"But it's not fair."

Xiao Luo hooked the zodiac pendant on his index finger and shook his wrist, "Mine is five yuan more expensive than yours." ”

"Huh?" Yi Zeran deliberately took out his wallet, "Do you need to make up the difference?" ”

Xiao Luo hurriedly shook his head, saying this just to remind him that this kind of stall was not suitable to hold it in his capacity.

But the man pretended to be like a white rabbit, so he simply didn't discuss such a meaningless little thing with him.

When they came, the heavy snow had gradually become lighter, and the two of them walked down the winding path one foot deep, one foot shallow, one foot deep.

It didn't go far but it rained, and the mountain road covered by the university suddenly became slippery and difficult to walk.

It was obviously not appropriate to go down the mountain again, Yi Zeran directly pulled Xiao Luo's collar and returned the same way.

The little monk in front of the temple is holding a broom to clear the snow, two guests who burn incense are crowded under the eaves to avoid the rain, and several little monks in the temple are still reading scriptures that they don't understand.

Yi Zeran went to the temple first, said a few words to the little monk, and after a while, a little monk in Tsing Yi came to lead the way.

Passing through the narrow corridor, you will find a neat row of houses, all with red roofs, blue walls, red paint on the window lattices, and small carved flowers on them.

The little monk pushed open a room and invited the two to enter, and as soon as they stepped into the threshold, they were greeted by the heat, and the pores of the warm people were stretching.

On the table is a steaming teapot, and next to it is a set of small celadon bowls, which seem to have been copied from a painting.

Yi Zeran nodded and thanked him, and the little monk folded his hands and bowed slightly before leaving.

Xiao Luo sat down on a small round stool, deliberately rolled his sleeves before pouring tea, poured tea from a hot cup, and made a decent appearance.

Hand Yi Zeran a cup first, and drink the rest of the cup slowly by himself.

The tea is very hot, the tea aroma is strong, and there is a faint bitter taste on the tip of the tongue, followed by an endless aftertaste.

She had never drunk tea for such a second after staying in the tea shop for so long, so it made sense that this mountain and this temple were so famous in the local area.

After a while, the little monk sent a vegetarian meal, which was very complete and looked lovely.

Xiao Luo ate a lot of good appetite, and completely forgot about going back.

The rain outside was a bit heavy, and the sparse raindrops washed away the snow from the treetops on the road, and the snow turned into water and flowed down the mountain like a stream.

After eating, Xiao Luo stood in front of the porch and watched the rain fall, I don't know if the deep mountains make people quiet, and the grief that has been pressing in my heart seems to have disappeared.

waited until it was dark and the rain didn't stop, Yi Zeran simply decided to stay on the mountain for a bowl.

The room was pitch black, except for a rickety oil lamp.

Xiao Luo warmed his hands with a teacup, half of his body leaned against the pillars of the room, and his eyes looked at the shadow that had been magnified countless times between the window lattices.

Yi Zeran sat upright on the stool, his head bowed, and some secret things hidden in his heart continued to grow with the spread of darkness.

The candle flame jumped violently, and the silent Xiao Luo suddenly turned his head, looking at him with bright eyes, "Brother Zeran, have you ever loved someone?" ”

Deathly silence, Yi Zeran looked at her silently, and there was a shocked emotion in his eyes.

Xiao Luo didn't seem to care about his answer, and turned his head to himself, the wind and rain outside the window Xiao Xiao, and the black shadows of the trees swayed.

Her voice was low, like a late-night whisper, "I used to like someone, so much so that I thought I could only like him in my life."

But now I have discovered that in fact, the so-called love is a trivial matter worth mentioning in the face of life and death, and as long as people live, everything is unknown. Likes expire, habits can be broken, and the most important person is gone. ”

This is life, no matter how reluctant you are, you still have to live.

Very sad argument, Yi Zeran wanted to correct her attitude, but when she opened her mouth, she didn't know where to start.

What she said was the truth, because the sorrow and suffering she had experienced, he had experienced years earlier.

But now he is still a living person, he will be happy and sad, but there is an extra scar in his heart, and when he touches it, it is a pain that goes deep into the bone marrow.

The wind blew into the room through the cracks in the window, and the oil lamp on the table shook and was easily blown out.

In the darkness, as if he had found courage, he asked her, "I want to know your story about him and him, can you tell me?"

What kind of person can make you so concerned that you can casually mention it in a small temple thousands of miles away?

Xiao Luo's palm rested on the round table painted with red paint, which was cold and cold, which made people's thinking calm down a lot.

She spoke, her voice unusually calm: "It's a very ordinary story, childhood sweetheart, but then the bamboo horse left and never came back." ”

is a simple sentence, how much sorrow and joy it contains, I'm afraid only Xiao Luo alone knows.

After a pause, she asked him, "What about you, have you ever loved anyone?" ”

Time seemed to slow down, the rain lapped on the windowsill, footsteps could be heard far away, and then a blur of light and shadow appeared in sight.

Until the footsteps stopped and the knock on the door sounded, Yi Zeran didn't say a word, Xiao Luo stood up and opened the door, it was still the little monk in Tsing Yi during the day.

The light was lit again, and the room suddenly became much brighter, and the warm orange light swayed between Yi Zeran's cold eyebrows, from dark eyebrows to red lips.

Inexplicably, she actually felt that Yi Zeran was very sad, the kind of sadness that spread out of her bones.

Sure enough, he was a man with a story.

Complex emotions are like rain-soaked air pouring into the heart and lungs down the nostrils, Xiao Luo unnaturally turned his head, facing the gradually lightening rain outside the window, just trying to find a reason to change the subject.

Yi Zeran suddenly opened his mouth: "Like you, childhood sweetheart, in the end I chose to leave." ”

Xiao Luo looked into his dark eyes and asked, "Will you go back?" ”

"No, it won't." Yi Zeran replied decisively, "I will never go back." ”

Because I want to have a new life – only about you.

The two looked at each other for a long time, and there were inexplicable feelings that quietly grew with the dim environment.

After a long time, Xiao Luo lowered his head with some annoyance, "Actually, I envy your decisiveness." ”

Yi Zeran lowered his eyelids, his gaze fell on the jumping flames, and he was silent.

In fact, it's not that he is decisive enough, but that the other person is too ruthless.

The injury is too deep, so naturally I don't want to look back.

He didn't want Xiao Luo to experience these once.

"Actually, God was already very kind to me, and after six years he sent him to me, but I was so stupid that it took two years to keep him."

Simply complained, and the tone was a little aggrieved.

Yi Zeran stretched out his hand and rubbed her head, "What do you think, just leave this kind of thing to a man to do." ”