When Meng Xiang walked into the Jizo Temple, he found that he was kneeling in front of the Jizo Bodhisattva that day, closing his eyes and meditating. He didn't speak, and knelt directly beside him that day.

"Here we are." When he opened his eyes that day and looked at Meng Xiang, he put down his hands and turned to sit on the futon.

"If you have anything to say, just say it, I'll listen." Meng Xiang knelt there, his hands folded.

That day, he smiled helplessly, and said a little sadly: "In the past, I didn't eat breakfast in the morning, and every time you came back from breakfast with Bo Xianyi, you would help me bring a copy, and persuaded me to eat breakfast for the sake of the next generation. ”

Hearing this, Meng Xiang opened his eyes, he glanced at that day with some surprise and asked, "You already have a son?" ”

"Isn't it incredible? In the past, in front of everyone, I was the most well-behaved one, when you were all in pairs, I was alone in the dormitory to write novels, rushed to hand over to the publishing house, for four whole years, my life was dedicated to the dormitory, dedicated to writing, love is almost equivalent to illiteracy. ”

"But the crazy men and women you write are so real." Meng Xiang said calmly.

"When a person can't get something, he will try his best to get it, and it is precisely because I can't get it in reality that I will try my best to imagine the beauty after it and the regret after losing it in my pen, but unfortunately, imagination is not realistic after all." There was sadness in the words of that day.

"When did you have a child? Why didn't you notify your classmates when you got married? Meng Xiang asked quietly.

"I didn't think to inform my classmates, and I didn't know who to notify, after thinking about it, the only thing I thought I could come would be you, but you definitely won't come, you must hate me so much, how can you attend my wedding." Said with a wry smile that day.

"You didn't notify, how would you know I wouldn't attend?" Meng Xiang put down his hand, turned around and sat on the futon, looked at the day and asked, "Who is she?" Are you happy? ”

That day, he sighed and said, "She is a very ordinary girl, we met at a bar, and once I drank a lot of alcohol and got drunk, and she helped me out of the bar and sent me back to where I lived." It was the day we graduated. ”

Tears actually appeared in his eyes that day, and he looked at Meng Xiang with a smile and said, "I know you hate me, but as a man, who can resist Bo Xiangyi's pleading?" ”

"Don't talk about it." Meng Xiang interrupted him.

"No, I have to say." That day, he said categorically: "What are you afraid of? Are you afraid that I will arouse your heartache? What about me? Who has considered my feelings? I admit that I like Bo Xianyi, but it was your woman, and I never thought about it, but after that drunkenness, I went crazy, and I actually wanted to take my brother's woman, and I actually wanted to take revenge for your punch in this way. So I a** the girl who sent me home. I know I'm shameless and dirty, but at that moment, I just want to be so presumptuous and release the resentment and garbage in my heart. ”

Meng Xiang looked at the day in front of him, and felt that he had changed, becoming a little scary, and a little pitiful, the sunny and shy boy in the past had disappeared, and the day in front of him was so vicissitudes.

"And then? You married her? Meng Xiang asked.

That day, he lowered his head and pondered for a while and said, "No, I didn't marry her." When she came to me with her stomach up, my father slapped me hard twice, while my mother was delighted. My father wanted me to marry the daughter of the president of the giant group, and I made a bar waiter's belly bigger. ”

"And who are you married?" Meng Xiang asked anxiously.

"What do you say? Of course, she is the daughter of the president of Jushi Group, her name is Pan Yang, she is very beautiful, but I don't like her, compared to the bar waiter who cares about me and understands me, I like that waiter a little more. And Pan Yang is like a princess, I am like a concubine, and my marriage with her is a chain of interests. My father tried his best to get Jushi Group to take a stake in our family's business, and finally chose to sacrifice my happiness to achieve the prosperity of the family. ”

"What happened to that pregnant girl?" Meng Xiang asked.

"Pan Yang's mother took her to a villa that no one knew about, secretly gave birth to the child, and then wanted to give her 1 million, so that she and the child would never see each other again, and the child would be taken care of by my mother and Pan Yang." That day she sadly recalled: "But she quietly left on the third day after giving birth, leaving only a piece of paper and asking for nothing. ”

"Paper? What is written on it? ”

"It reads: Remember that I loved you, treat our son well, and take good care of him for me." After saying it that day, he actually shed a line of tears.

Meng Xiang didn't know how to comfort him, so he just patted him lightly on the shoulder.

