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The little monk insisted on ringing the bell every day, and the abbot of the empty edge recited and copied books every day.

And under that tree, there are people tying red cloths every day.

Everyone who came to Qianyuan Temple knew that there was a man in this temple who was picking up the red cloth that had been deceived every day, and then flew to the tree to pick up the broken red cloth.

Day after day, never stopping.

No one has ever seen him disappear or rest.

He seems to be very energetic, he doesn't know how to be tired, he doesn't know how to be hungry.

Unless the little monk comes to bring him food, he will eat a few bites.

The bell would ring every day, and the little monk could only touch the lowest branch to the second branch.

This year's snow season came very early, and the edge stepped on the early morning point to deliver food under the tree.

Master was merciful and made an empty piece of land under the tree and built a house, although it was simple, but fortunately it was able to enjoy the cool in summer and keep out the cold in winter.

"Big brother, it's time to eat!" There was a knock at the door.

After that, I put the meal on the ground at the entrance as usual.

He knew that the big brother would come to pick it up.

When I turned around, the red cloth of the tree became more and more, and the knots were tied more and more, and some of the red cloths were connected three or four times, but they were still breaking.

The door creaked in.

"Big brother!" A cry of surprise from the edge.

This big brother has been here for a year, but he doesn't say a word, he is always silently picking up the red cloth, although he doesn't smile, but he is very good to him.

They will pick fruit for him, they will bathe him, and they will take care of him when he is sick.

But they were calling him an unfamiliar name over and over again.

Adeon ...... Who is it?

The man stood at the door, still full of vigor and handsomeness, but his eyes seemed to be frozen, hollow and lifeless.

Yuanli walked over and picked up the bowl, "Big brother, let's eat fast while it's hot." ”

Under the tree.

The man squatted on the altar and ate his meal, without restraint or deliberately fiddling with dignity.

The little monk squatted beside him.

In winter, there are very few people at the temple, and the people who come to pray for blessings every day can count them on one hand.

"Big brother, are you going to pick up the red cloth again today?"

After the man finished his last bite of food, he was finally willing to turn his eyes to look at him, "Call uncle." ”

The little monk was stunned and looked at him in shock, "Big brother, have you finally spoken?" ”

He remembered that the last time his eldest brother spoke to him was half a year ago.

It was the time when I called him Adeir.

"Call uncle."

Yuan Li was slightly stunned, grinned, and his teeth were white, "Uncle." ”

The man then withdrew his gaze.

One big and one small squatted in the jar, and a pair of pigeons flew over, one with its head down and pecking at something in the snow, while the other was pecking at it, especially like a small couple quarrelling, and a man coaxing a woman.

"Big brother...... Well, uncle, look at them, how interesting, like a couple. ”

The man's eyes fell on the pigeon's body without wavering.

"Uncle, do you still have a family?" The little monk thought he was alone, otherwise why would he come to the temple.

I waited for a long time, until the pigeons flew away, and then waited for my uncle to speak.

"Yes."

"Are your parents, wife and children here?" Doubts in the fate.

The man was silent.

He didn't know, and he didn't want to know anymore.

Suddenly, a crying voice came.

When she turned around, she saw a woman looking at a broken red cloth from a tree, crying very sadly.

Yuanli pretended to sigh as the master did, "Hey, feelings." ”

After the exclamation mark, he turned his head again, "Uncle, have you ever loved?" Is the taste of love sweet or bitter? Is it addictive? Why do those people still insist on crying like that? ”

The man's gaze was fixed on the weeping woman over there, and he lowered his eyes.

"I don't love it anymore."

Loved, but don't want to love anymore.

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