The capital has changed a lot.

It became a little unrecognizable to Bai Yuan.

In the past, he was so familiar with the grass and trees, bricks and tiles here, but now, the rest of the people, the stories left behind, who will remember him?

People can hurt others or be hurt by others because of a small thing, because they are born as a group. We have to admit that we are one of them.

"Girl, eat some, I'm hungry, we can't explain it. An independent cubicle, Wu Niang was persuading a woman.

"Since you can't explain, why don't you let me go?" said the girl.

"Why do you say it when you know it's impossible?" a man's voice came in, "Your senior brother asked me to tell you that he didn't forget what he promised you."

"Rest assured, girl, my son-in-law won't lie. Wu Niang said, she looked at the woman in front of her, and there was an inexplicable sadness, for her and for herself. Some things are clear that there is no result, but they still do it without hesitation.

"You're beautiful. The girl spoke.

Wu Niang was stunned when she heard this, she didn't expect her to say this.

"You can see that you are also very kind. The girl said again.

She didn't dare to listen to it anymore, she didn't dare. She didn't know what she was going to do in the next second.

She walked out of the room, clutching her chest, breathing in the air, she felt so stuffy, like a stranded fish, she needed to breathe, she needed water.

"Lan-Fifth girl, what's wrong with you, aren't you feeling well?" asked a bearded man.

"Ah, it turned out to be General Wang, you, why did you come up. Wu Niang was really taken aback by this person.

"I saw that there was no one down there, so I came up and walked around, Wu Niang, are you okay? Wang Han looked at Wu Niang's not very good face and asked with concern.

"I'm fine, what's the matter with you?" Wu Niang just wanted to persuade the person in front of her to leave.

"It's okay, it's okay, it's just a drop-by, it's just a drop-in. I picked a bouquet of flowers in the morning, and I just put it underneath, and I, I won't bother. After Wang Han finished speaking, he left as if fleeing.

Wu Niang stood there and calmed down for a while.

Go downstairs and turn around.

She couldn't help but be stunned.

The house is full of flowers, decorating this beautiful wine shop, the aroma of wine, flowers, blending together is so charming, every flower is in full bloom, against the early morning dew, only for one person to open, even if it withers, there is no regret.

The flowers will eventually bloom, but do you understand the unspoken but hot heart behind the purple colors? The corners of Wu Niang's eyes moistened, and she picked up the square handkerchief on the table, and there was only one woman on the handkerchief, wearing a scarf on her face and picking up flowers in her hand.

At this moment, she felt tired, tired, and wanted to stop. She is a woman who does not admit defeat, she does not accept fate, she does not accept the world, she is like a little bird, trying her best to fly, but one day, she is tired of flying, she wants to stop, maybe, struggled for a lifetime, but finally returned to the original point.

"Little Lizi, when is the chess game?" the emperor asked.

"Back to the emperor, after the competition today, it will be the final. Gonggong Li replied.

"It's so fast, it's so fast, the little plum has become Grandpa Li. The emperor smiled sourly.

"It's a minion, and the minions will always be little plums. Gonggong Li hurriedly knelt down and said.

"Alright, alright, just kidding, if I can't even make a joke of yours, I really don't know who else to joke with, hurry up. ”

"Your Majesty, who will win this chess game?" asked Gonggong Li cautiously.

"Whatever, we're old, we're all old. It's better to leave many things alone. ”

"What the emperor said is very true. ”

If you really don't care about anything, why bother with it?

"Pig head, you said that if you win the 'champion' (referring to playing chess), what are you going to do?" Miao Qingqing asked with her big eyes open.

"Go back to my hometown and open a blacksmith shop and hire a few guys. Xu Sanjin said without thinking.

"And then?" Miao Qingqing asked.

"Marry a daughter-in-law and have a bunch of children. “

"Phew, who wants" Speaking of this, Miao Qingqing swallowed back the words stiffly.

"What do you want?" asked Xu Sanjin.

"Pig's head, I want you to take care of it. Miao Qingqing said angrily.

"Oh. Xu Sanjin agreed, but there was no reaction.

"Oh what?"

"Nothing. Xu Sanjin replied honestly.

Miao Qingqing kicked Xu Sanjin hatefully, "Pig's head." He walked away angrily.

Xu Sanjin touched the back of his head and whispered, "What kind of nerves!"

Then a man passed in front of him.

"Senior brother. Xu Sanjin shouted.

Ouyang Wuji turned around and smiled: "Is there something wrong?"

"No, it's okay - can't you ask?" Xu Sanjin said. "Why haven't you seen Xiaowen these days?

"She's got something going on, go out. Ouyang Wuji said lightly.

"Really, you and I are in chess games, what is more important than this. Xu Sanjin said dissatisfiedly.

"If there's nothing to do, I'll rest first. Ouyang Wuji didn't have the patience to listen to Xu Sanjin's complaints, so he interrupted his full stomach.

Xu Sanjin is like eating chicken legs again, like a fish in his throat, saying no, not saying no.

"By the way, if I die one day, don't forget to remember that there is a junior brother like me. Ouyang Wuji suddenly said such a sentence again.

"What's wrong with you?" asked Xu Sanjin loudly.

