Time is passing day by day.

I have been in contact with Jiajia more and more, and I have learned more and more about her story.

After falling in love with Ye Qian and coming to Beijing, I have become accustomed to keeping a long-term view of all the emotions that seem to be in love. I've always wondered why I made waves in my heart after I met Jiajia. I always think about her inexplicably, not because I don't think anything wrong with her, but because I think that the young and beautiful Jiajia doesn't seem to live this life, even if she can't let go of this carefree lifestyle. I was wondering if there was a more sincere way for Jiajia to see the beauty of the essence of life, so that she would be willing to choose another life, and such cranky thoughts would inevitably affect my code speed.

I'm getting slower and slower to code.

Jiajia's story was a mess in my mind, and I knew that I couldn't enter the emotional world of a fancy second wife at all, even if I was so sincerely eager to enter. Many times, I will tell Jiajia the stories that have appeared in my life that move me, my own or others', what I have heard or seen, and I whimsically think that these true, kind and beautiful stories will move Jiajia's heart, and her heart will one day be able to reflect and examine her own life and emotions.

When I wrote Jiajia's story to 170,000 words, it was one day in May 2005.

The wind and sand in Beijing began to blow violently.

"170,000 words," I asked Jiajia on the phone, "can you see if it can be ended?" ”

"You come over today," Jiajia smiled, "I'm looking for you!" ”

I smiled.

I went downstairs and went looking for Jiajia in the oncoming wind and sand.

The wind and sand blowing all the way made me feel a little confused and helpless about the big and unfamiliar city of Beijing.

As I passed by the Dragon City Hotel, I suddenly saw Jia Jia sitting with a man in his forties through the wide and bright floor-to-ceiling glass.

Could this be the legendary big money that supports Jiajia?

I stood in front of the shop window, thinking with mixed feelings about this question that was not a problem.

After a while, I saw Jiajia stand up, get out of the hotel with the man, and get into a Mercedes Benz parked outside.

Loneliness and disappointment poured out.

I turned around and went back to my rental house.

I lit a cigarette, opened a bottle of beer, and looked at the jumble of words on my computer, wondering if I should continue to write Jiajia's story. The story Jia Jia told was not the story I wanted, even though I had already done 170,000 words of it. I thought about it, but I couldn't find a reason to continue writing her story, let alone not to write her story.

Just when I was entangled endlessly with beer and cigarettes, I unexpectedly received a call from Ye Qian.

"Do you want to go to Cheng'en Temple to have a look?" Ye Qian asked.

"Is it Jingshan?" I asked.

"Yes!" Ye Qian said.

"The one that's not open," I said, "how can I visit?" ”

"If you want to see it, come quickly," Ye Qian explained, "A friend of mine has a relationship and makes an appointment to visit." If you want to come, I'll take you with you! ”

"That's great," I said happily, "I'll go!" ”

I said and hurriedly walked downstairs.

Cheng'en Temple is located in Shijingshan District, backed by Cuiwei Mountain, south of Zhao Mountain, east of Jinding Mountain, west of Hongguang Mountain.

I took a taxi to the gate of Cheng'en Temple.

Ye Qian has been waiting for a long time.

Beside her, stood a strange man.

"Introduction," Ye Qian said to me happily, "This is a friend I just met, named Yang Wei!" ”

"Hello!" I pretended to hold out my hand, "I'm her friend too!" ”

Ye Qian smiled.

"I heard that the principle of three no's is maintained here!" I whispered to Ye Qian.

"Yes," the man named Yang Wei interjected, "After the Cheng'en Temple was built, the Ming and Qing dynasties maintained the 'three no' principle: no incense, no dojo, no temple, which has kept the temple shrouded in a veil of mystery. ”

I looked at Yang Wei's smiling face, then at his mouth that began to fan non-stop, and closed my mouth stupidly.

"Cheng'en Temple has five uniques," Yang Wei began to gush again, "one is a mural, one is a watchtower, one is a bell and drum tower, one is a herringbone cypress, and one is a horse stone." ”

Yang Wei's mouth is like a river, and there is a lot of nonsense.

I looked up curiously.

