We came back from the circle gate.

I had dinner with Ye Qian, and then I rushed to Huilongguan Village alone, physically and mentally exhausted.

As I walked through the street, I saw a "low-cost transfer" card hanging in front of Yanhui's shop.

I felt sad because of survival.

I feel sad, for myself who often gets up in the middle of the night like a ghost to code words, and for the pair of Beipiao couples downstairs who love to watch love stories.

Within a few days, Yanhui's store was transferred.

The day they moved out, they came to my house with beer and cigarettes in their hands.

"I'm leaving," Yanhui's boyfriend Shuyu said sadly, "I'm here to say goodbye to you!" It's the beer and cigarettes we left in the store, thanks to those love stories! ”

"And what's your girlfriend holding in her hand?" I asked Shuyu in wonder, "So thick?" ”

"This is a 'book' that we bind," Yanhui said as she walked up to me and handed me the thing she was holding, "There is love every day!" ”

I took this thick thing that Yanhui called "book" in wonder.

I found that the "book cover" was a thick piece of brown paper, on which were neatly written the words "love every day", and below were the names of Yanhui and Shuyu. I was surprised to open the book and find that it was full of love stories that I had printed out to them. After all this time, they have preserved them so well!

"Why don't you take it away?" I asked Yanhui with mixed feelings.

"We've already memorized the story in it," Yanhui said a little sadly, "Besides, we don't know where to go in the future!" Take it with you, and you might lose it; Put it in your place and maybe you'll save it well! ”

"yes!" I nodded a little sadly, "In this other people's city, in these days of drifting, what can you take with you?" What can I take with me? ”

Yanhui sighed softly.

We began to chat sadly together, drinking glass after glass and imagining the days to come.

After Yanhui and her boyfriend left, I continued to drink the beer they brought, smoked the cigarettes they sent, and flipped through the thick book of love stories called "Love Every Day" that they bound themselves.

In a slightly drunken feeling, I saw a book, a book called "Love Every Day", and it came to my mind so clearly.

"A love story a day," I muttered, "a little love reminder every day!" ”

I decided to write a book, a book called "Love Every Day".

I do what I say.

My days began to be spent in the manuscript of "Love Every Day".

On weekends, I still spend time with Ye Qian.

In this way, the days of books to do and love to do are flowing calmly like flowing water.

Winter goes to spring.

In the farm behind Huilongguan Village, the wheat is pregnant in the calm, the rape flowers are in full bloom in the calm, and the sky has become clear and clear in the calm, which makes people feel intoxicated......

The day soon came to the day of the Buddha Bathing Puja, the eighth day of the fourth lunar month.

"I'm waiting for you at Guanghua Temple," Ye Qian said on the phone, "Today is the Bathing Buddha Festival!" ”

"It's not the weekend!" I reminded.

"You dead brain really should be washed well," Ye Qian smiled, "Isn't it a weekend, can't we be together?" ”

"That's good," I said happily, "I'll get over here!" ”

I put down the phone and rushed to Guanghua Temple.

Guanghua Temple, located in the north of Shichahai, Xicheng District, Beijing, is a famous large Buddhist monastery in Beijing and the seat of the Beijing Buddhist Association. The whole temple building layout is rigorous, carved beams and painted buildings, and it is splendid.

When I went, we made a square altar in the main hall early, and after laying the seat, a basin was placed on the seat, and the naked Buddha statue was enshrined in it, and a fragrant soup fried with various spices was prepared early next to it.

The incense was lit.

The sound of sparse text rang out.

"Bathing in the Buddha" sang along.

The Buddha began to bathe with a smile.

I saw that the abbot scooped the fragrant soup with a spoon, began to bathe the Buddha statue, and then rinsed it with pure water; Then, everyone bathed the Buddha one by one, chanted repeatedly, and poured a small amount of pure water on their heads. Finally, everyone wiped the Buddha statue with a soft towel, and burned incense to diffuse it all over the world......

Thus ended the bathing puja in a sacred and solemn atmosphere.

After the bathing puja, Ye Qian and I returned to her residence.

"Does the Buddha really want us to bathe him?" Soaking in the fragrant bathtub, I asked with interest while caressing Ye Qian's smooth and delicate body.

"Everyone needs to take a bath," Ye Qian said with a serious face, "The clothes are dirty, and they need to be washed with clean water; If the body is dirty, it also needs to be washed with water; The human heart needs to be washed with water. This clear water is the Buddha's Dharma water. The temple holds a bathing puja to actually cleanse our minds. ”

"How did the Buddha's Birthday come about?" I asked curiously.

"There is another story," Ye Qian told with a smile, "On April 8, 2539 years ago, Lady Maya, the queen of the Indian kingdom of Kabira, gave birth to Prince Siddhartha, who later became a monk, under the Sanssouci tree in the Lumbini Garden. After the birth of the crown prince, he pointed to the sky and the earth with one hand, and said: 'Heaven and the world, I am the only one. It means that I am the most noble enlightened being in the universe, and I will reach out to all beings who have fallen into life and death. Immediately two streams of water poured down from heaven and bathed the prince; Later, Buddhists used this ritual to celebrate the Buddha's birthday every year. ”

"It seems that everyone in this world needs to be bathed." I said to Ye Qian with a smile.

