"Brother Shen, are you hungry? This is the meal I bought, and I'll give it to you first. ”

"Oh, Brother Shen, you come to eat me, this is a cookie I made myself at home."

"You little nurses, why don't you usually bring food to my uncle?"

"Uncle, didn't your daughter come to see you today? Brother Shen is alone, of course we have to take care of it more. ”

Before Wu Meng and Huairou arrived at the door of the ward, they heard the noise of chirping, mixed with the complaints of the old man in the next bed.

When she entered the door, Huairou saw Shen Lang, who was surrounded by the little nurses, and pushed away the biscuits handed to her lips by the little nurses with a cold face.

"I'm not hungry, thank you." When he looked up and saw Wu Meng and Huairou, he immediately raised his hand. "Wu Meng."

The little nurse who was chattering saw that someone came to see Shen Lang, and reluctantly moved out of the ward, but the food was all on the table.

"Wolf, you can. One night of hard work, fascinated so many little nurses, and brought you so much food? ”

Wu Meng looked at Shen Lang teasingly, and shook his head when he saw the food piled up on the table.

"Don't make fun of me."

Shen Lang's gaze unconsciously drifted to Huairou, and saw her squeeze the thermos box on the table without any reaction.

"Xiaorou, are you okay?"

"What's the matter?"

Huairou asked a little strangely, and Shen Lang's face instantly became even more ugly.

Wu Meng looked at the two of them and opened the lunch box and stuffed it into Shen Lang's hand.

"Hey, you taste Xiaorou's craftsmanship, it's really amazing. If it weren't for the fact that you were a patient, I would have eaten it all. ”

"You did it?" After eating a mouthful of food, Shen Lang looked at Huairou with a strange expression, looking incredulous.

"Hmm." Nodding lightly, Huairou picked up the leaflet on the table and looked at it.

"Wild wolf, I really envy you, Xiaorou's skills are so good, no wonder you refuse to eat other people's food."

Holding the lunch box left by the little nurse, Wu Meng sighed with emotion, and the food cooked by Xiang Huairou had already won, not to mention the taste.

Shen Langpi narrowed his eyes without smiling, he didn't plan to let Wu Meng know that this was the first time he had eaten Huairou's cooking, if not counting the noodles he cooked last time.

In the next few days, Huairou changed her tricks to deliver food to Shen Lang, and Wu Meng always went to the hospital to grab Shen Lang's after eating at home, which provoked Shen Lang to protect the lunch box every time.

Those little nurses knew that their skills were not as good as others, and they no longer gave Shen Lang food, but went to the ward when they had nothing to do, and asked her about the secret recipe for cooking when they met Huairou.

As the days passed, Shen Lang's injuries gradually improved, but the fugitive's case never progressed.

"Xiaorou, you haven't been here for so long, why don't I take you to the temple on the mountain to have fun with the weather today?"

Wu Meng handed over a propaganda leaflet, which showed the content of the Buddhist temple's lectures, and the propaganda picture was a huge Buddha statue shrouded in mist.

Shen Lang took a look at the leaflet, and looked at it for a long time before putting it back in Huairou's hand and nodded.

"Go ahead."

"It's a shame to come here and not go, Xiaorou, don't worry, this guy is fine, you don't see those little nurses running here every day."

As Wu Meng was talking, a little nurse with the medicine knocked on the door and came in, blushing as she looked at Shen Lang to change the medicine for him.

Huairou saw the corners of Wu Meng's mouth twitch, raised her eyebrows and grimaced as if to say: Look, I'm right, right?

Holding back a smile and agreeing to Wu Meng's suggestion, he just got into his car downstairs in the hospital, but he received an urgent notice that the fugitives had escaped with news, but Wu Meng could only tell Huairou the details of the address and send her to the taxi.

Huairou was alone, according to the address of the leaflet for a long time, and saw the towering Buddha statue from a long distance, which made people feel awe.

After paying the money and getting off the bus, the driver was very enthusiastic to introduce a few scenic spots, and said thank you for walking on the wide stone road, climbing up towards the Buddha statue step by step, and finally standing under the Buddha statue and looking up.

The huge Buddha statue is dazzling in gold, and even in the snow, it is extremely dazzling, and it seems that the human beings standing at its feet are really small, and they pay homage to the Buddha with their hands folded.

Suddenly, she remembered that when she was walking in the snow with Shen Lang on her back before, she had also prayed that the gods would bless them from the difficulties, but now that they had all passed, was they really blessed in the dark?

After the snow, the mountain is empty, and there are no tourists and tour groups, and the snow-covered mountain roads are cold, as if walking in a fairyland.

The upper of the shoe creaks on the stone road, and the snow particles on the body are cool when the wind blows, but the air is very clear and refreshing.

Walking up the stone steps to the temple courtyard, the red walls and towers are covered with thick snow, and there are several centuries-old evergreen trees that have been bent by the snow, and the sky is foggy and the sun is not visible.

The scene in the photo has long been memorized, and the completely unfamiliar scenery does not match, and the initial disappointment is gone, and instead of learning to appreciate the scenery of the place where it goes.

Walking slowly to the door of a temple, I looked up and saw that the plaque was the Daxiong Treasure Hall, but several wooden doors were closed, and I was about to turn around and leave when I bumped into a person.

"Amitabha, the donor is still coming up the mountain in such bad weather, but the donor is a pious person."

The white-bearded old monk wearing a robe held up in front of him with one palm, his face is charitable and smiling like a Buddha statue.

"Hello Master, can I go inside and worship?" Huairou folded her hands and returned the salute.

The old monk pushed open the wooden door, and saw a tall Buddha statue looking down with half-squinted eyes, three futons placed directly below, and he felt very small when he stepped into the hall.

