In this place, the snow is covered with snow, and the sun pours out of the cold air, and a cold wind passes through the window as if painting its chill on the jade screen. How can the heart be warm? The carbon basin brought by Tao Yi has no effect. Ruan Xiyao gently rubbed her slender jade hands, and her delicate figure was blown by the wind and shook unconsciously. Tao Yi hurriedly closed the window.

"Miss, you have to take care of your body, so that you can wait until the young master comes home to reunite with you. ”

"I haven't been out of this courtyard since he left, there are so many memories of us here, I'm afraid I'm leaving, even the memories are gone. ”

"Why, the memory is in our minds, even if we leave here, we won't run away. ”

"Yes, the memory is in our minds, how can it be gone because we left here?" Ruan Xiyao sighed lightly.

"Miss, the medicine is decoctioned, I'll get it for you. Tao Yi said and went out.

Every day except medicine is boring, Ruan Xiyao hates this kind of day, she looks at the Buddhist scriptures on the table, as long as she is pious in her heart, she will fulfill the prayer in her heart? Is it not pious enough? Why hasn't he come back yet?

The moonlight is cold, and the flowers fall into rain, sprinkling the acacia all over the ground. I don't know who sighed softly in front of the window, soaked in all the loneliness and sadness in the world.

Before dawn, Ruan Xiyao got up slowly, put on her clothes, dressed up carefully, took the scriptures, picked up the guqin by the window, walked to the door and looked back at everything in the boudoir.

Ruan Xiyao smiled faintly, turned around and pushed the door to leave the courtyard that had trapped her for many years, she wanted to go to the pious holy place to pray that the longing in her heart could be gathered as soon as possible, regardless of heaven and earth, regardless of the sun and moon, regardless of wind and snow.

A person, a Buddhist scripture, a guqin, she thought, this way, the Buddha will pity her, be moved by her sincerity, so that she can get together with him as soon as possible, the cold and hardships along the way, every time relying on her and his bits and pieces of sweet memories to support the forward, no matter how heavy the wind and snow along the way, can not stop her from moving forward. The weak body was crumbling in the wind, he had never experienced such a precipitous, every time he traveled, he led the horse in front, all the way to find the most beautiful scenery for her, now, he did not know the news, and he should pray for him sincerely.

It was very windy and snowy. She walked forward with difficulty, until she found a dilapidated house to shelter from the wind and snow, rested to eat some food she had bought on the way, and continued on her way when she had rested.

Finding a relatively dry place, looking at the heavy snow, she took out the guqin and couldn't help but stroke a song.

The car is far away, and the remembrance of the gentleman is unforgettable.

Jun'an travels west into Qin, and is willing to follow you for the shadow.

Jun is in the shadow of the shadow, and Jun is as the concubine wishes.

When the sound of the piano fell, Ruan Xiyao's tears also slipped down, and she was not sure where she would go, and she was always worried about something. Standing up slowly, the snow was also falling lightly at this time, she quickly wiped her tears, coughed a few times, sorted out her bags and continued to walk forward.

In the autumn of that year, when she returned to her mother's house with him, she was so jubilant that he sat in front of the carriage and made the way for her, all the way to her long-lost hometown, where they frolicked by the spring, listened to the sound of the wind blowing down the leaves, chased the laughter of the paper kite, and the perfect ensemble of the piano and the flute, snuggled tightly in his arms. She was afraid that she would forget all kinds of scenes, and carefully recalled them, afraid of missing something.

Memory is a beautiful thing, but it is also a painful thing, but it hurts and is happy. This is her conclusion and understanding.

She hasn't taken medicine for some days, her body has always been nourished by medicine, and now her body is getting more and more tired, and she can't walk far in one breath while holding the guqin, so she can only stop and go. It's still some way from where you want to go, and you can't just give up. The gods and Buddhas will definitely bless her, they will definitely pity her, and they will definitely help her.

I don't know how many days I walked, and I asked the pedestrian how far away the mountain was, and the pedestrian pointed to a high mountain in front of him and said that it was. At this time, she was too tired to breathe, but she still smiled, and staggered towards the mountain with the guqin in her arms. It is said that a finger is ahead, but when you actually walk there, you are still far away, and you have to climb to the top of the mountain!

There was no strength left, she fell down holding the qin! She was injured but nothing, don't break the qin, she dusted the piano bag on the snow, quickly checked the guqin, fortunately, the guqin was not damaged, so she hugged it tightly in her arms, and her heart was happy.

An old woman passing by saw that she was pitiful, and came to help her up, and took pity on her, a weak woman who wanted to help her, but she politely refused, and the matter in her heart was not yet completed, how could she delay?

She walked towards the mountain again, and when she was about to reach the bottom of the mountain, she still didn't hold on, and there was a sharp pain in her heart, and then a mouthful of blood spurted out, and she fell down again, and her vague consciousness made her tightly guard the guqin, and she struggled all her strength to climb towards the Buddhist temple on the mountain.

The climate in the mountains is different from other places, before entering the mountain, the sun is shining, but here it is windy and snowy.

I don't know how long she walked, her body couldn't support it anymore, she fell to the ground with a faint breath, looked up with difficulty, and vaguely saw a plum blossom blooming. She couldn't help but cry with the last strength, no one is worried like me, and now the snow and plum blossoms are like me.

"Amitabha!

There was an ethereal voice floating in the air, long and charming, Ruan Xiyao heard this ethereal voice and slowly woke up, slowly stood up, rubbed her eyes, looked up in confusion, and saw that she had come to the foot of the Buddhist temple on Mount Gashi, she picked up the guqin, and quickly continued to walk up the mountain.

She wanted to push open the door of the Buddhist temple, but was pushed out by a Buddha light, and she tried several times.

"Why do you do this to me, I just want to come here to pray for the person I miss, I hope he can return safely and reunite with him, why stop me? I have worked so hard to come here, haven't I touched you?"

She stubbornly rushed to the gate of the Buddhist temple again and again, and was pushed out by the Buddha's light again and again. Until there was blood flowing from the corners of his mouth, and he sat on the ground and had no strength.

She climbed to the guqin, looked nervous and took out the guqin to check it several times, but fortunately it was not damaged.

"Are you Ruan Xiyao?" the ethereal and verve voice reappeared.

She looked up and struggled to her feet. Wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth neatly.

"Who are you?"