He Tianran disappeared again, so suddenly and silently.

In the octagonal pavilion in the mountains, only Wen Liang was lonely, with tears streaming down his face.

She knelt feebly in the pavilion, thinking carefully about what He Tianran had just said to herself, and the meaning of the young man's words, "I said I loved you thirteen years ago."

The sadness of parting didn't stop her from thinking, and a thought kept rising in her head.

Subconsciously, she thought of Cao Aiqing, and thought of the bride's beautiful but fragile face when she left.

The reason why the young man had disappeared was because he did not belong to this world, and he wanted to return to the original fate that had been accepted, and only then could he stand in front of him and say all the words of forgiveness honestly.

Because only after experiencing everything can we truly let go and forgive.

This is the young man, he can't do it anyway.

"Let's get acquainted again."

Wen Liang waited for this sentence for many years.

At this moment, the shackles that she had been carrying in her heart were finally opened by the person she had always liked, and she was relieved.

But, in this way, what should Cao Aiqing do?

Did he save himself, but hurt another?

No, with Wen Liang's understanding of He Tianran, if he had experienced everything of this kind, he would definitely think of a way to make up for Cao Aiqing.

And this method is the root cause of Cao Aiqing's inexplicable roar to let Wen Liang and He Tianran's grudge come to an end!

The teenager He Tianran must have told Cao Aiqing another September story, so she didn't tell herself what the teenager who disappeared yesterday told her......

Wen Liang quickly came to the conclusion, thinking of this, she slowly stood up from the ground, just now He Tianran said that there will only be one him in this world, so he is not gone, but ......

She took out her mobile phone and trembled and dialed the phone number that He Tianran had used for thirteen years......

The wind in the mountains seems to be a bit noisy.

On the other end of the phone, after a short blind tone, it was miraculously connected!

A familiar but unfamiliar voice rang from the receiver of the mobile phone: "Hey, hello, who?" ”

For a while, the cool mood was turbulent, and she asked cautiously, "Yes...... Is He Natural? ”

"Well, it's me, are you?"

"I ...... I am...... It's cool. ”

The woman said her name, and she thought that the "He Tianran" on the other side would react when she heard this name, but she didn't expect the other party to pause, and it wasn't until half a while later that she spoke:

"Cool? That's a familiar name...... Do we know each other? ”

For a moment, Wen Liang was like being struck by lightning, and she muttered:

"I ...... We're high school classmates, you...... You remember me, right? In my junior year of high school, our school's orientation party ......"

Having said this, the other party obviously also remembered, and the tone was incredible after a long absence:

"Ahh I remember, it's you! I heard that Wen Liang became a star after you graduated, and at that time, our high school classmates discussed it for a while, but there has been no news of you on the Internet all these years...... I heard about you...... Cough...... Excuse me...... The first time I received a call from a celebrity, I was a little excited......"

Wen Liang was silent for a long time after listening to it, and the information revealed in the other party's words had already shown that this He Tianran was very strange to him, and he had not even been in touch for a long time.

Wen Liang knew the embarrassment of what he wanted to say and stopped, if he didn't help him turn over in reality, then maybe she was still hidden by the company, or she would have retired from the showbiz a long time ago.

But these are no longer important to her.

"You...... How are you doing now? Wen Liang asked softly.

"Huh? It's okay, didn't I do well in the college entrance examination that year, and I studied finance in college, which is a popular major, and now I am working in an investment bank, and I just bought ......a house not long ago."

Wen Liang was happy when she listened to his changed life, but the next sentence made her tremble in her heart, and she was dizzy for a while, and she only heard the person on the phone say happily:

"Oh yes, I'm getting married tomorrow, would you like to come over and have two glasses of wine? Those of us in high school must be excited to meet you! ”

"Knot...... Marriage? ”

"Yes, my lover you also know, it's Cao Aiqing! Hahaha, I'm still a little embarrassed to mention this, but I still want to thank you, if you hadn't taken the initiative to say a few words to me back then, the gossip in the class was flying, causing my little vinegar jar to be jealous, and approached me in a hurry, maybe I didn't have her now, now that I think about it, I'm really lucky, I was able to have an affair with two school girls when I was in high school...... Hahaha, just kidding, don't mind. ”

The words of "He Tianran" on the other end of the phone are sweet, and the happiness and joy are overflowing, but the warmth at this end is like falling into an ice cave, as if the souls in the body are frozen with a layer of frost.

"Congratulations...... Congratulations...... Natural. Insincere greetings came out of her mouth, and there was a chill in the sadness.

"Ha, thank you, thank you, Wen Liang, take a look at your time, you can come over when you are free, don't force it if you are not free, just bless it, in short, come or not, I will leave you a seat, if I didn't receive your call today, I almost forgot, you can be regarded as my matchmaker with Ai Qing!"

“…… Well, good. ”

As always, she didn't refuse, hung up the phone, and looked into the distance with her cool eyes.

It seems that the prank back then was stopped by Cao Aiqing in time.

He managed to rewrite all the stories and save everyone.

He's finally able to be with the people he likes the most.

This was supposed to be a blessed event.

However, he has also become an insignificant passer-by in his life, a memory that can be boasted of many years later, a Zhang San and Li Si who come when he is free and does not force him when he is free.

