Su Changqing said goodbye to Lao Wang, and then he swayed step by step and walked out of the Qingshan Sanatorium slowly.

There were still a few oranges left in the bag, he peeled the skin, broke out a small petal and threw it into his mouth, the oranges were a little sour, Su Changqing squinted his eyes sourly, and looked ahead with a little confusion.

In front of him was a scene of autumn wind sweeping away the leaves, and he retracted his hand into his clothes, only to feel that the scene in front of him was extremely bleak.

At this time, it was still early, Su Changqing hadn't bought the ticket yet, he took out his mobile phone and looked at it, and found that there was no missed call on it.

To buy a ticket, of course, he had to buy it at the train station, and he carried a bag on his back and stopped a rickshaw casually.

This is a small city, the rickshaw is not extinct, although it is really cold to call a rickshaw in autumn, but Su Changqing is not very clear about how to go to this railway station.

This rickshaw is actually a tricycle, Su Changqing shouted to the train station, and the driver drove in a hurry.

The wind was pouring in from outside, and it was a little cold.

Su Changqing shrunk his neck, took out the scarf again, and surrounded himself in all directions.

The scarf was thicker, and when he got closer, he smelled the aroma of plants and trees, and he sniffed it, and suddenly remembered the autumn sun.

The driver didn't drive fast, but no matter how slow he was, he still arrived at his destination after more than ten minutes.

Su Changqing paid the money and jumped off the tricycle.

The train station in front of him was very large, and he walked for a while before arriving at the manual ticket office, because this time is not a weekend or holiday or something, so there are not many people who come to buy tickets.

Su Changqing took out the ID card in his bag, and then he lined up in a team with fewer people.

After buying the earliest ticket, Su Changqing carried the ticket in his arms and passed the security check with the public.

It's still half past twelve, and it's still more than an hour before the train departs.

Su Changqing took out the book from his bag and opened it to take a look, he touched the yellowed pages on it, and he was a little overwhelmed for some reason.

This book is "The Book of Songs", Su Changqing originally looked at "Shuo Mouse", but unconsciously turned to the beginning of the page.

"Guan Guan Ju Dove, in the river island. My Fair Lady, Gentleman. ”

He has memorized this poem for almost his whole life.

Su Changqing looked at the words on it in a daze, touched the words again, and his fingertips slid around on the page.

There was no wind in the station, so it was very warm, and he took the scarf off his neck and gently rubbed the soft fabric.

With a slight sigh, he flipped another page of the book.

......

*

Today's wind is so strong, blowing his monk's robe constantly flying, like a butterfly flying up and down.

Yijing shrunk his neck and followed the young monk in front of him, constantly walking forward.

He took out the bun in his pocket, nibbled on a few bites, and put it back again.

"Senior brother, where are we going?"

Yuan Guang didn't speak, just looked at the traffic in front of him, as if he was thoughtful.

Yijing obediently followed the young monk and followed behind Yuanguang.

There were not many people on the street, and as the little monk walked, he suddenly felt as if something was dripping on his head, and he felt moist for a while.

He touched his bald head and looked up at the sky.

Thin strands of rain fell from the gray sky, soaking his clothes.

It turned out to be raining.

He tugged at the corner of his brother's clothes, "Senior brother, it's raining." ”

Yuan Guang made a blank face and nodded.

Their umbrellas were lost, so now they had no umbrellas to fight, so the little monks could only walk down the street in a hurry, trying to find a place to hide from the rain.

This is a remote place, there are no small shops nearby, Yuanguang and they walked for a long time and did not see any shelter from the rain, so they could only helplessly speed up their pace and continue to walk forward.

As Yijing walked, he looked ahead, and suddenly saw a small gray dot constantly walking in their direction.

The little monk rubbed his eyes, looked over again, and with their steps forward, he saw clearly that the other party was a middle-aged man in a thick Taoist uniform.

Yijing was a little curious, blinking at him.

The other party seemed to see them too, and walked towards them quickly, the little monk only felt that the other party was walking very fast, obviously there was still a long distance, but the other party only walked for a few seconds to reach them.

The little monk's eyes were innocent, still curious, but his round eyes suddenly became solemn.

......

*

When I got home, it was almost evening.

Su Changqing took out a key from his pocket with his bag and opened the lock with a "click".

With the sound of unlocking, a big white dog suddenly popped out of the door, and pounced on Su Changqing's body excitedly.

Immediately, his otherwise clean clothes were a large chunk black.

The leaves "whined" as if they were intentional, rubbing the dirt on his front paws against him, as if to accuse him of having no one to look after him these days.

Su Changqing ignored his dirty clothes, touched his head with some guilt, and hugged the leaves hard.

In the past few months, he has eaten very well, so he has gained more than half of his weight, but after he grows bigger and bigger, Su Changqing can't recognize what kind of breed he is.

Scratching his chin, Su Changqing struggled to carry him to the bedroom.

The little black cat in the bedroom was still asleep, and he didn't care when he felt that someone was coming, but he just moved his ears, and soon entered the dark sweet dream again.

Su Changqing put the leaves back on the ground, ran to the kitchen to wash his hands, and then took a few books, changed his clothes and nested in the quilt.

Sure enough, it was still comfortable at home, he sighed softly and retracted his hand into the quilt.

Because he was afraid of sudden rain, he hadn't dried the quilt for the past few days, so the quilt was still a little cold now, and Su Changqing, who was frozen, shivered.

He lay under the covers for a while, warmed himself, and then got up from the bed again.

The leaves were already faint from hunger, and kept circling on the ground, and from time to time they shouted at Su Changqing a few times to show their dissatisfaction.

Su Changqing rubbed his dog's head, put on his slippers and walked towards the kitchen crackling.

There was still some leftover rice in the kitchen, and Su Changqing put the rice from the pot in the bowl and smelled it, but it was not rancid.

After all, it's winter, and the rice won't spoil so easily.

Taking an egg from the closet, Su Changqing simply made a bowl of egg fried rice, divided it into two bowls, and served them the leaves.

The leaves rushed towards him, and even the little black cat smelled the food, and came over with a blank eye, and meowed at him pitifully.

Su Changqing smiled and put the two bowls in front of them.