paradise away from the hustle and bustle!

Every day is relative, and every day Aunt Zhang hopes that she can get better, healthier, and normal. I suddenly sympathized with Aunt Zhang, I don't know if she is for money or what, love? Righteousness? What did the older generation go through? What kind of friends have you had with life and death?

I was suddenly interested in Aunt Zhang's identity again, and of course I felt ridiculous for myself almost instantly, so that every day and day later, just praying for an early departure and being able to live a normal worldly life might be enough to make Aunt Zhang fall in love with the old lady.

"Maybe,"

Aunt Zhang's tears couldn't be stopped, I took out a tissue from the table and handed it to her, she looked at me gratefully, and grabbed my hand by the way.

She said, "Heartily, I can hear it."

"Maybe you'll be all right if you come. After a year or two, fill in the smaller one. ”

She glanced at my belly, and she didn't know that Zhang Ruolei and I almost made a small one.

"It's even better. Chongxi, have you heard of it? Maybe that's what Oki is. Really, nothing is certain, everything is possible. ”

I watched her laugh and watched her speak incoherently. I thought to myself, if we really have a little Zhang Ruolei with Zhang Ruolei in the future, we must find Aunt Zhang to help us take care of it.

Zhang Ruolei also has great hopes for Aunt Zhang's speculation. After dinner that day, he sat for a long time on the bedside stool, which was luxurious and beautiful. When we don't come, it stays there alone, shining gracefully in the light, giving rise to a desire to conquer.

Noble things have always been like this, owning it or it itself may not be anything, but after having it, it can make people envious, and then possession becomes meaningful and valuable.

People need admiring gazes. Men need it, and women need it. So in marriage, looking up to a man can make a woman's presence cute. And in love, being looked up to is usually a crucial reason for a woman to accept a man.

As for a man's pursuit in love

A woman is born out of possession and hunting instincts.

Middle-aged women are good at this, and they will gradually peel off a little truth about the world or love in the present and past. Sometimes the truth comes a little late, and life may have made them suffer enough before they arrived.

But who cares?

Most importantly, does it make sense to care?

I didn't want to disturb him, so I went to the garden alone, and the spacious courtyard was surrounded by a tall and solid wall, guarded by several fierce and unusual German black shells of excellent pedigree.

There is also a Tibetan mastiff, which is said to come from the site of the sacred Potala Palace, where the people drink the snow water melted from the snow-capped mountains, which is the closest place to heaven, where the people live in their hearts with pure white lotus, their faces are dark, their teeth are burnt, and their nails are dirty, but they have the cleanest and purest hearts in the world.

And the Tibetan mastiff is a mythical beast coming down from the snow-capped mountains. It is said that it only recognizes one master in its life, and is not an arrogant creature, but it is enough to kill anyone who provokes it and its owner with a single move.

Once, when I confronted the snow-capped beast for a long time, it roared and brought the iron chain around its neck, which frightened me into retreating again and again, and finally fell to the ground.

But those creatures liked Zhang Ruolei very much, and I only then learned that these dogs were actually raised by him since he was a child, and even sent a few to the end.

They grow old, dying, and finally leave quietly and with infinite affection for their masters.

I asked him, did you cry when they left?

Crying.

He replied.

Ask me, have you ever heard a sentence?

What the?

The more time you spend with animals, the more you will like them and dislike people.

He paused, his fingers crossed against his chin.

"Sometimes a dog is not a dog, and sometimes a person is not a person."

The moonlight of that day is not like today, there is no moon today, and there is no moonlight. That day, the moonlight was like a god, and it generously sowed the light that she had stolen from the sun.

The two of us sat in the garden, the shadows of the trees, and the dappled moonlight sprinkled in the middle of the shadows, and everything was beautiful. It was a desperate situation in the world, the situation at that time, the scene at that time, vividly, I don't know if I can get it again in this life.

I was in a trance, and suddenly remembered that one year Huaiping was still young, and he also wanted to have such a pet, but I didn't agree. I said wait, wait for two years for us to buy a house, wait for mom to earn a little more, wait for you to be a little older.

Does he still need a pet dog now? Or large dogs? You can raise whatever you want.

My sigh melted silently in the cold silver-white moonlight, he took my hand, his hand was a little warm, I stayed outside for a long time, unconsciously, soaked by the night, my hands and feet were dyed cold by the night.

"What do you think?"

A cold glow spread across his face.

“nothing.”

