Su Changqing has now fully adapted to the night owl's work time, and the time to come back in the morning is noon, which is his daily sleep time, plus doing some small things in the afternoon, the day will pass quickly.

Sometimes I'm in a trance, and I don't know what day it is, but sometimes I look at my phone, and when I see the date on it, I suddenly realize, oh, it's already this time.

There is also a school near the town below the mountain, but this town is inhabited by many children who go to elementary school, and every day the children will leave school, and then they will play around the street, which adds a lot of vitality.

And the village where Wang Pingzhao stayed was near the mountain, but it was still some distance from Su Changqing's house halfway up the mountain.

Pingzhao doesn't come often.

Sometimes he always feels that he is forgotten, like a small temple on the top of a mountain, the years have eroded him, as if no one in the world remembers him, only time remembers him, remembers to add another deep wrinkle to him.

Su Changqing sighed secretly, teased the little black cat in his arms a few times, and saw her meekly stretching out her pink tongue and gently licking his fingers.

Putting her down, he quietly saw her walk up to the big white dog next to him, and chose a place on him to lie down, rubbing the soft hair next to him a few times from time to time.

Su Changqing suddenly laughed, lay on the chair, and looked up at the sunlight that was not dazzling.

The sun was soft and warm.

After lying down for a while, he looked at the yard, and except for the place where rice was planted and the chicken coop was planted, the rest of the place was completely overgrown with wild grass.

It just looks good.

Su Changqing smiled, and seemed to be able to hear the emerald insects singing among the grass.

The rice that was planted two days ago was already ripe, and when Su Changqing put it in the bowl, he found that it could hold 4 bowls, although it was not a full four bowls, and the bowl was also an ordinary bowl, but it was still amazing.

Thinking so, he lay down in his chair and slept for a while, the sun was dimly falling on his eyes, and he dreamed of his past again in a trance.

At that time, he was still a young man, and he was fascinated by the girls in other villages, who were the only people he had ever touched in his two lives, and when he looked at her, his heart pounded.

He met her when he was a soldier before, and after he was discharged from the army, his first thought was to sneak over to see if the other party's girl was married.

That day was really the best day of the first half of his life, and the golden rice fluttered in front of him, like a song he sang for her, but these were not as good as her bowing her head and smiling.

Knowing that the girl was not married, he was happy for several days, doing things every day, doing things, and laughing inexplicably.

His home was far from the village, and he heard that every once in a while the girl would go to the town near them to buy something, and although the world was chaotic at that time, he would walk for hours at a time to the town to secretly create a chance encounter with her.

I, my surname is Su, and my name is Zijin.

No matter that he has been reborn for a lifetime, but when he meets another person, he is still young like a hairy boy.

He had already made a lot of preparations in his heart, thinking about how to introduce himself, whether he should be domineering, warm, or cold...... No, no, no, the cold will scare her away.

He thought wildly in his heart, but when he really talked to her, he suddenly lost his voice, and in the end, he stammered.

In fact, he was already living in the heart of a middle-aged man at that time.

How so?

He was a little annoyed, but also a little secretly proud, and he still selfishly told her his words.

But he suddenly heard the voice of the girl with long braids on the other side, better than the voice of many women he had seen in his previous life, light and soft so that people didn't want to disturb it.

What did you say?

He couldn't remember.

I only remember that the sun was just right that day, shining on her face, so that he couldn't see her face clearly.

......

*

When he woke up, Su Changqing rubbed the corners of his forehead, feeling as if he was dreaming.

But I dreamed of something, but I couldn't remember anything.

He shook his head, not thinking about it.

Today's weather is good, and some time has passed since the last time he cleaned the small temple on the top of the mountain, Su Changqing thought so and planned to go to the temple in the afternoon.

The bottom of the mountain was a withered yellow, but he was surrounded by greenery.

Su Changqing prepared his things, pushed open the door, looked at the trees that were still full of green in front of him, took a deep breath, and jumped onto one of the treetops.

......

Along the way, Su Changqing jumped between the trees, and in a trance he could see that there was white mist around him, and the top of his head, arms, and neck seemed to disappear if he moved slightly.

It used to take more than 1 hour to walk, but now it saves more than half of the time.

When Su Changqing arrived at the small temple on the top of the mountain, it was not even 1 o'clock in the afternoon.

