The spring flags evoke a long-forgotten memory of Prince Kunal, "We held the spring flags high on bamboo poles, and when the wind rose, the whole city was full of colorful spring swallows and spring flowers, which was both beautiful and lively." ”

"In Kyoto and Higashiya, spring flags are often pasted on doors, windows, screens, or worn on heads. Pasted on the doors and windows are made of colored paper, and those worn on the head should be more particular, mostly silk silk and gold and silver. ”

"In the end, it is at the feet of the Son of Heaven, say more." Prince Kunal's smile returned, much to Yushu's relief.

When I came to the meditation room, Master Futu sat at the table and made tea, and saw her smile and speak a long list of Sanskrit.

"I haven't seen him for a long time, but the donor has become more and more clear."

Prince Kunal was sad and deliberately translated thinness into Qingmin. But Yushu read the deep meaning from Master Futu's worried expression, and said with a smile: "Master don't worry, I will definitely eat and sleep more and work hard to gain weight." ”

Prince Kunal's face froze, and he translated it as it was.

Master Futu laughed heartily when he heard this.

Speaking, the water boils away, and the Futu master pours the tea leaves.

It is better to move the water of thousands of rivers and not to move people's hearts.

The same goes for boiling tea.

Yushu couldn't help but disturb the master of Futu, so he kept silent and sat quietly opposite him.

Prince Kunal took the snacks brought by Yushu out of the food box and placed them on the table. When spring is approaching, Daxi ingeniously makes the dough into the shape of a flower in order to meet the occasion, and the honey wolfberry is chopped into a flower heart. Winter melon candy is especially chic. Slices of winter melon sugar are gathered into a white lotus flower the size of a pigeon's egg, and the middle is sprinkled with gold leaf.

Both Prince Kunal and Master Futu were full of praise.

The purple bamboo shoot tea is not as good as Mengding, and it is boiled by the hands of the master of Futu, which is sweeter and sweeter than Mengding.

Yushu took a shallow bite and blurted out, "Good tea!" "It's a hundred times stronger than the purple bamboo shoots cooked by King Qin.

Master Futu looked at her and smiled kindly.

For some reason, Master Futu vaguely saw Boruo's smile through Yushu's pair of dark eyes.

The girl in front of her, who was called Cha Cha by Bo Ruo, has gone through a lot of hardships to get to where she is now. I hope that all that she has endured in the past will be turned into the strength to move forward bravely in the future.

Master Futu picked up a winter melon candy and chewed it slowly, and said while eating: "People can't bear to eat it." “

It's like a child eating his beloved sugar man, every time he eats it, the sugar man loses a corner, but he still can't help but be tempted to eat it one bite after another.

Prince Kunal has a soft spot for the group, and there are already two of them who have fallen silently.

Yushu held the tea cup and watched the two of them eat freely, feeling very comfortable.

"After the beginning of spring, I will send someone to send spring cakes to Master Futu to taste." Yushu said with a smile.

Prince Kunal hadn't eaten the spring cakes for the festival for many years, so he smiled at the moment, and after talking with Master Futu for a few words, he said to Yushu: "The master said thank you Lang Jun, and he also likes the "Spring Cow Picture" painted by Lang Jun. Said to frame it and bring it back to Tianzhu. ”

This painting Yushu did not do her best, so it was not framed. Master Futu cherished this painting so much, which made Yushu embarrassed, and hurriedly apologized: "I was negligent." The day after tomorrow, I'll send another one. ”

Prince Kunal translated her words to Master Futu, who smiled and waved his hand, and as he spoke, he took the "Spring Ox Picture" from the side, pointed to the ploughing ox and the spring god and said a long list.

"The master said that Lang Jun doesn't need to bother to paint anymore, this painting is very good and expressive. The master can not only feel the joy and warmth of spring returning to the earth, but also understand Lang Jun's intentions. ”

This is the intention of her to make this painting, and the master of the floating picture can understand it, and Yushu is very pleased. Glancing at Master Futu, he said, "Master is Xie Jiu's bosom friend. ”

This sentence does not need to be relayed by Prince Kunal, and Master Futu also knows the meaning, looks at Yushu, and smiles knowingly.

Master Futu's smile is like a spring breeze for Master Boruo.

Thinking of Master Boruo, Yushu couldn't help but feel sad.

Before coming here, she wanted to ask Master Futu for advice on how to face up to life and death hatred, love and hatred, but it was not very convenient to go through the translation of Prince Kunal.

Yushu weighed left and right, so she dispelled this idea, and concentrated on eating tea and gossiping with Master Futu, and telling some interesting things about Kyoto to make him happy.

The three of them sat around, chatting, time passed quietly, and the sky slowly darkened.

Yushu estimated that it was almost the time of the evening class, so she put down the teacup and said goodbye to Master Futu.

Master Futu did not hold back, and told Prince Kunal to carefully translate what he was going to say next, then looked at Yushu with a solemn expression, and said:

"I have walked many roads, crossed many bridges, met many people, tasted a hundred tastes of the world, but in the end I have to forget all the old things before I can enter Bliss and meet Borah again. Sometimes giving up is harder and more painful than carrying. That's really heart-wrenching, and I can't die if I can't survive! ”

Yushu was silent, staring at the Futu Master with dark eyes for a moment.

At this time, it seemed that she could understand every sentence and word that Master Futu said without the need for Prince Kunal's translation.

When Master Futu said that "you can't survive and die", Yushu's throat was sour, and she wanted to cry, but she couldn't help it.

In this world, it is not only Master Boro who understands her suffering, but also Master Futu.

She is not a lonely and pathetic person who is desperate to survive.

Yushu sniffed, trying to keep her complexion calm.

"If there were no cycle of cause and effect, there would be no resentment between life and death. Love and hate, how many people can break through? What you hold in your hands is exactly what you are going to get rid of. ”

Yushu pondered over and over again, but the more she thought about it, the more she couldn't understand it.

It was already evening when she returned to the house, and Zhang prepared black rice and fish and waited for her.

After only half a day, Yushu felt that Zhang's was more delicate than in the early morning, especially those beautiful eyes, like black agate soaked in water, moist and translucent.

Zhang smiled and complained: "Why is it so late? Hurt me and Ah Leopard to wait. ”

Ah Leopard dozed off on Zhang's lap, and when he heard it, he quickly raised his little face and meowed shortly and quickly, followed by a big yawn.

Yushu was amused by its silly appearance, giggled, came to Zhang's side and sat down, and said, "I chatted with Master Futu for a while." ”

"Are Master Futu and Prince Kunal all right? What is the custom of living in Kyoto? Zhang said and put Ah Leopard on the bed, and came to the bright room with Yushu.

The meal was already on the table, just waiting for the two of them to take their seats.

"Healthy and accustomed to it. I went to see it today, and there are many good men and women who go to Xiangyun Temple in the name of Master Mufutu. It is very lively with people coming and going. He took the soft handkerchief handed over by Poria, wiped his hands, and said, "Prince Kunal said that the master of Futu and the monks chanted together in the afternoon and evening classes. Those believers took advantage of this opportunity to ask Master Futu for advice. ”

"That'...... Isn't the Master of Floating Pictures busy? Zhang mixed rice for Yushu and put it in front of her.

"Well, it's busy. I went there in my free time, otherwise I wouldn't have been able to talk to him. ”

"Master Futu is a high-ranking monk, and the next time I go to send a prayer post three or five days in advance, it will not be rude."

"Yes! Auntie, I know. I won't rush to visit my door again. Yushu suddenly remembered Wei Baohu and pondered to give him a Spring Festival gift.

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