Red.

It's all red.

The whole picture is red.

In the distance, you can only see the maple leaves like fire, covering the sky, raising your eyes, and you can't see the end.

The maple tree, with its intertwined roots, its branches thick and intertwined.

There are more maple trees in the background, but this one is especially special. Maybe it's because it's the most powerful and strong, or maybe it's because its maple leaves are so red that they seem to drip blood, and they're as red as firelight.

Tick tock.

It seemed to be raining.

The sun is drizzling, and the maple leaves know autumn. The mountains are all over the wilderness, and the forests are dyed.

In the picture, the maple tree is like an eighty-four-bone purple bamboo umbrella, for whom, the drizzle has been collected.

Yang Wanwan recalled carefully and wanted to continue writing, but found that the pen was out of ink. She rummaged through cabinets for ink, and finally found a box of black ink in a drawer in her study that had not yet been opened.

Filled with ink, the pen comes to life again.

Yang Wanwan touched the smooth pages of the diary, the bright white and smooth paper, if you use a black ink pen to walk the dragon and snake, it is really beautiful.

The diary is new and only a few pages have been written. No, it can't be considered brand new. Because this diary is her inaugural gift to herself.

It's been two or three years!

At that time, she had just entered the workplace, full of joy, and thought that she would still be held in the palm of her hand by the company like a little princess. reality, but mercilessly slapped her.

The exclusion of colleagues, the harsh criticism of superiors, and the tediousness of work...... She was overwhelmed.

If you can't hold on, then resign! The voice lingered in her heart every day.

In this way, Yang Wanwan has been in the company for several years, and finally mustered up the courage to submit her resignation. After walking out of her boss's office, she smiled heartily, immediately packed her luggage, and left in the disbelief of her colleagues.

Parents are as understanding and supportive as ever, they say, Wanwan, life is all about constantly trying. If you don't think the job is suitable, don't force yourself for the rest of your life.

The day after Yang Wanwan submitted her resignation, she slept lazily for the first time in a long time. When she woke up, she looked at the half-cooked yolk-like sun outside the window, and suddenly the idea of going out for a walk suddenly arose.

Where to go?

Southridge Town. It was the first thought that popped into her head. Yang Wanwan majored in folklore at university, and she has always been very interested in the unique customs and folk culture of Nanling Town.

Under the influence of her mentor, Nanling is like a girl with a veil of mystery for Yang Wanwan, waiting for her to find out. However, she couldn't find time to go to that town to have a look.

It's just that this time, Yang Wanwan finally has a lot of time to see the real Nanling.

That dream......

She started doing it after she came back from Southridge.

Every night, she dreams of a maple tree that is not too red.

In the beginning, it was far, far away from her.

Far away, only a patch of red could be seen.

But every night, the next night, after falling asleep, the maple tree in the dream would get closer.

Don't know who's approaching whom?

A night of dreams, a little bit closer.

Finally, in addition to red, there are other colors in the picture.

Yang Wanwan thought it was just a stain.

But when he got close enough, he found that under the red maple, there was a person standing.

The man had his back to Yang Wanwan, wearing a white kudzu cloth monk's robe and a soap-colored gold-rimmed robe. The body is erect, like a pine.

The rain is getting heavier, and the dripping water is turning into flowers.

The man just stood, under the red maple, as if waiting for someone. The monk's robe was soaked.

Then, wake up from the dream.

Ever since she dreamed of that monk, Yang Wanwan woke up and always found that her tears were wet on the pillow. She thought it was strange and couldn't explain it.

I just feel that the man's back looks endlessly sad.

So, Yang Wanwan found her diary and wanted to record the changes in her dreams every day.

After countless nights of waking up watching the man's back, last night's dream was finally different.

At the beginning of the dream, there was nothing special.

Red maple, drizzle, monk. It's just that the two of them are a little closer.

Yang Wanwan, in a dream, looked at the man's back, I don't know how long. Just when she thought that tonight's dream would end like this, the man slowly turned around.

The monk looked very young. The childish face has not disappeared, but it has a transcendent Buddha nature. His eyes were closed, his hands were folded, and his red lips were not inferior to the maple leaves on his head. The nose is straight and straight, and the contours of the muscles and bones are smooth and firm.

There was a diamond bead on his forehead, half hidden in his skin, half in his bones. Standing in the rain. Under the light of the red maple, his body is like glass, infinitely clear.

After Yang Wanwan woke up, she burst into tears again.

She recorded yesterday's dreams and looked at her watch, it was twelve o'clock.

It's time to go to sleep, I wonder what I'll dream about tonight?

The alarm clock ticks and ticks.

Red maple, drizzle, monk.

The man was facing her, his hands folded.

One point.

One second.

For a while.

Don't you have anything to say to me?" Yang Wanwan's consciousness in her dream asked this question.

The man was silent. Keep your eyes closed.

Yang Wanwan just looked at him like this.

The rain was heavier, and the red maple dropped a few leaves under the beating of the wind and rain. The rain slid across the man's face, making him even paler.

The next moment, the man had opened his eyes.

White kudzu cloth monk's robe, soap-colored gold-rimmed robe. A little bit of diamond beads in the center of the eyebrows. Clear inside and out, clean and flawless.

But that eye burned red. So out of place.

Blood and tears flowed from the red eyes, mixed with rain, staining the monk's robes.

He opened his mouth, his voice low but full of infinite sorrow, and he said, "I...... Unwilling. ”

Yang Wanwan couldn't help but want to stretch out her hand and get closer. But in front of her, there seemed to be an invisible wall of air, preventing her from approaching.

The two were separated by one side.

She could only listen, and the man said over and over again, "I...... Unwilling. ”

Yang Wanwan shed tears. For the first time, she cried in a dream.

His face was so turbulent that he couldn't tell whether it was rain or teardrops.

She traced the face of the man in the distance with her fingers and said softly, "My ...... Buddha. ”

Wake up from a dream.

Yang Wanwan pulled the quilt over her head.

The sadness in the dream was so unforgettable that it burned her heart and her throat was sore.

Who are you?

Yang Wanwan took a few tissues and wiped away her tears.

"Ding Dong-" The mobile phone rang, and it was my cousin calling.

As soon as she connected, her cousin's lively voice came along the invisible signal, "Wanwan, do you still want to go to Nanling?"

Yang Wanwan took a deep breath and said, "Okay." ”

In the dream, the man.

White kudzu cloth monk's robe, soap-colored gold-rimmed robe.

Buddha-nature detachment.

But his eyes are demonic.

My Buddha.