In the temple grounds, there are four stone watchtowers on all sides, which is extremely rare among temples in the country. The watchtower is three storeys high, and there are tunnels under it to connect everywhere. Each watchtower is square, and the side is more than ten meters long. There are stone windows on the wall, which are hewn into grates from a single piece of stone, and it is estimated that they serve as the eyes of arrows. The whole building of the temple is in the shape of "Hui", except for the big wall outside, from the Tianwang Hall to the Dharma Hall, all sides are surrounded by the hall houses, becoming the inner courtyard of the impregnable gold. At the southeast and southwest corners of the inner courtyard is the bell and drum tower, which is different from the bell and drum tower of the independent building of other temples.

"This flat land in the north of the Dharma Hall," Yang Wei began to explain again, "no flowers, no trees, it is said to be a training ground, which is also unique among Kyoto temples." ”

Ye Qian looked excited.

Yang Wei gushed.

I looked bored at the ancient trees in the temple.

"It seems that this temple is very unusual!" Ye Qian said with emotion.

"Yes," Yang Wei said mysteriously, "If you look at the pair of well-preserved dismounted stones in front of the gate of Cheng'en Temple, it shows that it is not an ordinary temple, and it has an extremely close relationship with the government." ”

"I've heard that the murals here are particularly precious!" Ye Qian said with a smile.

"Yes," Yang Wei still said, "Cheng'en Temple's Daxiong Treasure Hall, Tianwang Palace, Dharma Hall and other places are all painted with exquisite murals. Now except for the Heavenly King Palace, the rest do not exist. There are six murals in the Tianwang Palace, and the four murals on the east and west walls are each painted with a dragon; The two murals on the north wall depict the story of 'release' and 'release'. In the west, fish, shrimp, and crabs are released back to the river, and in the east, birds are released back to the sky, freeing the birds from their cages and allowing them to fly freely in the sky......"

Just then, my phone rang.

When I looked at the caller ID, it was Jiajia calling.

"What's the matter?" I hurriedly asked Jiajia.

"Why didn't you come to me?" Jiajia asked wondering on the phone.

"I'm going to Longcheng Garden," I said to Jiajia, "I'm here in Jingshan now, I'll be there soon, I'll call you when it's time!" ”

"Okay!" Jiajia smiled.

"I have to go," I said to Ye Qian seriously, "the beauty is still waiting for me in the Dragon City Garden!" ”

"Dragon City Garden?" Ye Qian asked curiously, "Is it the villa area opposite the Agricultural University?" ”

"Yes," I smiled slightly, "beauty, the villa, with the red wine, will be very ecstatic tonight!" ”

"Get out!" Ye Qian shouted angrily, "Hurry up and kill your soul!" ”

I glanced at Ye Qian, who was huffing and puffing, and then looked at the man named Yang Wei with a puzzled face, and turned to leave.

"Yang Wei, Yang Wei!" As I walked, I muttered, "That's a manly name!" ”

I regrouped and mustered up the courage to rush to the place where Jia Jia had agreed.

When I arrived, I was taken aback—

Jiajia was sitting with the old man, and there was a middle-aged woman next to her, who was smiling at me.

I was about to turn around and leave, but I heard Jiajia's voice calling out to me:

"Hey! Writer! ”

"I thought you were alone!" I said to Jiajia.

"Of course not," a rare smile appeared on Jiajia's face, "This is my parents, who have just returned from abroad, because I will go abroad with them in a few days." ”

"Didn't you say you didn't have a home?" I asked, puzzled.

"Lie to you!" Jiajia smiled, smiling like a silver bell.

"Then you won't write your story again?" I asked, pretending to be nonchalant.

"Don't write it," Jiajia said seriously, "Those stories are actually made up by me, thank you for chatting with me during this time!" ”

I smiled slightly in a complicated mood, and chatted with Jiajia briefly absentmindedly, and suddenly felt a little uncomfortable, and I sighed again for the manuscript that I was going to end without a problem.

For a writer, the failure of a manuscript is the greatest shame.

"I won't write your manuscript anymore," I said to Jiajia after thinking about it, "then I should really calm down and go back to writing the topic of cooperation with the cultural company, and continue to work with the manuscript that I don't like but can make my life no longer feel stormy." ”

"Write what you want to write!" Jia Jia smiled.

"Then I'll go to the editorial office inside," I said to Jiajia, "I haven't been there for a long time!" ”

"Wait!" Jiajia's father spoke at this point.

"Anything else?" I asked, puzzled.

"Give this to him!" Jiajia's father said and handed Jiajia a delicate handbag.

Jiajia smiled, took the handbag and handed it to me.

