The clouds in the sky were light, and the breeze came from afar, and there was a hint of wrinkles.

Su Changqing came back to his senses in a daze, sighed slightly, kept his steps, and followed the little monk through the courtyard to a guest room.

"Old donor, you sit here for the time being, Senior Brother Yuanguang will be here soon. ”

He said with a smile, pushing open the door and inviting him in.

"Thank you so much. ”

He smiled and walked into the room first, the black cloth shoes made a soft "squeak" on the stone slab, and there was a quiet silence all around, and in a trance you could hear the crisp sound of bells outside the door and the pious chanting of the monks.

"The lotus sutra has 69,000 words on seven axes, and it begins day and night. ”

Thinking so, he was a little distracted, but he staggered to find a place to sit down.

When the little monk in front of the door saw him walk in, he closed the door, and after a while, his pale gray figure had disappeared on the tissue paper in the door.

After seeing the little monk outside leaving, Su Changqing took a look at the room and found that the things in this room were very simple, with only one bed, four chairs, and a table, and finally a futon.

That's all there is to it in this room.

Su Changqing touched the teapot on the wooden table, but was a little surprised to find that there was still a slight warmth on the wall of the pot, as if the water in it had just been poured in.

Maybe it was the little monks who poured it.

Thinking so, he washed the white porcelain cup with warm water, and then poured himself a cup of tea, taking a sip from time to time.

took out the book from his clothes, and Su Changqing quickly immersed himself in it, he forgot all about what carvings and what water markets, as if he could forget all kinds of things in reality when he was reading alone.

This book is still a medical book, and he hasn't read it for a long time because of a lot of things recently.

The content of the book is very boring, unconsciously, he raised his head from the book, and inadvertently looked up, and was a little surprised to find that through the thin paper, the sky outside the window seemed to be a little faintly red.

Is it getting late?

Su Changqing put down the book, his hand unconsciously touched the wall of the cup, but he didn't feel as warm as before, but instead there was a slight chill.

The air was very quiet, and the tea leaves in the cup had been rolled up and sunk to the bottom of the cup, with an inexplicable gloom.

He stood up, walked slowly to the window, and gently opened the hidden window, but when he looked at the scene outside, he was suddenly a little stunned.

In the sky, there were large and large fiery clouds, which were bustling in the sky, so bright that they seemed to be burning like flames, and the sun was setting, as if the whole world was only the same color. makes people look at it inexplicably, and they are a little stunned.

The clouds swallow the river and roll up the sunset.

That's probably not it.

It seems that the cold interior and the brightness of the outside make him suddenly feel like two worlds.

But...... It is true that there are two worlds.

He looked back at the futon in the room silently, and thought faintly in his heart.

Looking at the time, it was roughly 5 or 6 o'clock, and it was probably more than 2 or 3 hours since he came in.

Hasn't the little monk come back yet?

It's just that he can't spend the night here, after all, he still has to play the violin tomorrow.

As for everything here...... Maybe you can think of it as a dream, or maybe it can't be a dream, no matter how you look at it, in the end, it still depends on yourself......

He sighed, although he knew that he might have to come into contact with many things like this in the future, but now, he had been wasted by the years for half his life, and he didn't have the motivation of a young man, he just wanted to ...... now It's just that he can do what he wants to do in the time that belongs to him......

People are always like this, they go to school when they are young, marry a wife when they are young, and raise their children when they are middle-aged, but when their children grow up and have grandchildren, they have to take care of them, and the time they really leave for themselves is not much.

He may have been a little lucky to travel back to the Republic of China period during the ignorant period, but this is just for him to live the life he deserves to live again......

Maybe Heaven always favored him.

Thinking so, he suddenly smiled lightly.

Rubbing his fingertips against the wooden window, he closed his eyes, walked back to his chair, and sat down.

Just before he could do anything, there was a sudden "bang" knock on the door outside, accompanied by a familiar sound.

"Lord Su, are you there?"

Su Changqing was stunned for a moment, and then he suddenly realized that it was the little monk he had been thinking about, presumably at this time, he had a good talk with his master, so he came over to call himself.

"Wait. ”

He answered, got up from his chair, and came to the door and opened it.

Standing outside the door, sure enough, it was the little monk Yuanguang, who was looking at him with his hands folded and apologetically.

"Let Su Shi wait for a long time......"

As he said this, the red sun shone in the air, sprinkling the sunset on their bodies, so gentle that it was intoxicating.

"It doesn't matter. ”

Su Changqing smiled and made a gesture to invite him to come in and drink tea together.

"No need. ”

The little monk waved his hand, and then said to him.

"Master Su, this time the little monk came here to tell you that it's time for dinner. ”

He was slightly stunned, and his originally calm eyes rolled to look at him.

The little monk had a straight face, but his face was slightly red.

"The meal has been prepared, so you have been waiting for a long time...... It's never too late to leave after eating. ”

“...... Good. ”

Su Changqing nodded, put the book on the table back into his clothes, stepped out of the threshold, and gently closed the door.

......

*

At night, the cool breeze blows against the trees in the mountains, and the leaves rustle as if it were raining.

In a mountain house halfway up the mountain, all around is quiet, only the orange candlelight does not stop beating in the house, and you can vaguely see the dim figures in the house through the tissue paper.

In the side room, a little monk is sitting on the bed, knocking on the wooden fish, closing his eyes and chanting.

Opposite him, a young woman dressed in blue sat quietly in a chair, looking out the window at the darkness, as if in a daze.

The woman was stunned for a moment, as if she had suddenly thought of something, then she got up from her chair, walked straight to the door, pushed it and walked out.

And just after the door was opened with a "creak", the sound of wooden fish in the house stopped abruptly.

The little monk's hand paused slightly, his ears moved, he didn't open his eyes, and continued to knock on the wooden fish.

It's just that the words that were originally reciting the Buddhist scriptures were exchanged for a slight sigh.

"If you don't look back, why don't you forget. If there is no fate, why swear.

Today's all kinds are like water without a trace. Tomorrow and night, you are no longer strange. ”

As he thought about it, he suddenly thought of the female bodhisattva he had been obsessed with before.

But I don't know who this sentence is intended for.