"You know, after the Sprinkle family became a monk, what did your father do to your mother?!"

"What did my father do to my mother?"

The fearless monk was angry, not only his eyes were red, but his nose was also red, as if he was about to cry. He was such a strong man as a mountain with an almost aggrieved expression in front of me, which did not make people feel sad, but embarrassed. However, he didn't seem to want me to comfort him, he just wiped his face with his sleeve, and then said: "Miss, you don't know, your father is a bully because he is rich and powerful in Xichuan!" ”

“……”

"He locked up your mother for more than two years!"

The teacup in my hand fell, smashing to the ground with a thud.

"What did you say?!"

I couldn't believe my ears, and I stared at the fearless monk with wide eyes: "You say, my father has locked up my mother for more than two years?" ”

"That's right! And send someone to guard it! Don't open the door, don't let her out, don't let people in to see her. If it weren't for your mother's words to suppress me and not let me come nonsense, the Sprinkle family would have torn you apart Yan Muzhi a long time ago! For more than two years, I delivered some meals every day. Your dad didn't even look at her! ”

"He, why did he lock up my mother?"

"Why is it off? Hum! The fearless monk said indignantly: "Your mother was imprisoned for more than two years before she was released, and she agreed to marry him after she was released." Why do you say it's off! ”

My brain buzzed, as if I had been struck by lightning, my neck was stiff, and I came back to my senses in a trance for a while: "My mother originally refused to marry my father?" ”

"Of course!" The fearless monk slammed the table: "Your father is rich and powerful, and he looks better." But so what, there are men with bells and whistles everywhere, how many can you know that you are in pain? Take the Sprinkle family as an example, for your mother, you can also fight for your life! ”

I grabbed his monk's robe, still gasping a little: "You mean, my father locked her up in order to force my mother to marry her." Locked up for two years, and then my mother-"

"Your mother didn't do it voluntarily, she didn't agree until she had no choice!"

After hearing his last words, my hand holding the monk's robe was released, but the person shook a little indistinctly, only to feel that my eyes were dark, and the world seemed to be darkened.

The pictures in the memories are strangely vivid.

I remember when I was a child, every day my father came back to accompany us after a busy day's affairs, and would lie on the windowsill of the small building in the middle of the lake with me, throwing fish food into the water, looking at the goldfish fluttering and grabbing food, my father and I laughed happily; At this time, two small bowls were brought to us, containing half a bowl of orange cheese and some crushed ice, and my father and I took the spoon and ate a spoonful, and both of us were sour and squinted, and my mother smiled and swept away all the fish food we had left on the windowsill with a handkerchief; When I finished eating the dessert, my father either took me to write under the lamp or taught me to read poems, and my mother sat next to me, holding a fan and gently shaking it at us twice, with a gentle smile on her face.

No matter how I think about it, those memories are warm.

Even after a long time of earth-shaking changes, I can rely on these warm memories to get by.

But I couldn't have imagined that their marriage was formed under the compulsion of my father, although in my memory, there doesn't seem to be any drama between them, but for such a long time, my mother walked by with a smile, and even after being kicked out of the Yan family, her smile did not get tired, nor did she say a word of complaining about my father.

If she was really forced to marry my father, why didn't I see her hate for so many years after?

So, what about my dad?

He repented of his marriage for my mother and abandoned the second miss of the Xue family, I thought it should be that the two of them loved each other very much, and the decision he made, who knew that it was not, just last night, I knew that he just saw my mother, and immediately faced his own family affairs, and he resolutely refused to worship the church, leaving behind the bride in the wedding hall.

But now, what I didn't expect was that after this qiē, it was he who locked up my mother for more than two years and forced her to agree to marry him.

So, the brutal truth!

What kind of person is he?

Why do I seem, I never recognized, my parents, the years I spent with them?

By the time I left the dreadnought monk's monastery, the morning mist had completely lifted.

The sunlight shines through the accumulated clouds, casting dappled light and shadow on the mountain, and the clouds continue to change and project, forming a bizarre image.

It's like those images in my memory.

It turns out that there is no real one.

Step by step, I walked up the stone steps built along the mountain, the low eaves of the corridor were almost within reach, and in a short time, I had already reached the place where the light and shadow were constantly flowing, but when I stood there, I did not feel at all that I was in the constantly changing and flowing light and shadow.

It's just because I'm in this mountain.

Unconsciously, I have walked to the deepest part of Tianmu Temple in Tallinn, which is also on the top of the mountain, the clouds and mist here are even thicker, the air is full of a faint smell of water, and the grass leaves under my feet are full of condensed dewdrops, and the original crystal clear dew has become a little chaotic because of the fog around it.

