Unexpectedly, the work that had been negotiated would be ruined in the end, Xi Yuming's mood plummeted, and Han Yifeng felt sorry for him when he saw it.

When he was in school, Xi Yuming would go to the bar to sing every weekend, and the boss was also optimistic about him, promising to go to work directly after graduation, ready with joy, and one morning he received a call from the boss that he no longer needed to sing in the bar, and changed to another person.

This kind of blow is fatal to Xi Yuming, he finally graduated, thinking that he could reduce the burden on his family, and maybe he could rely on his own ability to help the family.

Now everything has come to naught, his mother called him and said that he was doing well, he lacked nothing, no matter how much life was stretched, and now that he had graduated from college, he couldn't say that he still had to rely on his family.

It is the 15th day of the seventh month of the lunar calendar, which is the traditional Halloween Festival, and legend has it that this day is the day when the gates of hell are opened, and the deceased relatives will return to reunite with their families, and the relatives who live in the sun will light the river lanterns to light the way home for the deceased relatives, and will hold a sacrifice ceremony.

On this day, the Buddha Temple is particularly lively, and pilgrims are constantly visiting this ancient temple with a long history.

Although it is located on the top of the high mountain, but can not stop the footsteps of the pilgrims, many pilgrims come to this Buddhist temple will go to the highest place of the Guantao Pavilion, here can take in the ground and the distant scenery in the view, stand in the Guantao Pavilion and look forward, the momentum of the endless mountains is unstoppable, a kind of "will be the top of the mountain, a glance at the mountains small" artistic conception suddenly makes people sigh the artistic conception of this ancient sentence is high, the meaning is deep.

Han Yifeng felt that Xi Yuming had been at home for too long during this time, and he could take this opportunity to go out for a walk and go to the lively place where there were many people.

So he forcibly pulled Xi Yuming to the Xiangfo Temple.

"Why did you bring me here again?" Xi Yuming asked puzzled as he got out of the car and looked up at the tall peak.

"Haven't you been looking for that tune? Maybe you'll find it here. ”

"Didn't you show it up in the park?"

"Walk out of here. ”

Xi Yuming was a little heartbroken, it seemed that he had to go around here today before leaving.

When I arrived at the Daxiong Treasure Hall, it was almost twelve o'clock, and the blazing sun was overhead, so that Xi Yuming couldn't hold an umbrella, squinted and walked forward, feeling that he had become short-sighted.

The number of pilgrims in the temple has never decreased, and today it is even more numerous.

The mountains are full of flowers, the climate is pleasant, and there is no high place in the daytime in this season, Han Yifeng is here to express his heart directly, and take his album to paint the most beautiful scenery in his eyes.

And Xi Yuming could only stand in the pavilion and look at the turbulent sea of clouds in confusion, watching them churn wantonly, and his heart was like this.

The people in the ancient temple were so lively, but they only gave Xi Yuming the silence that should have been.

In the end, Xiangfo Temple sent away all the tourists when the sun hung on the top of the mountain in the afternoon, but at this time, Xi Yuming said that he had already given him silence, and this time, he wanted to make it lively.

Han Yifeng smiled, and then booked the meditation room, still living in the meditation room last time, pushing open the door, Xi Yuming asked puzzledly.

"Why do you get a meditation room every time, or the same one?"

"I booked it the day before yesterday and knew you would come for one night. ”

"Why?"

"The excitement I like has passed, the quietness you like has just begun, how many days have you not been out, you can't stay at home all day to solve everything, let's come out, see more people, learn more about what you don't know, the past will pass, don't miss what is waiting for you. ”

It is true that this Han Yifeng has always been unsure of him, but the person who knows him is still him! Xi Yuming couldn't help but smile lightly and put his backpack on the couch.

"Is there anything you can gain from drawing for a day today?"

"Of course, I want to be a painter, and of course I have to work hard to accumulate materials, so that I can paint the soul of the painting and earn money. ”

"After painting for a day, you rest early, I want to go out for a walk, it's too noisy today, and I haven't seen the night view of Xiangfo Temple. ”

Everyone has their own dreams, no matter how lofty and high-spirited they are, they can't fight ridicule, they can encourage, they can be silent, they can laugh and say cheers with others!

And Xi Yuming chose to silently support Han Yifeng and secretly work with him.

"Then you have to come back early, the night in the mountains is very cold. ”

Xi Yuming closed the meditation room, and the Guantao Pavilion during the day is now unavailable, although it is a unique scenery.

I feel particularly quiet, there is no noise in the city, the mood is also a lot quieter, the cheerful sound of insects makes people feel closer to nature, walk along the corridor, quite a feeling of walking in ancient times, leisurely steps, leisurely, instantly open, artistic conception climbing.

As he walked, someone suddenly appeared in front of him hanging a lantern on the treetops, and Yoo Zheen was startled and walked over curiously.

I saw Ruan Xiyao, who was hanging lanterns on the branches of the trees, the small lotus lanterns were gently swaying in the autumn wind, and the hair stranded up gave out a burst of fragrance.

The kind of ancient rhyme can only be seen in costume dramas, Liu Zheen polished his eyes, thinking to himself which crew is filming here so late? Such a beautiful girl is like a stream flowing in the deep mountains, weak and tactful.

But looking around and not finding anyone else here, Xi Yuming wanted to get closer to find out, and suddenly heard the woman in white looking at the lantern and taking a breath, and read:

The moon is full at night in the middle of the Yuan, and the maple forest lantern shines in the sky.

The cold wind of the ancient temple is sluggish, and the night is silent and silent.

There is nowhere to find yourself, and the meditation room is lonely and worships the gods and Buddhas.

The millet of the sea is precious, and the rebirth of the dream butterfly is not without sorrow.

Xi Yuming heard it clearly, but he didn't know what he was talking about, and he felt a little awkward to hear it, so he wanted to step forward to ask for clarification, but he was too anxious to step forward, and he didn't see the road clearly, and the dead branches on the ground startled the woman in white who was looking at the lotus lantern.

The moment the woman turned around, Xi Yuming fixed his eyes on her face with lightning speed, isn't this the day he saw the woman?

Before she could say sorry, the woman hurried away, and in a short time she was gone, and when she ran over him, there was nothing but the lotus lantern hanging from the branches.

I saw that the lotus petals read:

The incense is sold and the green leaves are left, and the west wind is worried about the green waves.

Thinking of this, Xi Yuming couldn't help muttering.

is also haggard with Shaoguang, unbearable.

The drizzle dreams back to the chicken, and the small building blows through the Yusheng cold.

How many tears are there to hate, leaning on the railing.

Just as the shadow of the moon is a river, the feather coat flutters.

The moonlight is so warm tonight, and the mood here is quite good.