A few days later, Ding Wen finally bought a car.

The car is a BMW.

"Her boyfriend is really rich," Ye Qian said while driving, "and he actually bought her an imported BMW!" ”

"Don't envy her," I said solemnly, "I'll work hard for you!" It won't be long before I buy you two luxury villas facing the sea, which one you want to live in; and bought a lot of gold and silver jewelry, those who wanted to wear gold, those who wanted to wear silver, those who wanted silver; I also bought two more out-of-print imported luxury cars, you can drive whichever one you want......"

"Fool!" Ye Qianjiao said angrily, "You have to know that robbing a bank is a prison sentence!" ”

"Look," I said to Ye Qian, "we passed through Dongzhimen today and passed by Tongjiao Temple!" ”

"Really," Ye Qian said happily after looking at the side of the road, "let's go into the needlework alley!" ”

"Okay!" I smiled and said, "The history of Tongjiao Temple can be traced back to the Ming Dynasty, the earliest was founded by a eunuch in the Ming Dynasty, and the Qing Dynasty Ming Dynasty was rebuilt into a nun temple and renamed Tongjiao Zen Forest. ”

"Don't hold my hand here," Ye Qian said softly after breaking my hand away, "I have a soft spot for the nun temple, I want to feel it!" ”

"Then let's go our separate ways!" I said, "Meet at the door!" ”

"Okay!" Ye Qian smiled.

Tongjiao Temple is located in the nun temple of Dongzhimen Nei Needlework Hutong in Beijing, and its history dates back to the Ming Dynasty.

After Ye Qian and I entered the mountain gate, we began to wander separately.

Tongjiao Temple, three mountain gates, sit west and face east. The main building of the temple, the Daxiong Treasure Hall, sits in the west and faces east, faces five rooms, the green glazed tile roof, and the large hard mountain is hooked and topped with three volumes. In front of the palace is three intermittent mountain rolls shed hugging the building, the roof ridge with the kissing beast, the positive beast and the small beast, the indoor wellhead ceiling, decorated with the rotor color painting, the ground is terrazzo brick floor. There are seven rooms in the north and south halls, the ash tube tile is over the ridge, the inside is the white ash roof, the brick floor.

Opposite the mountain gate of Tongjiao Temple is a park full of pines and cypresses, strange flowers and plants, which makes the environment of the temple more quiet.

At this time, it suddenly began to drizzle in the sky.

The rain is slanting.

I couldn't help but walk in the sloping rain, and my mind was budding.

I started wandering around the temple.

In a clearing at the back of the monastery, I saw a young nun planting something in the ground.

"What are you planting now?" I asked the little nun curiously.

"Bitter melon!" The little nun raised her head as she spoke, and her delicate face appeared in front of me at once.

"Do you like bitter melon?" I asked, puzzled.

"I don't like it!" The little nun said.

"I don't like to eat it, so why do you plant it?" I wondered even more.

"Eat!" The little nun said with a smile.

"And when did you get here?" I asked with interest.

"It's been years!" The little nun said seriously, "I have lived in a nunnery since I was a child, lost my hair at the age of 12, and then received full ordination, and finally came here, farming during the day and sitting in meditation at night. ”

"Then do you feel that cultivation is bitter?" I asked the little nun curiously.

"Of course it's bitter," said the little nun, "when I was very young, I started every day from the fifth watch, dusting, adding oil, sweeping the floor, and doing my homework...... One meal and one bowl during the day, one bed and one bunk at night; Now every day, I also start from the fifth watch, dusting, adding oil, sweeping the floor, and doing homework...... The same is a meal and a bowl during the day, a bed and a bunk at night, and living the same hard life. ”

"Why is there so much suffering in this world?" I muttered quietly.

"Comfortable is not an adult, adult is not comfortable. It is difficult to be a master if you are not suffering in the midst of suffering. The little nun smiled and said, "Actually, everyone in this world suffers, even the emperor. ”

"Does the Emperor suffer too?" I asked, puzzled.

"Of course I bear it," said the little nun calmly, "the emperor cares so much in a day, do you think he is bitter?" ”

"It's a little bitter," I smiled, "so I don't want to be emperor!" ”

"Hey!" The little nun sighed softly, "Everyone suffers, and everywhere suffers. ”

"It's all suffering, so why do you still practice?" I asked the little nun puzzled.

