"It doesn't matter if you don't want to marry someone, or if you don't want to marry Huo Lanyuan, I won't force it anymore, but," Shen Pingru turned around, put his hands behind his back, and paused for a while before he said slowly, "You alone can't marry Xuanyi, you can't marry that monk." ”

"Why?" Shen Qingjun didn't want to, she just heard this, and her eyes were already red, "Just because he's a monk? Xuanyi, he can return the vulgar, he must be willing, he must be willing!"

"Qingjun," Shen Pingru gritted his teeth, his eyebrows were furrowed, although he didn't see anger, but his tone was indistinguishable, "I only have this one request, please agree to be a father." ”

"I don't, I've made his promise, and I said I wouldn't lie to him. Shen Qingjun said, kneeling on the ground, she wrinkled her face and pleaded, "He said, I am his inner demon." How can I ...... How can you leave him ......?"

"Qingjun, a man in this world, you can marry whoever you want, you love you for your father, and I wish you would always be happy. However, there is only Xuanyi, only him, you can't marry him. Shen Pingru turned around, walked to Shen Qingjun's side, and half-bent down, wanting to help her daughter, but was met with her stubborn resistance.

"Why?" Shen Qingjun was puzzled, raised her face and asked, over and over again, she was not angry, just endless sadness, "Why?

"Qingjun, you won't understand," Shen Pingru's forehead wrinkled deeply, one by one, each one seemed to hide secrets large and small, guiding others to find out, "I didn't want to mention the past." ”

"Father, I want him," Shen Qingjun raised his head one after another, not listening at all, "I want him, I just want him, and I ask my father to fulfill it." ”

"Don't kowtow again. Shen Pingru threw the tea bowl on the ground, the fragments scattered, and a sharp fragment cut through Shen Qingjun's forehead on the ground, and the resulting sores were exactly the same as the scar on Xuanyi's forehead, in the same position, and blood flowed down.

Shen Qingjun didn't feel the slightest pain, her eyes wet with tears, saw her father's already old face, and saw wrinkles. I usually didn't notice that there were more than just white temples, and I had been so merciless to my father in those years.

Shen Pingru was silent for a long time, and finally made up his mind, and began to say in a slow tone: "Qingjun, please listen to my story and then make your own decision."

More than 20 years ago, Nightless just shined in the capital. What has made the night brilliant is not only my hard work many times, but also the swagger of the two women. One of these women is familiar to you, and it is none other than the Red Sleeves who is close to you. And the other, named 'Siluo', plays the pipa well. The two of them, one is elegant, the other is delicate.

Although he was a prostitute, he made many princes and nobles haunted by their dreams and voluntarily fell under the skirts of the two. After Red Sleeves and Siluo became famous, they brought up the business of Sleepless, so that Sleepless became the existence of restaurants in the capital today.

That silk is so beautiful that even now, it is still stunning. How many princes and nobles have spent a lot of money just to spend a good night with her. But she's proud in her bones......"

Shen Qingjun didn't know how long she had listened to it, but she felt that this story was so long that she didn't come to her senses after one night.

"Qingjun, what are you going to do?" Shen Pingru asked with his eyes closed.

"I'm looking for a groom. Shen Qingjun said softly, she freshened up, carefully painted her eyebrows, dotted her lips, applied some powder, and smeared rouge that showed her complexion.

The girl in the bronze mirror is delicate and pretty, not at all like she hasn't slept all night. She pushed open the door and saw Huo Lanyuan standing in the aisle, it seemed that he hadn't closed his eyes all night, he was cautious, "Qingjun." ”

Shen Qingjun didn't look at him, went downstairs, and got into the carriage. From the window of the carriage, Shen Pingru and Huo Lanyuan could be seen getting on the horse and following behind the carriage.

"Miss, where are you going?" asked the groom, whipping his whip.

"At the foot of Yanzhi Mountain. Shen Qingjun leaned his head on the road, feeling the bumps in the road.

It was a sunny day outside the window, but it was raining drippingly.

The sun is drizzling, and the maple leaves know autumn.

In the distance, you can see the red in the eyes. There was a maple tree that was so bright red that it rose to the sky, like a red that could drip blood.

This is the first tree in the continuous 100-mile maple forest on Yanzhi Mountain.

She made an appointment with Xuanyi to meet here at noon today.

The carriage approached little by little, Shen Qingjun covered his mouth, it was obviously the morning scene, birds chirping, but under the maple tree, there was already a person standing.

The man had his back to the place, wearing a white kudzu cloth monk's robe and a soap-colored gold-rimmed robe. The body is erect, like a pine. It was as if it had been there all night.

He tilted his head slightly, as if looking at the fire-like maple forest in front of him.

The rain washed down, little by little, getting bigger and denser. Dripping on the ground, it becomes a flower.

And the crown-shaped red maple is like a purple bamboo umbrella, helping the people under it to collect the drizzle. But in fact, the cunning rain will not be easily compromised, and they will fall down the maple leaves, wetting the monks' clothes.

The ruts were rolling, making a movement greater than the sound of rain, and the monk turned around and looked at this place, with a smile on his face, a smile she had seen yesterday, a smile he had not had in more than ten years.

He clasped his hands together, as if asking God for Buddha. Then, because he had received what he wanted, he closed his eyes and thanked God for his blessing. Like that, his body is like glass, infinitely clear. Clean and flawless inside and out.

The carriage stopped, and he was waiting for her to pass.

He opened his eyes, stared at her with burning red eyes, and moved his mouth, although the two were separated by a little distance and couldn't hear clearly, but Shen Qingjun knew that he was saying, "You are here." ”

He's been waiting for her, probably since the two of them separated last night.

When you wait for her, are you also full of anxiety, looking forward to the day rising soon?

Has he been standing under the red maple all night?

Shen Qingjun didn't move, and looked at him from the car window, looking at her sky.

The monk's nose was straight and straight, and the contours of his muscles and bones were smooth and firm. His eyebrows and glances have long been treasured in his heart, but he can't see enough.

Xu didn't see Shen Qingjun get out of the car, he was a little panicked, frowned, and asked, "Why haven't you come yet?"

Shen Qingjun frowned, and he couldn't tell whether the wetness was the rain floating into the window or tears.

The horses' hooves trampled on him, and the sound of two horses running slowly behind him was heard.

He looked over.

He saw the two men who were following the carriage. One is Huo Lanyuan, her future husband, and the other is Shen Pingru, her father in this life.

At first, he didn't understand, just frowned, and looked at her with red-hot eyes.

Then, perhaps reading something from Shen Qingjun's face, his eyes widened and he was stunned.

After a while, he moved his mouth again, and he said, "You are scorning me." ”

I don't know if it was an illusion or what, Shen Qingjun saw two blood and tears flowing down from his face, and the rain poured down, staining the monk's clothes.

He repeated, "You scorn me." ”

Red maple, drizzle, monk.

On that day, Baili Red Maple cried, shedding blood, and I don't know who inspired me.

Shen Qingjun pulled down the curtain and said to the groom, "Go back to Chang'an." ”

The ruts were rolling, but he couldn't stop one after another cone-shaped questions, his voice should have been inaudible, but Shen Qingjun heard it, clearly and clearly, he was saying, "I'm unwilling." ”

This sentence alone was repeated several times, and it never disappeared.

Word by word, word by word.

On this day, Shen Qingjun's sky fell. Her Buddha is gone.

She lost her Buddha.

Xuanyi, her Buddha, white kudzu cloth monk's robe, soap-colored gold-rimmed robe.

Buddha-nature detachment.

But his eyes are demonic.

He was waiting for her. But I can't wait.