"Yes," Ye Qian smiled, "Zen masters and wise men, bathing in the breeze, bathing in rain and dew, and purifying a grateful heart; Ordinary beings, bathing in nature, bathing in wind and rain, cleansing out a moment of comfort and tranquility; Even if the Buddha sits on the lotus throne, he also needs to bathe in fragrant soup...... All because cleanliness comes first. ”

"Cleanliness comes first," I muttered, "and the body will feel fresh and clean; Bathing in the soul will make you feel relaxed and happy. If we can bathe and wash our dusty hearts frequently, then our hearts will be as bright as ever, holy and noble. ”

"You said it very well," Ye Qian said emotionally, "I would like to turn myself into water, bathe others, and bathe the world." ”

"For now, you better bathe me first!" As I spoke, I gently carried Ye Qian out of the bathtub.

Ye Qian smiled coquettishly.

My heart was beaming.

My love has been bathed in Ye Qian's tenderness.

After I came back from Ye Qian's residence in a relaxed mood, I began to code words frantically day and night.

I immersed myself in adapting those classic love stories that had moved me more than once into about 100 words, and then added my own love insights and love advice after each article, one a day, a full 365 articles, divided into 12 months. After the manuscript was completed, I listed the book in the book manuscript trading section of the China Writers Network to seek information for publication, and submitted it to Beijing Kyushu Internet Culture Co., Ltd.

Three days later.

The manuscript of "Love Every Day" was heard back, and it was the manager Cong of Kyushu who called in person, saying that they were interested in publishing the book, and made an appointment to drive me up the next day.

Sleepless nights.

After dawn, I came to the Longze subway entrance that I had agreed with Mr. Cong in advance, but I didn't expect Mr. Cong to arrive early and drive his Passat car.

I got into the car in a state of excitement.

Mr. Cong chatted with me while driving.

"The manuscript of the book "Love Every Day" is very good," Mr. Cong said, "Did you plan and complete it alone?" ”

"Yes!" I say.

"You wrote that cover phrase too?" Mr. Cong asked.

"Yes!" I said seriously, "It's the '365 love humors a year, 365 love reminders a year' and 'January: interpreting the myriad styles of love; In February, enter the secret world of men; March, touching the inner world of women......'"

"Actually, I didn't just come to you for the purpose of publishing that manuscript," Mr. Cong said, "I appreciate your creativity and writing, and I want to work with you for a long time, or you can come to me as an editor!" ”

I was emotional.

The car arrived at Dragon City Garden in no time.

Longcheng Garden is a villa area, far away from the shadow of Yang Yan Mountain, close to the Longming Temple, the Wenyu River interchange through the garden, and the extension of the Badaling Expressway in front of the door. This Longcheng Garden is actually only two or three stops away from Huilongguan Village, where I live.

The editorial office is in a townhouse.

In the editorial department, more than a dozen editors were busy, and I followed Mr. Cong into his office.

I took out the two previously published copies of "So Simple" and gave them to Mr. Cong.

Mr. Cong flipped through it with interest.

"Let you not bear to put down after reading, let you fall into contemplation after putting it down, and let you suddenly have an epiphany after contemplation!" Mr. Cong pointed to the cover slogan and said to me, "You also planned these?" ”

"Yes," I affirmed, "I wrote the front line, the preface and the introduction, and the back cover!" ”

"I appreciate your creativity," Mr. Cong said, "If you work with us and earn at least 100,000 yuan a year, would you like to consider it?" ”

"I like to code words in an extremely free state," I said to Mr. Cong, "I smoke and drink when I code words, and I sleep when I am sleepy, and I must be a little uncomfortable working from 9 to 5!" ”

"Yes," Mr. Cong said, "I definitely can't be free to go to work, and you saw this when you came in just now!" Then let's work together to select a topic! If you work together, you will definitely earn more than working here! ”

I smiled and nodded.

"The manuscript of the book "Love Every Day", do you want a manuscript fee or royalties?" Mr. Cong asked, "If you want the manuscript fee, you can pay half of it after signing the publishing contract now; In terms of royalties, the book will not be settled until half a year after the publication of the book, and it will be settled every six months......"

"I still want to pay for the manuscript!" I smiled and said, "Wait for the rice to go to the pot!" ”

"Our manuscript fee is basically 50 yuan per thousand words," Mr. Cong said, "However, you are an exception, because I want to cooperate with you for a long time!" ”

"You've read my manuscript," I said earnestly, "and the book I have written is different from theirs, and my manuscript is very original." The manuscript fee for the two manuscripts of "So Simple" is more than 100 words. ”

"I agree with you," Mr. Cong nodded with satisfaction, "Of course, a good manuscript requires a little more manuscript fee. In this way, just a thousand words and 100 yuan, how about it? ”

"Yes!" I said with a smile.

Mr. Cong went out and asked the assistant to bring the publishing contract.

We successfully signed the publishing contract, and then Mr. Cong asked the finance department to pay me half of the manuscript fee.

"You can talk to our editor first," Mr. Cong said happily, "I'm busy with some things at hand, and I'll go out in the afternoon to invite you to a light meal!" ”

I smiled and started chatting with the editors in the newsroom.