Ouyang Wuji didn't answer, and walked straight into the room, maybe he was really too tired and needed to rest.

"Crazy, all crazy. Xu Sanjin shouted loudly behind him, since there is something to say, then shout it out.

"yes, I'm crazy?" Ouyang Wuji lay calmly on the bed with his eyes closed.

In fact, why not go crazy once?

Monks are generally very sensible.

Especially the famous monks of the ancient temple.

The clean temple, the novices who chanted, the weeping willows on the courtyard wall, and naturally there must be an antique old well, because this kind of water can make good tea.

Monks don't drink alcohol, which is known to women and children, but only this tea, the higher the practice, the stronger the ability to taste tea.

This morning, he did not preach to the monks, but listened to the steward and say that an important guest should be built inside.

There are very few people who can make Fan pay so much attention, because for more than ten years, Fan has almost not stopped, and the monks have to put the suspicion in their hearts. Because the monks 'don't speak, don't see, don't listen'.

As the so-called six roots are pure, the heart is like Bodhi, and all laws are natural.

"Bai Xiang, there is nothing I can do to help him. After listening to Bai Yuan's statement on the other side, at the end, he said such a sentence.

"Is the master really powerless? The master has always been compassionate, if this happens, it will be another misery, and the people will not be able to make a living, does the master really want to see it?" Bai Yuankai said.

"It's not that it doesn't matter, the poor monk is just an old monk, how much power does he have to stop this catastrophe?" said quietly after taking a sip of tea.

"Lord Jing, is this peace really going to pass?"

The three words "Jing Wangye" were like a thunderclap, slashing on Fan's body, he held the teacup hard, the room was quiet for a while, and he only heard the recitation in the distance, the melody of the bell, and the surging waves in his heart.

"Don't dare to be, the poor monk has long forgotten who the prince of Jing is? There is no prince of Jing in the world, there is only a monk, Amitabha. Lifan gently put down the teacup in his hand.

"Alright, Master, I will take my leave. Bai Yuan got up and wanted to leave, he really didn't have much time left.

"Where there is a cause, there is a fate, there is an effect, there is an end, all victories and defeats, there is a certainty, why should we be persistent?" said Lifan.

"Since it is the cause, I will plant this cause, how about it?" Bai Yuan looked at Fan with a solemn face.

Li Fan stood up, looked up at the old tree by the window, walked in front of Bai Yuan, and saluted Bai Yuan with one hand: "It's hard work." “

Bai Yuan looked deeply at Master Lifan in front of him, if he had ruled the world back then, maybe it would be much better than now. “

Out of the temple, Bai Yuan looked back at the temple, the eaves were wet, the west wind looked back, there was a dark fragrance, mottled in the late spring of the old time, the green was rich and tight, this clean day may be regarded as a kind of leisure.

Early in the morning, a new day begins again. It doesn't light up all at once, but when we close our eyes and open them at night, it dawns, and no one asks why, everything just so naturally.

"Stop, why are you going? Sun Mou looked at the swaying Sun Huaiyu and said.

"Drink. Sun Huaiyu said with a drunken face.

"Be presumptuous, what a way to drink in the morning! You can't do something serious. Sun Mou shouted.

"Serious business? What is serious business? Intrigue and deceit, I still drink my bar. Sun Huaiyu leaned against the tree and said in a daze.

"Then buy drunk every day? You're thirty, and when I'm thirty, I don't wait for the rooster to crow, and I return with the stars and the moon, and you're looking at you, do you know whose face you're embarrassing?"

"Whose face is it to lose?" Sun Huaiyu asked inexplicably.

"Rebel," Sun Mou walked forward quickly, raised the slap in his hand, and slammed it in mid-air.

Sun Huaiyu didn't avoid it, but raised his head and smiled.

But Sun Mou couldn't do it, he didn't know why his hand couldn't go down, the person in front of him had been listening to him for thirty years, and he had been fighting for thirty years, but today, he couldn't do it.

"Old grandson. Sun shouted.

"Sir. ”

"It's better to help the young master back into the house and tell him to drink less and write more poems or something. Sun Mou said lightly.

"Yes, sir. Lao Sun said.

Sun Mou left the house, but for some reason, he always felt that this was the last time. He looked up at the two-word "Sun Mansion" of Douda, and suddenly remembered the scene when he walked out of his house to Beijing to take the exam.

"Will you ever come back?" asked one of his childhood friends.

"No, it won't. He replied very firmly and crisply, and it is true that he never went back.

Now, however, he has some regrets.

He remembered his family's thatched cottage, the village where the courtyard rose, his childhood companions, and the intoxicating smell of wheat in the threshing floor, all of which belonged to him. He had never noticed before, how attached he was to the past.

He looked at Sun Fu and remembered the scene when he was young, how determined he was before, but he was so attached to it now, he was reluctant to leave everything he had created.

When people get old, their hearts will become softer.

"Sir, the hour is almost up. A subordinate cautiously reminded.

"Let's go. Sun waved his hand, and when he left, he glanced at it again-

Sun Mansion.

The emperor will not be there, the eternal country will not be restored, how can this small grandson be left in the world.