The sky is blue, and the clouds are full of shadows. The fragrance of flowers and plants wafts leisurely, and the mountain stream flows from top to bottom, like the sound of nature. The view of the ruins is hidden under a few vigorous pines and cypresses, enter the archway, only to see few people, a quiet and solemn.

The four wooden lamp stands in the Sanqing Hall are lit with tall candles, illuminating the main hall brightly. There is a big sandalwood case under the statue of the ancestor of Sanqing Dao, the case is covered with scripture calligraphy, and there are several inkstones on display, the pen holder is inserted with wolf hair, there are several futons next to the case, the young man sits on the futon, and buries his head in copying the scriptures.

The sandalwood is curling, wisps, and the sweetness in the aroma makes people dizzy. There was a sound of footsteps at the end of the corridor, the young man looked out, and the little Taoist boy respectfully saluted outside the door: "Young Master Liu, someone asks to see you." ”

The young man was annoyed when he copied the scriptures, raised his hand and signaled the little Taoist boy to close the door and not disturb him, and said in a muffled voice: "No, no, no!" ”

Xiao Daotong honestly closed the door, and continued to say through the door: "Young Master Liu, that person said that his surname is Shen, and he is here to copy the scriptures for you." ”

Hearing this, the young man was overjoyed, and hurriedly instructed Xiao Daotong: "It's Brother Jue, please!" ”

Before the words fell, the man held an oil-paper umbrella and pushed the door in. The moist night breeze blows away the sweetness of the sandalwood in the main hall, bringing the freshness of a rainy night. The young man immediately threw down the wolf who copied the scriptures to greet him, but he didn't expect that when he stood and moved, he affected the whiplash on Bai Ri's body, and the sweat of the pain was like rain, and he didn't realize that his movements slowed down a lot.

"Does the injury still hurt?" The man put away the oil-paper umbrella, shook the rainwater on the umbrella cloth, stood it by the door, and said with concern: "If it hurts, move less, be careful of scars in the future." ”

The young man wanted to be coquettish, but suddenly caught a glimpse of the man's long sleeves being wet by the slanting wind and drizzle, so he gasped, forced himself not to show a painful expression, and said continuously: "It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt, Brother Jue doesn't have to worry about it." ”

The man trembled when he heard the young man's voice, and then saw that the young man's clothes were soaked with layers of sweat and stuck to his body, and sighed slowly and said: "Don't be strong, you will apply gold sore medicine honestly later." ”

The young man still endured the pain and sat upright, smiling like the rising sun: "Why did Brother Jue come here, does my father know?" ”

The man walked to the stove and poured the boy a cup of hot tea, and said, "My stepmother asked me to come, look what I brought you?" As he spoke, he took out a piece of silk wrapped in oiled paper from his bosom and put it on the desk.

The boy took it and opened it carefully, and the contents were elegantly made, crispy and delicious, and it was actually his favorite lotus crisp. He stuffed one into his mouth, it tasted very good, and the one that Brother Jue personally bought for him was a hundred times more delicious than what others bought. Raising his eyes, the man was distracting about the miscellaneous items in the hall, the young man's eyes flickered, and he suddenly frowned slightly, revealing a bitter color: "Oops-"

Sure enough, the man turned around and asked, "The wound hurts?" ”

The young man's eyes were narrow and narrow, and the candlelight was flowing in the rainy night, and he nodded embarrassedly: "Brother Jue, Lin'er hurts so much......"

The half-rectified incense case was put on hold, and the man took the gold sore medicine to help the young man to the couch: "Let me see, where is the wound hurt?" ”

The young man was originally strong, but when he took off his boots, he collapsed on the couch made of straw mats, and his whole body ached. The man reached out to untie the belt of the young man's waist, and the young man dodged and held the man's hand tightly: "Brother Jue, I'll just rest and rest......"

"How can I get good without medicine?" The man's slender hand broke free and untied the boy's clothes. Perhaps because he was afraid that his movements would be too big and affect the wound, his movements were light and soft, his nine-foot-long waist seal fell to the ground, and his plain clothes were removed, and the back was full of mottled and interlaced bruises, and the wound was shocking.

The boy was lying on the soft couch, his heart pounding. Burying his head in the crook of his arm, he felt a chill in his back, he subconsciously turned around, it turned out that the man dipped in a wet towel and smeared the gold sore medicine, and applied it to the scar little by little.

"It doesn't hurt anymore after taking the medicine." Seeing the young man shaking violently, the man thought that his wound was in pain, so he hurriedly slowed down his movements a lot, took a thin coat and put it on him, and went to test the temperature of his forehead, and after making sure that the young man was fine, he slowly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Brother Jue......

"Come, Lin'er," the man avoided the young man's gaze and turned his head slightly, looking out through the half-covered window, and smiled lightly: "You rest, I'll copy the scriptures for you." ”

How was the young man willing to let the man tired, he turned over and stopped him: "Brother Jue is tired all day, Lin'er is at fault, and he is willing to be punished." ”

The night is quiet and the mountain is empty, the mountain silence in the middle of the night is only the sound of rain accompanied by the sound of insects, the misty night fog is light, the April fragrance of the world has been exhausted, and the peach blossoms of the mountains and forests are still swaying. The man wore a plain veil straight, holding a book and leaning against the window, and when he turned the book, his clothes hung down with the movement, outlining a slender figure, and a pair of butterfly bones loomed.

It was the night when the rain was gone, and when the black clouds were gone, the moon was already high in the sky. The suppressed desires are intertwined, the indescribable emotions are quietly diffused, the slender figure lingers in the mind, and the heart is more and more impetuous. I couldn't figure it out, so I simply left my chaotic thoughts behind. The boy tiptoed to the edge of the bed and sat down, but saw the man sleeping soundly and lying in his clothes. At the beginning of the love, where to care what temple enshrined in the Sanqing Dao Ancestor, the three caves of the true scriptures. After a long time, the boy stretched out his fingertips and secretly touched the man's face.

The moonlight pierced through the windows, leaving silver frost all over the temple. Two feather-soaked gray swallows perched on the windowsill, whispering affectionately and unguardedly. The corners of the boy's mouth lifted slightly, and he sprinkled the leftover lotus crisp on the windowsill. The two gray swallows chirped a few times, as if to express their gratitude, and then left the main hall and flew in different directions.

The early morning sun is shining, and the birds are chirping. The young man's injuries were not serious, and he would be recuperated overnight after applying gold sore medicine, and he recovered most of the time. After copying the scriptures, on the way down the mountain, the two walked one after the other. A willow tree in front of the archway swings with the wind, graceful and colorful, and the strength of the pine and cypress next to it is very different. The young man stopped in front of the tree for a while, raised his hand and folded off a willow branch and said: "Tomorrow is Qingming, please ask Brother Jue to bring this willow branch to my aunt and uncle for Lin'er, Lin'er can't sweep the tomb in person, but I ask my aunt and uncle to know Lin'er's mind under the spring." ”

The sun shone on the man's snow-white robe, like a golden veil. Taking the willow branch, the man touched the top of the boy's head. Even the light of the colorful glazed tiles on the roof of the hall is not as dazzling as the sunlight shining on the man.