The two of them didn't speak for a long time, and after a moment of silence, Meng Xiang asked, "Can Pan Yang accept this child?" ”

"Maybe it's providence, Pan Yang was later found to have infertility, in fact, her parents knew about it a long time ago, so they agreed to my father's family business, and my father had nothing to say about this kind of thing, and this child happened to become a magic weapon to make up for this defect. When Pan Yang first found out about this, she was very angry at first, but when she saw the child, her anger disappeared, maybe it was the kind of child-rearing that women were born with. She treats the child very well, plus she can't have children herself, so she treats the child as if it were her own. ”

"What's the child's name?" Meng Xiang asked.

"That Yuchun is called Xiaoyu." That day with gratification, he said: "The name I gave him, it was raining lightly on the day he was born, and it was the seventh day of the seventh month of July, in order to let him not be stumped by these interests in the world in the future, not like me, he can have a pure love of his own, I gave him the name Yuchun." Do you think it's very contrived, like a literary youth? ”

"No, it's good, the child is also a little memory of yours." Meng Xiang comforted him twice, and in an instant his estrangement that day turned into sympathy: "Have you seen the child's mother later?" ”

There was silence for a long time that day, and he didn't answer Meng Xiang's question, but turned his head and asked, "What about you?" How have you spent all these years? Just talk about me, and you tell your story, so it's fair. ”

"Me?" Meng Xiang smiled helplessly and said: "I am unremarkable, since I separated from Bo Xianyi, I only have work, and I have nothing else except work to earn money over the years." ”

"You're very single-minded, and you're still so fond of Bo Xianyi," said that day, "in that case, why don't you go to her, maybe you can start over." ”

"Huh." Meng Xiang's smile was very bitter, he bit his lip and said: "It's not that no one wants to come into my life all these years, but every time the physical needs are released, the psychology is still extremely empty and lonely. I admit that I can't forget Bo Xiangyi, but feelings need fate, if two people really have fate, we will see each other again in this life, if the fate is exhausted, why bother? ”

"Feelings are not just waiting, waiting for the rabbit can't solve the problem, if you really can't forget her, you should find her, ask her face to face the reason for leaving, maybe she also has her own difficulties?"

Meng Xiang looked at the excitement and didn't answer that day, and the two of them fell into silence again, the topic of women always made them speechless and didn't know where to go.

"What about your father and mother?" That day, he first asked, "Didn't you say that you never saw them again after you entered the monastery at the age of three?" You didn't want to talk about this in college before, but don't you want to talk about it today? ”

Meng Xiang glanced at that day, stood up and knelt down in front of the Jizo Bodhisattva again, he looked up at the ** loving Bodhisattva statue and said slowly: "I see my mother now, but my father has not seen me yet. ”

"Met your mother? Where is she? ”

"Her ashes are in the Jizo Temple." Meng Xiang said calmly, but the corners of his eyes were still red.

"What? She died? When? Didn't you say she was still alive? Asked in surprise that day.

"When I was three years old, she died, and when my father brought me here, he also brought my mother's ashes here and hid them in the Jizo Temple, where no one knows where they were. The reason why I always believe that my mother is still alive is just a delusion and an expectation that I have given myself. ”

"What did the Master of the Hollow tell you? Didn't you tell where your father went? Asked with concern that day.

At this time, the wooden box in Meng Xiang's pocket trembled again, he who wanted to tell all the stories he had heard that day, suddenly terminated this idea because of the trembling of the wooden box, he was afraid that he would find his weirdness and the mystery of life that day, and he was afraid that he would be regarded as an alien and a monster that day, so he gave up the idea of stating these things.

When he had no idea of divulging, the wooden box stopped shaking.

He stood up, put his hands in his pockets, looked at the day and said seriously, "My father didn't tell Master Hollow where he went, but only asked Master Tell me that my mother's ashes were hidden in the Jizo Temple. ”

He also stood up that day, patted Meng Xiang on the shoulder and said, "Don't be too sad, we may see each other in the future." ”

"I don't have any hope for him now, but my mother's ashes, I will find them, go and bury her, let her rest in peace." After Meng Xiang finished speaking, he looked up at the Buddha statue of Jizo Bodhisattva.

"I'll find it, if you need me to do anything later, just ask." Said seriously that day.

"Hmm." Meng Xiang said: "When I go back, can I go and see Xiaoyu?" ”

Nodding with a smile that day, he said a little excitedly: "Of course, if you want, you can still recognize him as your godson, I haven't forgotten our agreement in college." ”

"That's better, I haven't forgotten it." Meng Xiang smiled comfortably, the knot between the two people for many years may have been dissolved in this laughter.

"Let's go, let's talk slowly later, and we will start work tomorrow." Said that day.

"Hmm." Meng responded, and the two of them were about to leave together, when suddenly Meng Xiang's ears tingled, and then he faintly heard someone talking.