I felt a chill at my ankles, it was the dew that had **** the corners of the skirt, soaked through the shoes and socks, I gently lifted the corner of the skirt, and I heard a burst of happy laughter in front of me, breaking the solemn silence in this piece of Tallinn.

The chaotic dew was also brilliantly reflected by the colorful clothes in the mist.

As soon as I looked up, I saw Li'er running out from behind a pagoda with a bouquet of flowers in her hand.

When she saw me, she immediately shouted happily: "Mother! ”

Then, he threw himself into my arms.

I was knocked by her, but I felt the warmth and vitality brought by the warm and soft little body, and I couldn't help laughing, and lowered my head to stroke her hair that was also wet from the fog: "Li'er, why did you come here?" ”

"Daddy brought me over to play!"

"Oh?"

I raised my head and saw Pei Yuanxiu also walking out from behind Tallinn, and when he saw me, he immediately smiled and said, "You are here too." ”

"Hmm."

He looked at me again: "Your face doesn't seem to be very good. ”

"Really?" I reached out and touched my cheek, smiled and said, "Maybe I didn't sleep last night." ”

"You've been so tired lately, you need to get some rest."

"Got it."

I smiled, reached out and pinched the face of Li'er who was nested in my arms, looked around, and asked, "Hey, didn't Liu Qinghan come with you, why didn't you see him?" ”

As soon as these words came out, Li'er immediately pouted: "As soon as I go up the mountain, the third uncle will be gone." ”

"Oh?"

I glanced up at Pei Yuanxiu, and he nodded: "I don't know where he went." ”

Li'er pouted again: "We searched around but didn't find him." ”

"Probably, he didn't find you either, so let's go down the mountain."

After speaking, I raised my eyes to look at the solemn and quiet Tallinn in front of me, and behind Tallinn, the mountains and mountains in the distance, dense in the mist—there were some familiar scenery that had not yet appeared in front of me, but could not wait to stand out from the dust of memory.

At this time, Li'er sneezed.

I touched her body, her clothes were already relatively thin, because after playing in the fog for a while, they were a little moist, and hurriedly said, "Go down and change your clothes, you want to catch a cold like this!" ”

"But I still want to play."

"If you're sick, you'll have to drink medicine!"

As soon as Li'er heard it, she recalled the black decoction I had fried for her when she was sick, and she was immediately obedient, I handed her into Pei Yuanxiu's hands, he took Li'er's hand and was about to leave, and looked back at me: "You don't go down with us?" ”

"I want to go again, you guys go quickly."

"Good. Be careful, too, don't catch a cold. ”

He gave me a word of advice and left with Li'er.

I watched their backs disappear into the stone gate before I turned around and looked at the Tallinn in front of me.

This piece of Tallinn, in fact, at the beginning there was only a tall seven-storey eight-sided pagoda at the beginning, but because many monks of Tianmu Temple passed away and were buried here, it became the ancestor of Tianmu Temple here, and built the tomb tower of many monks. At that time, there were many monks who came to Middle Earth from the west, but because of the war in the Central Plains, they could only turn to Sichuan from Nian Baoyu, and they have been settled in Tianmu Temple, and after their deaths, they also built a tomb tower here, because they formed this solemn Tallinn in front of them.

That's not the main purpose of my visit today, though.

Walking slowly along the middle path, it was so quiet that I could hear the rustle of the soft grass with every step.

After a while, I was under the stupa.

At this time, the sunlight pierced through the layers of clouds and mist, and sprinkled on the top of the mountain.

And in the mist, I saw in the distance, a rolling mountain range that had almost merged with the blue sky and white clouds, under the light of the sun, revealing a strange crimson, and even the surrounding clouds seemed to be dyed such a crimson.

Yun Chifeng.

The scenery that caught my eye was not much different from the one depicted on that painting.

It's just that there is one figure missing.

I stood on the top of the mountain, quietly looking at the picturesque scenery in front of me, I could see the same scenery as him, but I couldn't understand his mood at that time, and what he did later.

This dusty past is impossible to get over after all.

Just as I was standing quietly, suddenly, there was a whirring wind overhead, and I subconsciously turned around and looked up, only to feel a white shadow flashing in front of me.

I was startled, subconsciously staggered a step, and when I looked up again, I realized that it was a snow-white shirt blown by the wind, and a shadow fluttering in the wind. On the third floor of the pagoda, Liu Qinghan, dressed in a snow-white robe, was standing there, looking down at me in surprise.