The one-armed statue of Wei Tuo, the Maitreya Buddha with a severed head, the weeds in front of the temple and behind the temple are piled up with a height of feet, and when the mountain wind blows, it makes a sound like crying and complaining, which makes people listen to it and feel gloomy. The plaque of Qingliang Temple was also divided into corpses, one in the east corner and one in the west corner. This cool temple is full of dilapidated and depressed scenes, which is very inconsistent with the incense that Zheng Nan said last time.

"How did this happen?" Zheng Nan frowned, as if she was asking a question, and as if she was talking to herself, her eyes were full of disappointment.

Seeing that she was worried, Qiu Hua was quite unbearable, and hurriedly comforted: "Zheng Nan, don't feel sad. Nine times out of ten, life is unsatisfactory, and many things are really not within the reach of manpower, so it is better not to force it. Zheng Nan nodded, but his brows were still furrowed.

Seeing that she was still sullen, Qiu Hua coaxed again: "That, Comrade Zheng Nan, your thinking is not right." Our generation grew up bathed in the sunshine of science, and if you want to pray for blessings, you don't have to look for any gods, Buddhas, and Buddhas, can't the great Marx also be your faith? When Zheng Nan heard this, he couldn't help but smile and said, "Hahaha, Qiuhua, you look like an old cadre."

After a while, she looked at the ruined temple and muttered, "Yes, many things may really not be changed, and sometimes, I really envy you." "Ah, what did you say?" Qiu Hua felt very strange when she heard this nonsensical sentence.

"No, no, let's go down the mountain." Zheng Nan's tone suddenly became overwhelmed, as if he was hiding something. She didn't want to say that Qiu Hua naturally couldn't ask any more, so she had to go down the mountain with her.

"Prayer is back? How's it going? Is the temple on the hill big? Seeing them coming down the mountain, Tian Jingru hurriedly came out to greet them.

Qiuhua shook his head and said, "No, the temple on the mountain is deserted, and the Buddha statue is also in tatters."

Tian Jingru nodded, and said busily and comfortingly: "Actually, Zheng Nan, you don't have to care too much." In fact, many things are in their own hands, and 'praying' is just to make the heart feel more at ease. Zheng Nan nodded and said, "Thank you, Jingru." After that, the two went to help prepare lunch. Qiuhua watched them busy in the kitchen, and her heart was sweeter than eating honey, if... As soon as a hint of thought emerged, Qiu Hua hurriedly shook his head, and blamed in his heart: What am I thinking!

"Huh? Where did Senior Qiuhua go to play with Sister Nan in the morning? Why don't you bring me? Huang Jingqiu rubbed her sleepy eyes and said as she walked. You're embarrassed to say, see for yourself, what time is it? Jingqiu is going to turn into a pig, hahaha. When Qiuhua saw her appearance, she couldn't help but want to tease her.

Huang Jingqiu said after "humming": "Qiuhua is a pig, a stupid pig, I am a rabbit, a cute rabbit." Qiu Hua replied perfunctorily: "Yes, yes, you are a cute fat rabbit." Jingqiu was a little frustrated: "No, no. I'm a cute fat guy, not a bunny. When Qiuhua heard this, she laughed.

Huang Jingqiu realized the mistake just now, but Qiuhua didn't intend to let her go, and he couldn't do without this slip of the tongue in the following topics. Finally, Jingqiu's patience has also reached its limit.

Huang Jingqiu crossed his hands, stood there and said hatefully: "Senior Qiuhua, from this second on, you'd better run faster, because the crazy rabbit is about to start attacking, and the rabbit will bite when it's in a hurry, I'll tell you." Of course, Qiuhua would not sit still, and before she could finish speaking, she ran away. Huang Jingqiu chased after him, and the two got into a mess.

On the last day of the May Day holiday, according to the plan, I had to go to sweep the tomb of Qiuhua's father in the morning. Qiuhua was afraid that Sanmei would be bored at home, so she asked them if they would go together, but she didn't expect the three of them to agree in unison.

After walking through a mountain road that is not too bumpy, the tomb of Qiuhua's father appeared in front of everyone. A simple stone monument, already overgrown with weeds, looks more monotonous and bleak than the increasingly luxurious tombs nearby.

In Qiuhua's mind, memories of his father slowly emerged. In Qiuhua's only memory, his father was a tall and thin literati who could write words, paint, and write books, and was a famous genius in ten miles and eight towns. On weekdays, he will also help the villagers copy letters, write couplets or something, so his reputation in the village is also very good.

Qiuhua couldn't personally verify how talented his father was, but with the fact that he was able to capture his mother's heart with a small article back then, his father's talent was by no means lower than his own.

Qiuhua and several people helped remove the weeds from his father's grave, and Zhang Lan placed a bouquet of flowers in front of his grave, which was a lilac, which was really of little value compared to the more and more extravagant offerings in recent years.

But Zhang Lan didn't feel ashamed, because this was exactly what he asked for before he died. However, Zhang Lan was still not at ease, afraid that he would be bullied, so she burned paper money for him again. Flowers and paper money, a strange combination of two ways of worship, but it will not cause laughter. Zhang Lan knelt there, muttering to herself, as if talking to her lover, these are all things she never said in front of people on weekdays, even Qiuhua, she never talked about it to him. As he spoke, Qiu Hua turned around. He endured his scarlet eyes, and the wind in the distance blew at the right time, and the tears that had been waiting to be poured out finally slipped down.

He patted her on the shoulder and said, "Lan, guess what, what did I write to you again?" She shook her head in confusion. He looked at her with infinite affection in his eyes. Then, slowly, he spoke:

"Spring, summer, autumn and winter are the four flavors of the world. Replacement and exchange, people have long been ready. Only this taste is really confusing.

I know that I will experience ups and downs in my life, and the mountains and rivers will be all over the place. I also knew that there would be a person who would be on the side of my life's journey, childishly counting how many stops there was left of my arrival, and then she would change the time to the second, and look at the fast-fanning symbols, the rhythm of which could catch up with the heartbeat.

She will smile and stomp her feet in a hurry. After a long time, when the pit bell rings, she will come with her money, she will be happy, and she will complain: 'Why are you here?' Just like when I was in the endless crowd, bouquets of flowers and giggled.

I like it so much, just like that, you came with a mountain breeze full of sleeves, giggling, just to go to my dream. Of course, I also ask you to hide your sadness and prepare your patience, because for the rest of your life, I have to ask you for more advice..."