The temple was still the same as before, except that the ground was once again covered with dead leaves, and the wooden case was covered with dust, nothing else had changed.

The Bodhisattva standing in the shrine still had kind eyes, as if he was watching his every move peacefully.

Su Changqing didn't have any research on Buddhism, and he didn't know which Bodhisattva he was, but he remembered that he had been in this shrine for a long, long time, and there may have been some incense before, and the monks in the small temple also remembered to go to clean him every day, but now, only an old man would come to sweep the temple for him from time to time.

Bowing to the Bodhisattva, Su Changqing didn't ask for anything, but simply bowed to him.

He slowly cleaned the fallen leaves in front of the small temple, and thought that this was also good.

But where is the fallen leaves here, after sweeping, after a few days there is a large number of fallen leaves, he sweeps and sweeps repeatedly, maybe until the spring and summer season, he can be a little easier.

Su Changqing felt a little complacent in his heart, and just as he was about to finish sweeping, he heard a few voices.

It was like a rustle through the dense grass, accompanied by a few youthful voices.

The voice also had a familiar feel to him.

Su Changqing looked for prestige and found that it was a sound from the side of the mountain road.

Looks like someone has come up.

Su Changqing was a little surprised, because he had been here for a few months, but he had never seen anyone come up.

Just as he was curious, he suddenly saw a big shiny bald head from the mountain road.

Su Changqing was stunned.

When he was still in a trance, he saw that the big bald head gradually revealed its original appearance, and it turned out to be the appearance of a young man.

Isn't this the young monk from before!

The young monk quickly climbed up, taking a small monk behind him.

Maybe he didn't expect that there were people above, but the monk was also stunned, and then he and Su Changqing began to stare at each other with wide eyes, looking at each other.

"Did the little master come up to worship the Bodhisattva?"

Su Changqing quickly reacted and said with a smile towards the young monk.

"Well, yes, Song Jushi is ......" Yuan Guang was stunned for a moment, nodded in response to Su Changqing's words.

"I'm here to sweep the temple. ”

After greeting each other, Su Changqing and Yuan Guang stopped talking, and the three of them did their own things, some were still sweeping the floor, and some had already entered the temple.

......

The monks are all pious Buddhas, after entering the temple, subconsciously go to the Bodhisattva in the shrine, after worshipping, they take out a wooden fish from the burden behind them, sit on the futon and quietly knock on the wooden fish, and recite Buddhist scriptures in their mouths.

“...... That's why this mantra is proclaimed to protect beginners in future lives, to enter samadhi, to be physically and mentally calm, and to attain great peace. And there are no demons and gods, and all the beginningless wrongs, old debts, to annoy each other. Thou and all the scholars in the congregation, and all the practitioners in the future lives, keep the vows according to our mandala, as in the Dharma. The ordained master is a pure monk. Hold this mantra and have no remorse. It's a good man......"

Su Changqing could only hear a vague voice outside, and he didn't know whether to sing or chant scriptures, although he didn't understand what he was reciting, but it inexplicably made people feel peaceful.

He listened to the monks chanting the scriptures, and unconsciously swept the ground, and after sweeping it, he did not disturb the two monks in the temple, but quietly left.

......

*

The weather has been clear in recent days, and it has been a while since the last temple sweep.

Su Changqing rode a tricycle to the small county town at the foot of the mountain, and saw a little monk in an earthy yellow monk's robe raising his head, looking at the disturbing crowd around him, and chanting words in his mouth.

This is already the fifth time.

I don't know what's going on, every time Su Changqing goes down the mountain, he can always inadvertently see a little monk wandering the street with a glowing brain.

One moment you will see him at the door of the vegetable market, and the next you will see him at the door of the restaurant, as if you can meet him all the time.

This little monk is the little monk from before, but there is no young monk who always took him with him before.

The little monk walked up and down the street every day, as if looking for something.

Because the little monk is delicate and cute, and he often wanders the streets, he is familiar with many people on the street.

Sometimes Su Changqing can still hear some shopkeepers ask the little monk, "Little master, what are you doing walking around the street every day?"

Then the little monk would shyly reply, "I'm waiting for someone......

Those people asked this question many times, and the little monk took the trouble to answer them with the same answer, "I'm waiting for someone......"

Someone asked if it was there, and the little monk's face would be half red at the moment.

"I really waited for her once......"