When I got home, it was already past 10 p.m.

After being woken up to watch the play, because Su Changqing slept while watching the play, he couldn't sleep now.

After reading a book casually for a while, this time I folded my clothes and lay down on the bed with interest.

Because he bought a new quilt, this quilt is quite thick, even on the cold halfway up the mountainside, it can't be cold, Su Changqing just lay on the bed and fell asleep slowly.

By the time he opened his eyes the next day, it was already dawn.

After meditating for two hours as usual, although it seemed to have no effect now, Su Changqing could always feel that his heart was a lot calmer.

drove a tricycle all the way to the teahouse, Su Changqing pushed open the door and walked in, at this time there was no one in the teahouse, only Boss Bai and the three of them sat on the chair and did their own things. put down the erhu, and then he ran outside and followed Boss Bai to talk about common things.

Boss Bai is a person who has seen the world, and his words are all eloquent about the world landscape, and his words are very infectious.

Su Changqing listened and listened, and even wanted to fly to the place he said, go to the grassland to ride a horse, and go to Tibet to see the Potala Palace.

What a sight it would be!

He was a little intoxicated by Boss Bai's words.

He has never been to the grassland.

was chatting with Boss Bai, and a middle-aged man dressed in black strode in outside the door.

His footwork is steady, and his appearance is very solemn.

When he saw this person coming in, Boss Bai, who was talking with him, had a strange smile on his face, turned around and said hello to Su Changqing, and then greeted him with a smile.

The man in black's face was as black as coal, and he didn't know what to say to Boss Bai, so he followed Boss Bai to the second floor.

I don't know why, Su Changqing always felt that his face was very familiar, but he just couldn't remember where he had seen him.

Even Su Changqing could feel that at the moment when the other party walked towards Boss Bai, he glanced at himself.

Rubbing the corners of his forehead, Su Changqing didn't make a sound, and directly lifted the curtain and returned to the staff lounge.

......

Su Musha came all the way to this teahouse called "Yipinxuan".

As soon as he entered the door, he met someone he knew well.

The old man.

Glancing at him, he saw Bai Qi sitting next to the old man.

Seeing that the other party stood up playfully, he even smiled at him.

But Su Musha, who deeply understood what he had done, did not have the slightest smile on his face, and even his face darkened a lot.

Old fox.

He cursed.

"Why do you have time to sit with me?" said with a smile.

Su Musha wanted to beat him up in his heart, but unfortunately now that outsiders were present, he couldn't do too much, so he could only glare at the other party coldly, and then followed him to the second floor.

It's not that he doesn't have self-cultivation, but the other party has really gone too far.

When he came upstairs, Su Musha sat on the soft chair and looked at Bai Qi who was smiling in front of him unceremoniously.

This time, he came to Xingshi to ask for sin.

He's a straight-up guy, so it's time to see the start of the job with a smile on his face.

Su Musha was a little hateful, and his heart was itching.

"What good did they give you?"

......

*

Su Changqing sat on the chair and drank boiled water in small sips, feeling a little confused in his heart.

He drank water for a while, and then he heard the sound of "dong dong dong" going down the stairs, and when he looked up, he saw that the middle-aged man in black had walked down again. The face is also dark, and Boss Bai's face is without exception with a smile.

Su Changqing didn't know what was going on, he just drank some water, and gently rubbed the erhu in his arms.

After watching the man in black go out, Su Changqing directly poured himself half a pot of water like a cow.

Preparing today's repertoire, Su Changqing gently plucked the strings, wrapped his clothes tightly, and then walked towards the high platform.

......

*

The streets are bustling with traffic, and neon lights shine on the surface of the river, like a dyed cloth.

Yijing sat on the side of the road with his neck bent, looking at the black hole under the bridge, and the river flowing with a tinkling sound.

Some of the leaves on the trees had turned yellow, while others had turned fiery red, and they were blown by the wind and fell to the ground with a hula.

Yijing was sitting down, and suddenly he felt an itch on the top of his head, and he touched it with his hand, and he touched a leaf.

It was pure red, as if it couldn't find any other color, like a flame burning in the night.

The rhizomes are distinct, revealing the colors that do not belong to this world.

It's also a little brittle, and I don't even dare to hold it hard, for fear that it will break if it's not careful.

The black surface of the river was glistening with silver water from time to time, and as soon as I spread out my hand and blew lightly, the leaves slowly floated into the river and stuck to it.

The senior brother didn't know where he had gone, he waited in place, and from time to time his eyes looked at another lively city, which did not seem to belong to him.

The little monk remembered that when he was a child, his master would hold him every night and look at the stars in the sky and tell him the story of the Buddha.

These stories have a long history, and he will memorize each of them backwards, and they shine like stars in the sky.

The little monk touched his sleeve, as if he had touched the gentleness of a scripture.

In this city, he did not see the linden tree.

Yijing sighed, and his delicate face had an old age that did not fit his age.

Suddenly, he thought of the female bodhisattva he had once met.

Every time she smiled, the little monk felt that she was afraid that she was a bodhisattva.

"All living beings on the earth have wisdom and virtue. ”

The little monk looked at the flowing heads on the street, and suddenly remembered this sentence.

Is that what they are?

Yijing recited the Buddhist scriptures in his mouth, and suddenly sat back down next to the tree, remembering those stories about the Buddha that were far away.

Every time, he felt that these stories were as familiar as if they had experienced something he had experienced, and every word he said and every action he made was like a shadow, following him like a shadow.

"A net. ”

As he was thinking, he suddenly heard that familiar, serious voice in his ears.

The little monk turned his head and saw his senior brother's young and solemn face.

"Let's go. ”

The young monk Yuan Guang said.

The little monk clasped his palms, closed his eyes slightly, and said softly, Amitabha, and then followed the young monk and gradually disappeared on the small bridge.

It's like a flowing cloud, with the wind, fading away, fading, and becoming invisible.

He didn't know it at the time.

People say that he is a Buddha.