Kneeling in the middle of the futon, his hands folded and his eyes closed, his heart was full of pious wishes, and when he was about to get up, the old monk handed over the sign, hesitated for a moment and took the sign and shook it to ask for a sign.

The popped up slip fell to the ground, with the words "willows and flowers" written on it, and he twisted the slip and handed it to the old monk next to him.

After seeing the signing, the old monk smiled and asked Huairou to go to the room to warm up, the simple room put the scriptures and wooden fish, sat on the stool and received the hot tea, and there was a calligraphy and painting hanging on the opposite side in the meditation room.

The red plum blossomed vividly on the rice paper, and the red plum that was bent by the branches stubbornly emerged from the stamens, and a small poem by Wang Anshi was mentioned next to it, and the handwriting was vigorous and powerful.

There are a few plums in the corner, and Ling Han opens it alone.

I know that it is not snow, but there is a dark fragrance.

The old monk saw where Huairou's gaze fell, and with kindness in his eyebrows, he took the note and put it on the table.

"The old man saw that there seemed to be a sad look between the donor's eyebrows, what was the donor thinking when he asked for a signature?"

"I wondered who I was, where my family was, and if I could find what I had lost......"

"Amitabha. The heart is unattainable in the past, the heart is unattainable now, and the heart is unattainable in the future. ”

The old monk's words made Huairou seem to understand whether she understood or not, and she was even more confused when she saw the signature of the note.

"Master, what does the 'willow and flower' on this signature mean?"

"The 'bright flowers' on this signature document means that what the donor asks for will be turned around, and the donor can wait patiently."

"In other words, what I ask for will be fruitful?"

"The donor needs to understand all these things for himself. Everything is determined by heaven, the donor and relax, everything goes naturally. Amitabha Buddha ......"

On the way down the mountain, Huairou kept thinking about the old monk's words, and always felt that the mystery revealed the key to the problem, but she couldn't figure out what it meant.

I chose a quiet bamboo forest mountain road to walk, and the thick snow on the stone steps blocked my footsteps, and the speed of descent slowed down a lot.

Covering her hands and rubbing her hands to keep warm, she slowly reached the mountainside step by step, the scenery in the distance was pleasant but no one appreciated it, as if she was alone in this world, causing her to suddenly think of Shen Lang in the hospital, and some wanted to go back quickly.

When I was about to reach the bottom of the mountain, I met a man and a woman, two of them stood on the stone steps to block the way down the mountain, and the woman rubbed her hands and watched the man smoke.

When he heard the footsteps and looked up to see her, he immediately took out his mobile phone and kept gesturing at her, as if he was still talking about something.

"Is that her?"

"It's her, just like in the video."

I couldn't understand what the two men were saying, and when she got closer, she tried to get around them, but the woman immediately approached her with excitement on her face, and then rushed towards her screaming.

"Daughter!"

Reflexively dodged sideways, the woman threw herself into the air and almost fell, and the man noticed the brisk walk here, and reached out to grab her arm.

Huairou's brows furrowed in disgust, she raised her hand to open the man's hand and took two steps back in a defensive posture, looking at the husband and wife with wary eyes.

"What are you going to do?"

The man stepped forward excitedly, the cigarette in his hand had fallen into the snow and was extinguished, looking at Huairou and calling in a trembling voice: "Daughter! Is it really you? ”

Daughter? Huairou hesitated because of such a title, and her arm was suddenly tightly pulled, and the woman hugged her waist with a crying voice and shouted: "Daughter! My daughter! ”

The sudden change made Huairou unable to react for a while, the woman holding her cried very sadly, and the man next to her also had red eyes, but she felt that she was hallucinating.

"Did you recognize the wrong person?"

I want to push away the woman who is holding her, and she is disgusted by such contact with strangers, and it seems that she is naturally resistant, and she doesn't like others to touch her casually.

"How could you be mistaken! You're our daughter! Rourou, I'm a mother! ”

The woman's tear-stained eyes flashed with excitement, and the moment she called her name, Huairou's eyes widened in shock.

"Xiaorou, I'm Dad, don't you know us?"

The man took the opportunity to step forward, reached out and grabbed Huairou's arm hard, and when he was caught, Huairou only felt a tingling pain in his arm, as if he had been pricked by a needle.

"Let go of me." Huairou raised her hand to shake off the man's restraints and watched them stride back again and again.

"What's wrong with you, daughter? I'm Daddy! The man wanted to get closer, but Huairou felt that her brain began to feel a little dizzy, and the faces of the husband and wife in front of her began to blur and ghost.

Raising her hand to stop the husband and wife approaching her, the backward footsteps slipped and the whole person fell backwards, and she lost consciousness in the woman's exclamation.

In the warm ward of the hospital, Shen Lang frowned and looked at the dim sky outside the window, his mobile phone flipped in his palm and clicked on the screen from time to time to check the time, and it was already nine o'clock in the evening and Huairou was still missing.

picked up the mobile phone and dialed Wu Meng's phone again, but the phone still came, "I'm sorry, your call has been turned off, please dial again later." The mechanical female voice.

"Young man, your girlfriend hasn't come back yet?"

The old man in the next bed saw Shen Lang's restless look, and laughed and joked.

"Uncle, she's not my girlfriend."

Shen Lang looked back and explained helplessly, but he shook his head when he saw the old man with a clear expression.

"Xiao Rou, that's a good girl, young man, you have to work harder. Otherwise, the good girls were chased away by others, and I think my wife was also a good girl back then, thanks to my discernment......"

sighed and automatically ignored the memoirs mentioned by the old man again, but he was uneasy in his heart and always felt that something was going to happen.