"If you don't eat bitterness, how can you know sweetness?" The little nun said and smiled, revealing her white teeth.

If you don't eat bitterness, how do you know sweetness?

I felt that the words of the little nun were like a bitter gourd seed.

Little by little, I felt my heart being soaked and wet with her words.

I seemed to see a small and tender bitter gourd seedling emerging from the moist soil, slowly growing, flowering, and bearing fruit......

"Suffering is a kind of hope, a kind of happiness, and of course a kind of happiness!" The little nun looked at me and said, "No more bitterness, no sweetness!" Only after suffering can you taste the sweet taste, and the bitterness is sweet! ”

"Thank you for making me understand bitterness," I said to the little nun expectantly, "and when your bitter gourd grows, I will taste it too!" ”

"I'm waiting for you!" The little nun said with the same expectation.

The wind was still blowing gently.

The rain was still drifting.

The little nun picked up the hoe in her hand and walked farther and farther in the light wind and drizzle, and her back made me feel a kind of respect.

"What are you doing?" Ye Qian's voice suddenly interrupted my thoughts, "Why did you run behind Nishe?" ”

"I feel like I'm having a dream!" I said to Ye Qian.

"What dream?" Ye Qian asked in wonder as she dragged me out.

"A little nun," I said in a trance, "planting bitter gourd in the drizzle, she has spoken so much to me......

"You're daydreaming!" Ye Qian muttered, "It seems that you have to hold hands everywhere, otherwise it will be easy to get lost, look where you ran away just now!" ”

"Did you see a little nun just now?" I asked Ye Qian in confusion.

"Where is the little nun?" Ye Qian said with certainty, "You are alone here, in a daze in front of Nishe!" ”

"I really saw it," I said to Ye Qian seriously, "she said to me, there is no bitterness, there is no sweetness!" Only by enduring hardship, can you be willing to endure hardship! ”

"I told you that," Ye Qianjiao said with a look of disgust, "Suffering is still a kind of hope!" Let's go now! ”

I came out of the Tongjiao Temple in a trance.

Everything is like a dream.

"I've always wanted to write a book," Ye Qian said as she walked, "and in my heart, there has always been such a story: a little nun who grew up in a deep mountain nunnery, she has a magical whisk that can solve all problems." She escaped from the mountains and came to the rolling red dust, skillfully solved the problems between many lovers with her whisk, and used the wisdom of Buddha and Zen to enlighten and encourage the people in the rolling red dust......"

"That's a good story!" I smiled, "The title of the book should be "The Amorous Whisk"!" ”

"How do you know?" Ye Qian asked curiously.

"The song of the wooden fish, the amorous whisk," I said with a laugh, "Brother and sister!" ”

"You can't plagiarize my idea," Ye Qian said pretending to be angry, "you can't be the first to write it!" ”

"I used to want to write," I said seriously, "and after I finished writing The Song of the Wooden Fish, I was going to start writing The Amorous Whisk, but after only writing a little, I couldn't write it anymore!" ”

"I can write it down," Ye Qian thought about it, "but I'm not sure about the market for this topic!" ”

"If it can be published!" I said with a smile.

"I will definitely be able to publish it after I finish writing," Ye Qian said with great certainty, "but the sales are not expected to be optimistic, because the readership of this kind of book is very small!" ”

"Have you ever written a book about the market before?" I asked Ye Qian seriously.

"No," Ye Qian smiled, "I used to write it out of interest, and I wrote what I wanted to write, but I didn't even think about whether it could be published!" ”

"But it changed when I came to Beijing," I said with a smile, "and it's normal!" In the past, we used to write as amateurs, but now we specialize in making books, and we have to consider economic benefits first! ”

"Yes," Ye Qian said affirmatively, "It also took more than half a year to write a book, why not write a book that can earn more money?" ”

"That's what I thought too," I said seriously as I looked at Ye Qian's bright eyes, "That's why I started making car books!" ”

Ye Qian was silent.

She took my hand and tilted her face up.

I gently grabbed Ye Qian's shoulder and kissed her lightly on the cheek.