"Did you really love her?"

When Zhao Tangli woke up from his dream, he often thought of the girl in his dream.

His memories suddenly came back one day, and in a trance it was as if he was still in a dream, and most of the time he spent spent was like something that happened yesterday.

In his dream, he liked a girl named Ding Bao.

In the dream, he was a little monk who had just come down the mountain, she was a tea picker who lived at the foot of the mountain with her old father, it was raining when they first met, and a thin layer of mist floated in the distant mountains, hazy and enchanting, the air was filled with a sweet smell, and the clothes would be wet after a while.

Ding Bao, a tea picker, was carrying a basket of new tea on her back, walking down the mountain step by step, her head was lowered, her hair was wet with mist, and her light cyan gown was attached to her body, outlining a beautiful curve.

The little monk silently recited the indecent disrespect, and stepped forward to ask for directions.

The tea picker raised her head, and her eyes were like the thick green distant mountains, floating with a faint mist, the water was smart, round and black, and she was well-behaved like a small animal living in the tea mountain.

The little monk was injured on the way down the mountain, and he was chased by a wild wolf, and he was missing a shoe and a broken arm, but even then he straightened his back and was gentle and polite.

"Why are you going to go to the monk?"

"Master asked me to go down the mountain and train for three years."

"It will take a year and a half for your arm to be raised, so go back with me, village doctor."

The little monk looked at his arm, thinking that he was already in the mortal world, and thought in his heart that he would start the three-year covenant from now on.

"Then I'll be here for a while."

Half a year later, his broken arm grew up, and the little monk was about to leave, and the tea picker told him.

"It's almost the New Year, the family is reunited, it's not interesting for you to go to the town alone, it's better to stay at my house for the New Year before leaving."

The little monk hesitated, looked into the eyes of the tea picker, and finally decided to stay for a mundane year before leaving.

On the fifteenth day of the first month, the little monk was leaving, and the tea picker asked him to stay and help sow the seeds.

This one, it's time to pick the old tea again.

The tea picker always had an excuse for him to stay.

The little monk who has just entered the WTO always has an excuse to stay for a few more days.

And so it was, year after year.

Three years have passed.

The little monk is going back to the mountain.

"Isn't the world bad?"

The tea picker looked at the little monk with a lot of sadness in the smile in her eyes.

"Amitabha...... Ding Bao, Master is very old, and I want to go back to serve the Green Lantern Ancient Buddha in his place. ”

The little monk lowered his head and prepared to leave.

Behind him came the voice of a tea picker.

"What about me?"

Once this sentence is asked, there is no way back between the two.

The little monk didn't look back, he stood in place and was silent for a long time, looking at the Buddha beads in his hand, and finally all his emotions turned into a sigh.

"Our fate is only three years, and I have also felt the warmth and coldness of human affection in the world, I am just the most insignificant passer-by in your life, and there is no need to be nostalgic."

In the end, the little monk left.

He has always been soft-hearted, and he never turned back because of the choking sound of the tea picker.

His master confessed.

Lust is a catastrophe in his life.

After this calamity, he will become a Buddha.

Between the Buddha and the tea picker, he chose the former.

Later, he inherited the temple and became the new abbot.

That year, the little disciple went down the mountain to practice, and he instructed the little monk.

"Don't stay in one place for more than a year."

The little monk was ignorant.

"Why, Master?"

The old monk accompanied by the green lantern and looked up at the corner of the mountain, just like in the past few decades.

"I'll tell you when you get back."

Three years later, the little monk returned to the mountain, and his original immature face was much calmer and more indifferent.

He told Master about the interesting things that happened at the foot of the mountain and what he felt in it.

"There is another strange thing, that is, the tea mother-in-law at the foot of the tea mountain, who has never married in her life, has no children and no daughters, will send us past monks some tea, and will ask me, will the monk be tempted, I don't know how to answer her, but I have no desire for Buddha, and if I want to become a true Buddha, I will definitely not be tempted, so I replied to her, no. Later, before I went up the mountain, I heard that the tea lady had hanged herself, and she was still holding a Buddhist bead in her hand. ”

The little monk said to himself.

I didn't even notice that the master sitting opposite had already clenched the Buddhist beads in his hand, and for the first time, his always indifferent and compassionate face showed a similar sadness.

Later, Master passed away.

The little monk became someone else's master.

When he told his disciples about the past, he always brought up one thing.

"Master always says that he is right for all sentient beings, but he is sorry for one person, and over time this becomes an obsession, unforgettable until death, and the most unforgettable thing in the world is this kind of unobtainable person."

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