"My dad just prepared it for you," Jiajia said with a smile, "There is alcohol and cigarettes, and 30,000 yuan!" ”

"What's so embarrassing?" I politely declined.

"Take it!" Jiajia smiled and said, "Goodbye!" ”

"Goodbye!" I smiled at Jiajia, then smiled at her parents and turned to head for the newsroom.

"Wait a minute!" Jiajia's father spoke again.

"What's the matter?" I asked, confused.

"I've heard Jiajia say," Jiajia's father said seemingly nonchalantly, "you seem to have shown her a picture of a golden pistol?" ”

"Craft," I laughed, "to tease her!" ”

"You sit down," Jiajia's father said seriously, "Zhang Jinya photographed that golden pistol in Hong Kong, and it cost more than 500,000 yuan at that time, and I have seen that gun, which is exactly the same as in your photo!" ”

"I just have a picture of it," I said with trepidation, "I haven't seen it in real time!" ”

"Don't be afraid," said Jiajia's father with a smile, "because I am in the antique collecting business, and I am curious that this golden pistol with an ivory handle has surfaced again, and if you can give me useful clues, I will give you 100,000; If you can help me get it back, I'll give you 500,000! ”

"What if," I asked Jiajia's father with a blank face, "what if I can't provide useful clues and help you get them back?" ”

"It's not going to be good," Jiajia's father said seriously, "I'm just asking, go about your business!" ”

I took a serious look at Jiajia's father and turned around to go to the editorial office.

My mind is in a mess.

The editorial office was deserted, and the seats for more than 20 people were vacant.

"How's that love story going on?" I asked the boss.

"Now that the book market is sluggish," said the boss, "the original publishing plan can only be postponed, and then we will talk about it!" ”

I laughed.

What more can I say? Only turn away!

When I passed by Jiajia's residence, for the first time, I couldn't help but look at the familiar figure around the villa worth tens of millions and whether there was that familiar figure that once made my heart move.

I walked out of the Dragon City Garden with mixed feelings.

I wandered all the way to my temporary residence in Huilongguan Village.

I looked at the pigeons on the roof for a while, then went back to the house and turned on my computer.

When I was about to clean up my mailbox after cleaning up the extra things on my computer, I accidentally found an email that Jiajia had just sent me-

Dear Writers,

Forgive me for telling you stories that I made up just because I was bored. Since my parents divorced, I have been back in the country on my own, living in the villa that my father bought, just wanting to spend some time quietly in this place that no one knows and calm down. I didn't expect to meet you in this remote place, who are marginal and alternative, and I was deeply moved by your dedication to words, and also by your understanding of the stories I made up. Even though it's made up, you understand it, and I'm very moved. During this time of acquaintance, after learning a little about you, I really wanted to help you, so I had to make up the idea of asking you to write a book for me, and then give you the manuscript fee as a matter of course. Now, my parents have finally remarried, and I'm really happy! Thank you for accompanying me through such a gloomy time! You have told me so many love stories, which are really kind and beautiful, and I am very moved. I think that between men and women, in addition to love, there may be another kind of feeling, which can be calmly forgotten in the rivers and lakes, as light as water as a gentleman's friendship, and as scattered as a meeting in Pingshui, you can silently love and be loved, silently understand and trust, silently fill your heart with sincere blessings, wave your hand, let the clouds be light and clear, and let the flowers bloom.

Your "second wife": Jiajia

"My second wife, Jiajia?" I nervously said to the computer screen, "I thought it was love, but it's just a story!" ”

I suddenly felt irritable in my nerves.

I opened the bag Jia Jia had given me, took a Cuban cigar from the wooden box inside, opened the bottle of whiskey, and placed the three thick stacks of bills with seals in front of the computer. I feel that I have every reason to get drunk today, at least I should sincerely wish Jiajia not the legendary second wife, or be moved by her silent help to me.

The blue smoke of Cuban cigars rose and tumbled in front of me.

The luscious liquid of the whiskey began to fall into my stomach.

When I'm ready to start a pile of text, I need to end another pile of text first.

I took out the USB flash drive with mixed emotions and saved the 170,000-word book manuscript about a tricky second wife on the computer, knowing that this kind of story is not the story that I, Jiajia and the publishing house all want. I thought, Jiajia, since I can't write a book for you that can be published, I should at least write a love story for you that can be published, a love story about you, a love story that has nothing to do with love.

In a drunken haze, I typed a line on the keyboard:

Love is a story.