With her cool hands on her chest, tears could not stop dripping to the ground, and she breathed heavily, but every breath was accompanied by labor pains again and again.

Actually, I should be happy......

This is a dead knot that he has spent countless efforts to unravel.

You should be happy......

But why do I still have so many regrets and sorrows, and why do I remember all this......

Wen Liang washed his face with tears, and kept asking himself, but there was only one sentence, which echoed repeatedly in his heart-

They haven't started to get acquainted again.

If there is really such a thing as crossing in this world, then the most important thing is where the story ends, the important thing is that there was her in the story.

A thought is born, and a leap is born.

A figure fell straight into the sea of clouds.

The sorrow in the mountains is like the wind, but no matter what, it can't blow away a person's tears.

Between the mountain roads, an old man in monk's clothes walked slowly, and after stopping outside the pavilion for a long time, he sighed faintly at the long pavilion that was already empty.

"Resentment will be, love will part, and you can't ask for it, so that fate and fate will have no beginning and no end."

……

……

Wen Liang woke up from a coma, his vision hazy.

In front of me, the candle flame flickered dimly.

In the Buddha hall, an old monk sat in front of the Buddha.

Outside the hall, the sky was gray.

"Female donor, are you awake?" The monk's voice was gentle.

Wen Liang's spirit gradually cleared up, and the thrilling moment was still in front of her, and she was a little panicked: "Master...... I...... I'm not already ......."

"When the old man saw you crying and fainting in the pavilion outside the mountain, he felt pity for you, so he asked someone to carry you back."

After listening to the explanation, Wen Liang's mood slowly calmed down, and she regretted it for a while when she remembered her previous impulsive thoughts, but fortunately, everything should be an illusion after a coma, she stood up from the ground, looked at the old monk gratefully, and said:

"Thank you, Master, it's just that I still have a lot of urgent things to do, and I will definitely come to the door to thank you and donate incense to show my gratitude."

After speaking, she was about to leave, when she heard the old monk laugh slowly:

"Female donor, what's so anxious, you might as well talk to the old man, and I can also help you solve a problem or two."

"I ......"

Wen Liang wasn't sure if what had happened to her could be answered by the mage in front of her, and she just wanted to see He Tianran right away.

"Female donor, there is no Jiazi in the mountains, the vicissitudes of life are like floating clouds, and there is no obstacle for the donor to go, but this mountain road is rugged, and the donor goes all the way down, and I am afraid that the things I ask for will be forgotten."

As soon as the old monk spoke, Wen Liang already had an understanding in his heart.

It is not for nothing that He Tianran would choose to meet here.

Wen Liang was stunned at first, and then the next moment, she knelt in front of the monk reverently, looking sad and sad.

"Mage, what should I do......"

The old monk clasped his hands together, "Go down the mountain and forget all your troubles, is the donor willing?" ”

Wen Liang shook his head: "I don't want to." ”

The old monk asked again: "Staying in the mountains and confined to all joyful things, is the donor willing?" ”

Wen Liang shook his head again: "I don't want to." ”

"That'...... Escape into reincarnation, one day and one night, ten thousand deaths and ten thousand lives, ask for a thought and can't live temporarily, unless the karma is exhausted, you can be reborn, so that it continues, the donor is willing? ”

Wen Liang, who shook his head again and again before, replied decisively in the face of this most cruel choice:

"I do."

The old monk looked at the woman and resolutely decided, her demeanor flickered in the dim light of the candlelight, and the old monk sighed:

"When you get to the place of infatuation, when the cause is extinguished, I have three precepts, if the donor is willing to keep it, then go to the Buddha and light a lamp......"

The old monk stood up from the futon, the rosary in his hand turned, and he slowly came to the warm body.

"To the end of your life, not to be evil, can you hold it today?"

This sentence is talking about all kinds of evil deeds before Wen Liang.

"Yes."

"The end of the life, the momentum is not close, can you hold it today?"

The momentum is inexhaustible, the words cannot be exhausted, everything is too exhausted, and fate is bound to end early, this sentence is to let Wen Liang not be too persistent, and know how to be introverted and self-controlled.

Wen Liang hesitated for a moment, but still replied firmly: "Yes." ”

"As long as you can, don't be surprised, love and hate, can you hold it today?"

As soon as the words came into his ears, his cool body trembled slightly, and his inner struggle was repeated, and he couldn't speak for a long time.

She couldn't give an answer, or rather, she didn't want to.

The old monk knew that she was resisting, and comforted: "Female benefactor, nine times out of ten unsatisfactory things in the world, why can't you let go of it for a long time?" ”

Wen Liang raised his head and asked rhetorically:

"Master, if I have a clear conscience, why should I let go?"

The old monk closed his eyes, sang a Buddha horn, and then stopped admonishing.

"Let's light the lamp."

Wen Liang stood up, walked to the lamp in front of the Buddha, and slowly lit a candle.

A warm yellow flame lit up her face.

In the jumping firelight, she seemed to see a lot of the past......

A story unfolds, it can have an infinite number of endings, but, it can only have one beginning.

No one could raise a phoenix, but the phoenix flew to the sycamore.

No one could restrain the moonlight, but the moonlight spilled into the heavens and the earth.

Now that everyone has a place to belong,

So let the story,

Go ahead.

: There may be a final chapter in the evening, the end of the third volume.

(End of chapter)