Luo Xiangzhu wiped away his tears and said softly: "Amian, are you back?" How about not being given by that person? ”

Ye Wuxian smiled and said, "Miss, don't worry, I'm with this person, I'm fine." ”

Luo Xiangzhu's heart moved, and he thought: "The meaning of Amian's words, could it be that he is fine, and Qian Boning is ill?" ”

Seeing that his eyes were like a galaxy and Zhizhu was in his hand, he wanted to laugh a little, but because Lin Yu was chasing aside, he didn't laugh.

Sleepless at night said: "This bowl of lotus seed soup was made by me in the back kitchen, Miss, if you don't go to Uncle Tan's place to eat, you can drink porridge first." ”

The porridge was fragrant, and it was made at night, Luo Xiangzhu's eyes smiled crookedly, "Mmmm" twice, and took a few bites.

Hearing the sound of swallowing saliva on the side, and seeing Lin Yuchai staring at the porridge in the bowl, he almost didn't hesitate, so he pushed the bowl in front of her: "Sister Yuchai, you can also eat something!" ”

Lin Yuchai was about to say, "Okay! ”

However, the damn sense of reserve in his heart turned the words that came to his lips into: "No, no, no, I won't eat it." You've eaten it, and your saliva is on the spoon. ”

After saying this, she almost jumped up, and roared in her heart: "Lin Yu chases, Lin Yu chases, what are you talking about?!" ”

A pair of eyes looked at Luo Xiangzhu helplessly, as if to say, "I'm sorry, I said the wrong thing." ”

Luo Xiangzhu smiled lightly, saw through it without saying anything, and deliberately said: "Okay!" Sister Yu Chai dislikes me, so I have to eat alone. ”

Lin Yuchai hurriedly grabbed her and grinned: "Good sister, good sister!" My sister is wrong, my sister is wrong, quickly give me this huge and delicious porridge to eat. ”

Sleepless smiled at this scene, quietly turned around, walked out, and came to a small courtyard where no one was around.

This small courtyard is different from other places, there are not many flowers and plants, only bare mud surface, in this autumn cloudy day, it looks a little desolate. In addition, the inaccessible and secluded path, the literati who are good at sad spring and autumn come here, and they will inevitably cry.

Sleepless at night is a native of Luoyang, Henan, where is the north, and the autumn fields in the north are similar to this.

He said in his heart: "I didn't expect that in the small courtyard of his hometown, he could actually feel the autumn of his hometown." ”

After thinking about it again, he said: "I was born in Luoyang, which is my hometown." However, the happiest years of my life were spent in Hunan. In Hunan, I met the old man and the young lady, and they all treated me very well, and they were all good people in the world. With them, how can Hunan be regarded as a foreign country?

Hunan accent, I have almost learned it, go out to speak, who can hear my Luo Yin? Diet, the rice in the south of the Yangtze River, the yellow bone fish in the lake, I like it very much, but the soup soup cakes and cakes in my hometown, except for the occasional meal or two, the taste of my childhood, I almost forgot all about it. Now I can almost be regarded as a Hunan person, how can Hunan be regarded as a foreign country to me! ”

His mind became an unrestrained bird.

After a while, he flew to a tree in the sad winter of his hometown, and the flowers and leaves of the tree had fallen, leaving only the wilting branches, and a lonely goose was falling on the branches and chirping, crying blood;

After a while, I flew to the great river in the southern autumn, on the river, full of dangers, a boat with ill intentions was moving, two young boys and girls, leading horses, got on the boat, and sat on the uncertain future......

The two pictures, switching back and forth, the small courtyard where they are located has also become the background board in the two images, and there is no high-walled courtyard anymore, the deep house is thick, and there is only the heart door that is repeatedly opened and closed.

When he laughs, the door of his heart opens, and when he is sad, the door of his heart closes.

When he laughed, the lone goose was summoned by another flock of geese and flapped its wings and flew south; When he was sad, people saw the body of the lonely goose in the spring of the following year.

There was a pain in the skull, and the picture on the Xiangjiang River became weird.

The young man with the sword, attacked by the bandits, outnumbered, knew that there was no hope of escape, and threw the pine sword into the river. The bandits smiled in victory, killed the boy, defiled the girl, and threw their bodies into the pool behind the bamboo hut on the mountain.

The white bones that floated in the pool have since become two more. The resentment in the bamboo hut disturbed the candles in the cave room in the middle of the night.

"Bang!" Sleepless at night, he suddenly roared and slapped his head hard, "It's not like this, it's not like this!" The boy wins, the boy wins!

Under the encouragement of the girl, he did not give up easily, did not give in easily, tried to find a way to save himself, played with the bandits in the palm of his hand, and finally turned the tables, killed all the bandits, fished out the bones of the snow in the pool, and found a justice for those women who died miserably......"

"It's not like that!"

He looked up to the sky and roared, his eyes red as fire.

But the picture on the Xiangjiang River has not changed, but is still automatically interpreting the sequel: the bones of the boy and the girl are in the pool, feeling extremely bleak and cold, and new bones are constantly being thrown in, and no one listens to their tragic lives.

Decades later, the bandits on the mountain died in the dead of 70 years, and this group of bandits were able to live to the age of old age.

……

Just when the sleepless night was about to go crazy, a green lotus quietly bloomed on his spiritual platform, emitting ten thousand golden lights.

At the same time, the picture is finally different:

The teenager who was driven into a desperate situation step by step is also thinking about saving himself step by step. The situation is getting more and more unfavorable, and although he is more and more sad, he is also getting stronger.

Finally, with his unremitting efforts, he leveled the crowd with a sword, and sat on the highest mountain with the girl, blowing the evening breeze, watching the sunset.

"When contemplating the bodhisattva of self-reliance, when he walks deep in Prajnaparamita, he sees that the five aggregates are empty, and he overcomes all suffering......

His lips opened slightly, and he recited the Prajnaparamita Heart Sutra.

Prajna means wisdom. Polo is the other side, and Mido is the arrival. The Heart Sutra is a wonderful way to reach the other side of wisdom.

However, some people have searched all their lives, but they have found that wisdom is always on the other side, always separated by an endless river.

So the man asked the Buddha, "When will you get to the other side of the world?"

The Buddha said, "Look back."

He looked back, and there was himself behind him, across a river, looking anxiously this way.

Sleepless at night, I looked back and saw a self with red eyes, roaring madly at the sky, pounding the ground, it seemed that this self was being entangled in pain;

Looking further back, above the Xiangjiang River, the river is wide and the clouds are low, the broken geese are called the west wind, and a teenager is struggling to save himself. This is also the past self, and I am also entangled in pain.

Sleepless at night and muttering to himself: "Painful me" is already "past me", and now I am "wise me"? I, have I reached the other side of wisdom?

Before the words fell, a big river fell from the sky, and the sound of water and waves was like thunder, clearly intercepting him in front of him.

Boundless, hopelessly wide.