The sun and the moon turn, and the dead leaves are red.

The blue and white Jiangnan town has another remnant of the sun.

The grass leaves are withered and yellow, and the weeping willows poke out thousands of fiber branches and swing into the river, and the willow leaves are still brought into the river by the flowing water.

The boat swayed and swept away the floating leaves in the water, and slowly passed under one small stone bridge after another, and the boatman would bow down every time he passed under the stone bridge.

Whenever a boat passed under the attic, someone would often look up at the white clothes above the attic and sigh regretfully.

Everyone in this small town in the south of the Yangtze River knows that not long after Su Juren got married, his wife suddenly disappeared.

Since then, Na Su Baiyi has been staying in the attic, either painting or playing alone.

Above the attic, Su Jingyan was still sitting there. The willow leaves outside the building were blown down by the wind, and the white Confucian clothes had already fallen a lot.

On that chessboard, I don't know how many games he has played alone.

This person's ability to play solo requires him to constantly switch roles and positions on both sides of the game, and he seems to have two general personalities and does not bother at all.

One plays chess freely, and the other plays chess with endless Confucianism.

After the first game, Su Jingyan was in a trance for a long time, and he lost again.

He turned his head to look at the scene outside the building and sighed...... Another season has passed.

...... Ning Baixue still didn't come back.

A person floated into the attic, looking at Su Jingyan, who had been sitting for a long time, and sighed deeply: "Amitabha Buddha ......"

"Since Xiaoyou has already let go of these thousands of bitter fruits, why should he pick them up again......

Su Jingyan looked at the old monk and raised his hand to point to the opposite position of the tea house: "Master Huikong, please sit down......"

"Amitabha Buddha ......" Master Huikong shook his head and sighed slightly, and sat opposite Su Jingyan.

Su Jingyan emptied the chessboard, put the two-colored chess pieces together, raised his head to look at Master Huikong, and asked slowly:

"What's next?"

Master Huikong looked at Su Jingyan deeply and smiled bitterly: "Then I will play a game with Xiaoyou......"

"If the visitor is a guest, let the master go first......" Su Jingyan said slowly.

Master Huikong nodded, took out a white piece, and slowly placed it on the chessboard.

Su Jingyan looked at the position of Master Huikong's fallen son, and laughed: "The master is still so safe......

"Fight or not, fight or fight, fight for ......," Master Huikong said slowly.

"Since it is not ...... to fight" Su Jingyan put down a sunspot and said slowly: "Why did the master give me a jade pendant that year and change my life for me?" ”

Master Huikong was stunned for a moment, and smiled bitterly at a chess piece that he put down, "Xiaoyou really picked it up......"

That year, the fortune teller who gave Su Jingyan a jade pendant before the township test was Master Huikong!

It was that jade pendant that made Su Jingyan's life different......

"If it's reincarnation, why go down the old path again?" Master Huikong asked.

Su Jingyan looked up at Master Huikong and smiled, "Master is really magical......

"No......" Master Huikong shook his head, looked at Su Jingyan and said slowly:

"The magic is the little friend......"

Su Jingyan smiled, put down a sunspot, looked up and asked Huikong: "Since that's the case...... The master thinks it's ......."

"Am I his reincarnation, or is he my reincarnation?"

Master Huikong raised a white chess piece and didn't put it on the board for a long time before he spoke, "Is there a difference?" ”

Su Jingyan looked at Huikong and finished speaking, and after making a move, he also put down a chess piece that seemed to have nothing to do with before, "Naturally...... I am Su Jingyan, and he is Su Mo. ”

"If this reincarnation is true, then Su Mo is false. If that reincarnation is true, then Su Jingyan is false......."

"The Buddha said: The heart cannot be obtained in the past, the heart cannot be obtained now, and the heart cannot be obtained in the future...... "Master Huikong said slowly.

The heart is like a long river, just after saying 'future', the 'future' is already now, and just after saying 'now', it is already in the past.

"Xiaoyou looks at reincarnation outside reincarnation, that is, Su Jingyan is true. Xiaoyou looks at reincarnation outside the reincarnation, and it is Su Mo who is the true ......"

"If you don't pick up the bitter fruit, the two reincarnations don't intersect......."

"But once a little friend picks up the past, the reincarnation is true both inside and out...... Su Mo and Su Jingyan are both little friends......"

"In the eyes of the poor monks, it makes no difference......

"Everything in this reincarnation is fake except for Xiaoyou."

Su Jingyan nodded, agreeing that the reincarnation was true inside and out. But then he shook his head again: "What the master said is not entirely right......

"Even if I don't pick up the past, the two reincarnations also intersect, and it's not just me who is real......"

"Oh?" Master Huikong said suspiciously, "Then what else is true?" ”

"And my wife....... Ning Baixue ......" Su Jingyan smiled.

“...... That stupid woman is also real......"

Although she is a silly woman, her tone is full of care and pity.

Master Huikong was stunned for a moment, looked at Su Jingyan deeply, and when he lowered his head and was about to fall again, he found that there was nowhere to fall......

"Master, you lost ......"

Master Huikong's eyes flashed with realization, and he finally put down the chess pieces in his hand......

"Secondly......" Su Jingyan looked at Master Huikong again, and asked slowly, "Does the master really think that this reincarnation is all fake?" ”

"What did Xiaoyou see?" Master Huikong asked.

"If everything in reincarnation is fake, why does the master still recognize me?"

Master Huikong shook his head, looked at Su Jingyan but didn't say anything more.

"All appearances are vain. If you see things that are not the same, you will see them as they are......" Su Jingyan said.

"The reincarnation in this reincarnation mirror is really ..... because of me"

The wind blew the dead leaves into the attic......

The twin delphiniums under the eaves of the attic have not returned.

"Why hasn't Xiaoyou returned?" Master Huikong asked.

Su Jingyan sighed and looked at the sky:

"Still waiting for my wife......"

......

Autumn goes to winter, and time goes quietly.

Snow fell again in the south of the Yangtze River, and the snow piled up on the cyan lacquer tiles, reflecting the vast blue and white color.

The Divine Domain was closed, and Ning Baixue still didn't come back......

Su Mo looked at the vast scenery outside, sighed, and caressed the white Confucian clothes woven by Ning Baixue on his body, the fragrance on it had long since faded after a year of wind and rain.

Su Mo got up slowly, and the white Confucian clothes on his body instantly appeared with golden dragon patterns......

Su Mo got up suddenly, blended into the void, and came to a place with the appearance of a falling sun.

"This woman...... How dare you deceive me ......"

Su Mo seemed to have a trace of resentment towards the woman in his mouth.

In the vast snow, Su Mo found that familiar place and slowly spoke:

"This shore is the other shore..."

"Er's tomb is my family'......"

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