I slept for a long time. Until the next day. The sun rose intensely.

I looked up in the direction of the South Bank Temple. There. It's about to be my destination.

I also went to South Bank Temple a long time ago. I heard that Xiao Song is in a ruined temple a few hundred miles south of Nan'an Temple. I stopped by the South Bank Temple. I hope she is safe.

At that time she caught herself a cold. It made me lose all my guard. But she knocked me unconscious. A man fled in the middle of the night.

Her reasoning was: Don't want to burden me.

But she didn't know. She left here alone. That's my real burden.

She's a girl. Wandering. No matter how good your skills are, no matter how strong your ability is. And how worrying.

It is said that there is news of her. So I went to that little ruined temple south of Nanganji Temple. Xiao Song didn't see it. I saw only a mute.

I asked him. Have you ever seen this girl? I took out a scroll with Xiao Song on it and showed it to him.

He glanced at me. Nodding his head again and again. But it knocked me out when I was so excited that I lost my guard.

He seeks riches, but he does not take his life. Stripped me of my coat. Took my jade pendant.

Later, Cheng Qing came to see it. Get me up. Cheng Qing saw that he was ordered by his father not to follow me anymore. When my father knew that I was in love with Xiao Song, he cut off all my horses. Later, my whereabouts became known to my father. He immediately sent Cheng Qingjian to help me.

And I can't go back right away.

At that time. I have earth-shattering news. That is Meng Hui captured Tang Shi, the emperor of Nayang.

I want to know. Why did he arrest him. I suspect it all has something to do with Xiao Song. I went down the vine to him. only to find out that Xiao Song was really with him. And she had no idea about Tang Shi's arrest.

So I arrested the subordinate of Tang Shi named Xiao Wu. I want to know something.

But at that time, Xiao Song took the initiative to find it. She saw me. I saw my weak body when I became ill. There was obvious guilt and pity in his eyes.

That's when I thought. That's enough. Finally, there are still people. Really cares about me.

Yes. That's enough. I washed my face and rinsed my mouth. I traced the direction of the South Bank Temple in my heart.

Before the abbot gave me a shaving. Ask me a question: "The past." Did you really put it down. ”

That moment. Suddenly, a lot of good things came to mind. I may have forced myself to think about it again. Just because it wasn't long after. I don't have the right to think about it anymore.

I thought of her gentle and generous appearance when she wore palace clothes.

The lilac silk is as smooth as water. The tulle is more like the mist that lingers on the lake in the early morning. Seemingly nothing. Ethereal. The hair is tied into a Lingyun bun. Fly a pearl diagonally. Gorgeous and abundant. Swaying. Dai Mei is like the moon in the distant mountains. The bright eyes seem to hide the autumn water with clear waves. Look forward to it. It's all a view. Lips tapped. The teeth are warm. Light crimson deep white. but he is bright.

I thought of what she looked like when she was quiet and gentle.

She wore a lake-green smoke skirt. The outer cage is a light white gauze coat. Look far away. It is like a smoke willow standing idly by the water in March spring.

Her appearance when she was plain and shallow.

She walked slowly. Between the buns of green silk is a simple white hosta. The goose-yellow early spring dress on her body is as tender as a budding new willow. The tassel around her waist swayed from side to side as she walked. In the morning light, there are waves of water that do not stop.

And her. A seductive look.

Micro grease powder. The slender eyebrows are slightly outlined by a light shade. A watery rouge light stroke at the corners of the eyes. Warped and charming. The bright eyes of autumn water are shining.

The way she wept.

The mist looms at the bottom of the eyes. It's like after a drizzle. The roofs of the houses are rising. Thin cooking smoke.

The smoke is extremely warm in my eyes. The smoke is cool. Warm your stomach.

The way she looks when she smiles.

She held his piano and played it wildly. He turned his head and smiled at him self-righteously: "You think you're the only one who can play." It's pediatric to me. ”

For her liking. I don't know when it started. I don't want to dig into it.

Frozen in my mind. It's such a picture. I carried her on my back and walked in the city of Xichuan. She told me. Her greatest wish right now. It's about walking many, many places. Look at the shape of the ** person. And then in a small town. and settled down with him.

Long. I let out a breath. Said firmly: "Master." Please help me shave. From now on. I will devote my heart to the Buddha. ”

My hair was shaved inch by inch.

Some people are suitable for deep burial in memory. Occasionally missed. Obviously far away in the sky. But there is the clearest attachment.

Although can not be remembered again. But in the heart. It is indescribable clear and warm.

She'll never know I'm not dead. I pretended to die in front of her. The wizard of the road burned. It's another person's ashes.

I don't want to die. I want to live. But at the cost. I will slowly lose my memory. Forget all about her.

How could I bear it.

She was with me. And I don't remember all of her. Every day is a stranger to me. And she's in my eyes. is a strange ordinary woman.

It's not the most painful. Ignorant people are rarely sad. Really painful. It should be a sober person, right.

She faced me who didn't know her. How to deal with yourself. She watched me change day by day. Become sluggish. It becomes hollow. Increasingly, she and I don't have a common language. Inability to communicate. There is not even a common memory. I panic when I think about it.

I know she won't complain. But she will not be happy. She's such a smart girl. Guarding me as an empty shell. I can't even think about her feelings. will feel depressed.

So I chose to become a monk. Such. Loss of memory. On the contrary, it is a matter of good fortune.

I said to the abbot, "Please give me the Dharma name 'Nian Zhou'." How is it. ”

The abbot smiled: "You are still not dead. ”

"A true monk. Not calm and careless. Rather, it looks at all things with a moment of compassion and love. I have something in mind. But this love is pure. The abbot said. Why not. "In the Buddha Hall. I'm already speaking with a bit of Zen.

I spent the rest of my life praying for her in front of the Buddha. Even if we never see each other. Even if I never remember her again. I still don't have any regrets.

I knew she would remember me. That's enough.

The days went by day by day. Reciting sutras every day. Knocking on the wooden fish. The past. After all, it gradually faded away.

And so a year has passed.

I walked through the pond of the South Bank Temple with the scriptures. Prepare to walk to the chanting hall.

The South Bank Monastery planted a pond of lotus. It was early summer. There are many shy buds hidden among the lotus leaves. Just unfold one or two petals. Stick your little head out and look at the world. A breeze blows. He hurriedly buried his head among the lotus leaves. It's like a girl in the boudoir. It's not enough to be shy.