On the day that Xiaoyao was kicked out of Jingci Temple by Xiuyuan, he was waiting for Xiaoyao under the tree for thousands of miles, and she looked at his lonely back, and the truth was about to blurt out

Xiaoyao also noticed the Forget, he looked at the Forget, and the endless bitterness was swallowed by himself.

Forgetfulness never said anything, and after saying to take care, she turned to leave, and she could feel the carefree gaze, so sad.

Thirty years are fleeting, for different people have different meanings, Xiuyuan is getting older and older, those memories of the past occupy his mind and heart from time to time, he can't get rid of it, so he must drink, only wine can make him forget the pain, the pain in his heart is more painful than the body I don't know how many times the pain.

So the cultivation of the past is gone, even if the image of the living Buddha of the past is not changed, but the cultivation has become so unkempt, he is tired and falls asleep, and people often laugh, ragged, informal, only in the dead of night to show his usual hidden deep side, he will spread out a piece of paper, depicting a beautiful woman in white, the painting usually can not be overnight, once the cultivation of the pen will pick up and burn her, how can a person in Buddhism leave a woman's picture scroll on the body, Xiuyuan smiled bitterly, but it is the painting that can be burned, and the heart is not burned。

Thirty years is not a short process for demons, but it will not grow old.

She became so silent, often standing alone on the hills, by the stream, on the lonely rocks and looking into the distance in a daze.

Forgetting to look at her mother's lonely back, she felt an indescribable sadness in her heart, she didn't know what to do, she didn't know how to comfort, every time she wanted to step forward but stopped again and again.

The mother-in-law stood beside Forgotten Trace, "Don't go over, those times are hers, let her reminisce." ”

Forget Scar felt that his mother was very pitiful, but he didn't know what to do, "Why can mother-in-law's feelings make people so sad?"

The mother-in-law sighed, "I don't know if this life is not long enough, I don't know when it will end, and I don't know how many more five hundred years it will go through." ”

"Will she go on like this?" Forgotten was worried about such a mother.

"Yes, but she will definitely live, because this time it is Xiuyuan's wish, he just wants her to live, so she will definitely live. ”

Oblivion frowned, "Why is this happening?"

She still sat like a statue like this, looking into the distance, without saying a word, sitting for a day, she took the sunrise into her eyes, and the twilight into her eyes, day and night, I don't know how long it was, gradually, everyone has become accustomed to such a time, no one bothered her.

Therefore, in the past thirty years, the vicissitudes of the world have changed, and she has never returned to Tiantai Town, Tiantai Mountain, the place where she has stayed for so long will only exist in her memory in the future.

Until one day thirty years later, when Buji was helping her mother-in-law carry something, and when her mother-in-law was about to take the thing, her hand suddenly loosened, and she froze in place.

Something fell to the ground and shattered.

The mother-in-law looked at her unswervingly, "Are you okay?"

Standing still, her eyes suddenly widening, she stared at the entrance of the cave in a daze.

The white-clothed, tall figure smiled slightly at the entrance of the cave, covering his mouth all of a sudden, tears bursting into his eyes.

Thirty years, the unchanged appearance, the cultivation of the year, the weak-crowned young man, the handsome face, always holding a book in his hand, whenever he talks to him, he will raise his head and return with a warm smile.

It was Xiu Yuan, it was a sixteen-year-old Xiu Yuan, who stood there staring blankly at the entrance of the cave, and the young man in white smiled at her until it slowly dispersed and became smoke, but it was just a phantom*.

Unswerving rushed out, she stretched out her hand to hold the phantom mist, but she couldn't catch it, knowing that she raised her head, the sun shone on her face, Unswerving closed her eyes, tears broke the embankment, she covered her mouth and began to cry loudly, "Cultivate the fate and cultivate the fate"

Xiu Yuan is gone, it was his deathbed to say goodbye.

The mother-in-law looked at the woman who was crying until she couldn't stand steadily, and she held on to her, "Unswerving, what's wrong, what's wrong, what did you see?"

"Cultivating the fate is cultivating the fate" unswervingly can no longer say complete words.

"Xiuyuan?" the mother-in-law looked around and didn't see Xiuyuan.

"Xiu Yuan is gone, he's gone, he's no longer there," Bu Shi said while covering his mouth and crying.

The mother-in-law was also stunned there, and then the forgotten trace who came to watch this scene, she frowned, held on to it, and the unswerving could no longer stand steadily, pushed away the forgotten trace and the mother-in-law's hand staggered forward two steps, standing in the mountain stream in the direction of Tiantai Mountain, crying heartbreakingly.

That night, Unswerving slept with Forgets, Forgets, who hugged their mother's body from behind, and when they regained their calm, Unswerving still trembled slightly.

"Did you sleep?" asked Forgetmark softly.

Unswerving turned his head to look at his daughter, and reached out to wipe the tears from the corners of his eyes, "Just let him go, it's all over, and so is his suffering, which is a good thing." ”

Biting her lower lip, she frowned, "I live because of him." ”

After a pause, she continued, "I live because he keeps me alive, I live because, although I am not with him and I can't see him, I know that he is alive, we are under the same sky, breathing the same breath, we are looking at the same sun, moon and stars, I am imagining when I look at these scenes, Xiuyuan is by my side, he is also looking at these now, he is gone, he is gone." Unswerving repeated in a low voice, her voice choked, and she suddenly hugged her mother, burying her head in her bosom, she frowned sadly, not knowing what to say.

Unswerving came out of her daughter's arms, she saw that the corners of her daughter's eyes were also distinct tears, and she looked at her daughter who was exactly the same as herself, "Forget the trace, you promise me to take good care of yourself." ”

Forgetfulness seemed to anticipate what her mother was going to say, and despite her reluctance, she nodded, "I will." ”

Xiuyuan is gone, everyone knows that there is no longer the motivation to live.

When she received an affirmative answer, she showed a motherly smile, "Son, I am not a good mother, and I have never done anything to you. ”

Forgetful tears began to well-up in her eyes, and she closed her eyes and shook her head, "It's been thirty years, your heart is not here, I know." ”

What can't be stopped, can't be stopped after all.

Unswerving even more guilty held her daughter in her arms, that night, forgetting no trace and sleeping, she just greedily lay in her mother's arms to enjoy every moment of warmth, because she knew that all this would be no longer after tonight.

What can't be stopped, after all, can't be stopped, forgot to accept his fate and closed his eyes, tears overflowing his eyes.