I spoke a word of English.

He smiled and took me into his arms.

Today, right now, here and now, I look up, he's up, he's inside, I don't know what's going on in his head, I've been feeling a lot lately

I had a hard time with him, and I tried to understand him, but I didn't know if I would be able to find a way to understand him.

The earth is silent, at my feet. It endures thousands of people trampling, tilling, and demanding on its body every day, and it never groans, but roars at best. Sometimes it's an earthquake, sometimes it's a volcanic eruption, sometimes it's a flash flood.

Some people are like this, like the earth, like ninjas, like ---- Tibetan mastiffs.

Usually he looks calm, but one day when he suddenly reveals his true colors, you will suspect that you have never known him.

I think I'm a little bit farther away.

I don't know when Aunt Zhang came to me and stood side by side with me. Aunt Zhang made my heart warm and trusting. She spread out her hand, and I saw her holding the food in her hand. I immediately laughed excitedly, like a child, and broke a little bit and threw it at the German blackshells, who had had a good conversation with me and bought my account.

We flattered each other, and I knew they didn't lack my little bit of good. But they give me face, and sometimes they lift the moist nose and smell it, and then they pick it up without embarrassment, and after a while, they spit it out again. Sometimes I eat it, and the way I take two bites of it really gives me enough face.

But the Tibetan mastiff from the snowy region is not so easy to get along with, and it usually doesn't look at me directly.

Fortunately, Ben didn't bother to please it.

The wind here is not blocked, gently shaking the treetops, and the branches and leaves collide and intertwine, making a wonderful natural sound. It's rare to be pure, sometimes I really want to stay here all the time, but people are this weird: what you don't have often wants to have, and you don't cherish what you have.

Huaihai is like this, or rather, Huaihai is just like this to me. He was not so heartless to Xiao Han.

Men or women with many wolf hearts will have their own weaknesses, and those pretending to be fierce characters who will not be ruthless in the first place may not be so lucky. Anything and anyone will let them fight with themselves in their hearts, and they will fight inextricably.

I am.

Zhang Ruolei is too.

It's not our soft threat, it's really our lifeline.

The wind was a little cool, the leaves were clapping warmly on the branches, I shivered, and Aunt Zhang put a hand on my shoulder.

"Don't think about it so much."

She didn't have a head or a brain. I was stunned, and my heart was overwhelmed. I can always let people see through it at a glance, and lo and behold, there is another life.

"I think he loves you."

I smiled at her, she was a beauty in the moonlight. , good-looking, a bit like my mother when she was young, this night, this quiet and this dark, this light and shadow are demagogic, I stepped forward to hug her, "horn" kissed her under the cheek.

She didn't push me away, but smiled and accepted. We smiled at each other, like a real mother and daughter. I didn't know at the time that such a terrible thing would happen to her in the future.

The big hand of fate, he turned his hands into clouds and covered his hands into rain. We can only face, accept and bow our heads, and the slightest resistance to it will give us color.

Shortly after that, I went to the monastery once. I haven't had it in a long time

Been here. Although it is located in the heart of the heart of the city, it is in the middle of the city. But once inside, you will feel its tranquility and uniqueness. I like to go inside sometimes.

The temple is usually very quiet, the dark red ancient buildings emit the glow of the years, small square bricks pave the road, no monk will appear in a leisure posture in the first road, every road in the temple is lonely, even if there are occasional pilgrims, they do not dare to make a loud noise, I guess they should all be like me, the heart has nowhere to go, so with a sense of awe occasionally come here, even if you can't ask for protection, it is good for the soul to be stable for the time being.

On that day, there was a master in the lecture hall on the second floor of the temple giving a lecture on the scriptures. It is said that people's hearts are like crazy elephants, and they are like apes unlocked, so that people can't catch it and have nothing to do with it.

The Venerable Master said that every human being has a kind of being, that every human being is a future Buddha, and that every Buddha is a person of the past. We will all be finally liberated, it's just a matter of priority. The first person to be liberated must have passed the layers of tests, just like Tang Xuanzang went to the west to learn scriptures. And the current path of each of us is not in the west, but only in ourselves. Some people have wisdom roots, organic fate, and roots, in short, they have all kinds of conditions, and they can find a way out from themselves at once, while some people are destined to die in themselves, in their own hearts like crazy elephants and apes.

Ten thousand laws are idealistic.

The heart makes heaven.

The heart also makes hell.

(End of chapter)