The darkness of the night, carrying the cool breeze, passed through the doorway, blew through the rattling leaves outside the courtyard, and the soft whispering was weak and distant, she was half-asleep, like a green rice field in front of her, beside which the murmuring river flowed, bending and stretching ahead, exuding the fragrance of wild flowers and earth. Suddenly, under the dusk of the night, the insects made a slight cry, the stars and sapphires dotted the sparse sky, the ghostly eyes flickered, and the two figures were spending the moon in front of the moon, you chased me to catch .........

"Wind, little, wind, little ........" As long as Sun Meng closed her eyes, she could always hear someone calling her, and two different voices were left and right in her ears.

Bai Mo chased her, or Wei Ruoxiao stopped her, the picture is happy, pleasant, anxious, and panicked.

But when I woke up from a dream, everything was empty in front of me.

The first rays of sunlight in the morning came through, and she couldn't sleep at night.

She stood in front of the window, looked at Aunt Tian and Fat Dun, who were still familiar, quietly opened the wooden door, got up and walked out of the door, and gently stroked the wind chimes, just like stroking Wei Ruoxiao's face, a smile appeared on her face, and she suddenly brightened in front of him.

Standing in the sun, the sun poured down, sparkling on the lake in front of her, as if he was ushering in front of her, she blinked, telling herself to forget, the cave where the past was buried, the lonely tide was like a piece of ocean, if it floated in it, lost its direction, it could only make a heart not get a moment of peace.

She always thinks that those memories in the lost time and the past will be used to it, no matter how far away, no matter where it is, the end or the beginning, in front of life, you have to go on.

What's more, she still has a mother to be filial and a child to raise. And she can no longer hear his voice and see his figure. When fate has wind and frost, the living always have to let the strong break out of the cocoon, and say goodbye to the phantom in front of all the lonely backs.

The temple is still the same temple, but it is empty, there is no temple with the sound of wooden fish, and there is no vitality left, and there is a refreshing coldness everywhere.

Missing, gently twisting the time like the wind, helplessly mashing messy thoughts, her eyes were full of loneliness, looking at the temple that was once full of life and now full of decay and depression, she was sad.

"Squeak" pushed the door in, and no one inside came out to greet her, and no one called her "little" crisply and loudly.

She was a little sad and lost.

Where did he go? Can you still feel that she came to see him? She hated him before, and now she misses him.

Mu Yu came into view in front of her, in front of her, he was vaguely in the past, wearing a white robe, sitting next to him with full attention, his eyes were stable, without a trace of distractions.

I couldn't help but get closer, twisted the mallet, and knocked on the wooden fish, suddenly, there was a soul-like voice in her ears, she had never listened carefully before, at the moment, in this quiet mountain, the sound of the wooden fish mallet was particularly loud, and her heart was completely quiet, without distractions, as if all the troubles in the world had disappeared.

She blinked, pursed her lips, and sniffed again, and the crystal clear tears shook off, dripping into the body of the wooden fish, and then sliding to the ground.

She knew that he was gone, he was long gone, and what was in front of her was just the same as before, and it was just a phantom reappearance.

She also knows that some people meet like meteors, always bursting with the spark of fate in an instant, but how many short encounters are destined to be in a hurry.

She thought that time would slowly precipitate, and some people would slowly blur in the bottom of their hearts, just like Bai Mo, she couldn't remember the past life in his mouth, so there would be no entanglement in this life, just like the meteor, passing by, just a quick glance of the origin and extinction, such a person will slowly dissipate in his heart, but how do he know that the person who protrudes at an inexplicable moment in his heart is always going back and forth in his heart.

Her hands slowly stroked towards the wooden fish, and the scene in front of her crossed the scene where he had turned into green smoke and fell into the wooden fish, and her heart still trembled with tears on her face: "Tell me, if you are inside?" Can you still get out? Bai Mo, I've come to see you, I know that you have a thousand years of practice, and you can't do it if you die, so why do you wronged yourself and imprisoned yourself. Silently brushed away the dust on the wooden fish, wiping it back and forth.

The rights and wrongs of life, the origin and extinction, more or less, big or small, leave scars on the soul, there is no feeling in this world that does not hurt people, in life, those intricate emotions, there are always people you keep thinking about, just like she did to Wei Ruoxiao. Or, the person who thinks about you, like white ink.

Life is endless, it seems to be a long and wandering journey, the people you meet, the unforgettable things, all burn emotions, quietly come and go, in reincarnation, there will never be a day of curtain call.

Her head flashed suddenly, and she passed through several lifetimes of suffering, and she kept making decisions in reincarnation, drinking the bowl of soup handed over by Meng Po. Only then did she know that in such a suffering previous life, she had melted away the pain, and all her memories of Bai Mo.

This temple, which only has a Buddha statue of Guanyin, is simply furnished, more like an ordinary room, but what she doesn't understand is why Bai Mo always calls this temple?

Maybe he, like her, chose to forget, but he had no choice in the immortal body of life, only longing for the salvation of the Buddha and Bodhisattva, to let go of his heart that had nowhere to place.

Walking further in, it was Bai Mo's bedroom, she couldn't help but walk inside, but tears broke down in an instant.

The boxy room is full of her portraits, hanging in every corner of the room, and in those portraits with different expressions, they are happy or sad, quiet or noisy, like the ups and downs of life.

The memories are scattered, as if locked, sprinkled with bits and pieces outside the lock, and the inside of the lock is the complete memory. She scratched her heart very suddenly, and slashed her body like a knife in her heart, as if she wanted to slash the tumor-like lock cylinder, to open the hut full of memories, those rusty annoyances that lingered in her body, in the cracks she tried to tear open the memories, mixed with blood, even if it was stirred, it would be cramping.

His eyes suddenly hurt, and he forced out the teardrops that could fall out of his eyes at any time, unscrupulously.

She tried hard to find the entrance to her memories, afraid that luck was beside her, but she missed it by accident.

Finally, when the flame-like eyes emitted blue light, the vividness of each painting was vivid, and the expression of the painting became a vivid image, which was displayed in front of her.