After lunch, Zhang Shaofei said goodbye to Lu Huilan and his family with a nostalgic mood. Lu Huilan handed the "talisman" to Zhang Shaofei, holding a handbag in her hand to see off her savior, her brother Afei.
After leaving the entrance of Houliang Village in the west, I came to the small river unknowingly. Suddenly, the huge old lychee tree by the river came into view...
Ah, this clear river, this huge old lychee tree... Nothing here seems strange to Zhang Shaofei at all.
The scene stirred up emotion, and he couldn't help but think of the passing years...
Zhang Shaofei looked at the huge old lychee tree with infinite affection. Unknowingly, he held Lu Huilan's soft hand tightly and moved forward reluctantly. Accompanied by the dust along the way, he walked along the river and began to He embarked on a life journey to seek Buddhism.
It was the golden autumn season, leaving the land of Taizhen Village where he had shed his youthful sweat, leaving his dear mother, Lu Huilan and her parents, leaving his fellow villagers, carrying his simple luggage, and looking at the mountains and rivers that greeted his eyes. , pastoral areas, criss-crossing roads, criss-crossing rivers... The ancient land of Qiu County is still lush green in many places, with a little gold in between. People have begun the autumn harvest...
Zhang Shaofei held Lu Huilan's hand, and the sadness of separation enveloped his heart. Along the way, he was silent, and the silence was better than the sound...
In this way, Zhang Shaofei and Lu Huilan walked in silence all the way to the foot of Yalou Mountain.
Yalou Mountain, with overlapping peaks and rows of clouds, is dotted with green and green, and is completely natural.
At the foot of Yalou Mountain, this ancient land has a long history, and the incense from the Qin and Han Dynasties has lasted for thousands of years. The Xijiang River runs through the Houliang territory from south to north. It is rippled, beautiful and bright, adding a bit of aura to the land of Houliang on both sides of the river bank. At the same time, it also brings out the beautiful scenery on both sides of the Taiwan Strait. To the west of the river bank is a majestic mountain called Yalou Mountain. The mountain is lush with green trees, gurgling clear streams, and chirping birds. It is spring all year round. At the foot of the mountain is an ancient pavilion - Shili Changting Pavilion.
Today, Lu Huilan sent Zhang Shaofei to the north to seek Buddhist teachings. He sent them to this ten-mile long pavilion to say goodbye. This is inherently sad, not to mention that it is the late autumn season, which only adds a little more sadness. It is such a sad and annoying scene.
The joys and sorrows are separated here, and from now on they will be separated by thousands of miles.
At noon on the day of departure, the mountains were covered with white chrysanthemums, and the autumn wind blew. Who dyed the mountains with white chrysanthemums? Those are the tears of Li Ren...
Next to the ancient road, there is a long pavilion with lush and fragrant grass. Although the willow silk is long, it is difficult to tie the feet of people traveling far away. I wish that the sparse forest could always catch the setting sun.
Unexpectedly, Lu Huilan had just ended Zhang Shaofei's long lovesickness search for Ganoderma lucidum in the West Sea, but now she has begun to worry about separation again. Hearing him say "I'm leaving", I suddenly became thinner; seeing the ten-mile long pavilion from a distance, I became even thinner: Who can understand this feeling of separation and farewell?
Zhang Shaofei looked at the inseparable Lu Huilan and said with infinite affection: "Sister Alan, why aren't you dressed up today?"
"Alas" Lu Huilan sighed faintly, a burst of sadness surged into her heart, and she said in her heart: Brother A Fei, how do you know what's in my heart? Seeing you carrying your luggage and preparing to leave makes me sad and sad. How can I be in the mood to stick to my clothes and dress up so delicately and charmingly? From tonight, I'm afraid I have to prepare quilts and pillows, and I can only sleep in a daze. Stifled sleep; from tonight, that shirt and sleeves will only be filled with constant tears. Why don't you teach people to be sad? Why don't you worry about killing people? From now on, all I can do is wait for my brother to return...
On the stone platform of Changting, Lu Huilan and Zhang Shaofei were sitting opposite each other. Here, Lu Huilan took out a bottle of wine and two wine glasses from her handbag.
The autumn wind blew, yellow leaves flew around, and withered grass stained by frost was all over the ground; over there, Zhang Shaofei, who was sitting sideways on the side table, frowned and stared blankly.
Zhang Shaofei saw Lu Huilan holding back tears but did not dare to let them flow out, for fear that he would notice...
Suddenly, I saw her lowering her head again, taking a long breath, pretending to arrange her plain silk clothes.
Although the autumn scenery is picturesque, but the farewell is imminent, at this time, why not make people sad and cry! Her mind seemed obsessed and her mood was like drunkenness. From the day he bowed to the stone, her waist became thinner and thinner than a yellow flower...
"Brother A Fei, please...please have a drink..." Lu Huilan held the wine glass and sighed, infinitely sad.
After returning from buying Ganoderma lucidum, not long after the reunion, feelings of separation and separation followed. During these days, Lu Huilan deeply felt the feeling of separation, but it turned out to be ten times more painful than lovesickness.
Young boys and girls, don't take separation too lightly, take affection lightly, and easily abandon each other. I don’t even want to remember the scene and sweetness of relying on each other and holding hands.
For a moment, even though they could only stay together for a while, they were still drinking together on the same stage. There was deep meaning in her eyes, and recalling the twists and turns, she almost turned into a Wang Fu Stone.
Zhang Shaofei held the wine glass stupidly, "Mei, what kind of wine is this? I can still drink it... It smells like water and earth. If it is real water and earth, there is also a smell of earth and a taste of water... "
The fragrant wine is as light as water to Zhang Shaofei and Lu Huilan at this moment. It is mostly the tears of lovesickness in the eyes of lovers.
It's not that I don't want to drink the wine in front of me, it's just that my stomach is full of sorrow. For the sake of the fantasy "Buddha Dharma", a couple of lovers were separated in two places, and they let out long sighs one after another.
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After finishing the farewell "liquor", Lu Huilan handed Zhang Shaofei the exquisite handbag containing red eggs. The two were reluctant to part, and the afterglow of the setting sun had already shone on the vast Yalou Mountain.
Lu Huilan looked at the sunset, knowing that the time to say goodbye had come. She thought: After saying goodbye in this long pavilion, I wonder where he will sleep tonight? Even in dreams, it is hard to find...
Lu Huilan watched the setting sun and slowly climbed down the Western Mountain. As if in the dark, a voice seemed to be calling her: "If you don't leave now, your brother may not be able to leave; if you don't leave, his sacredness will be delayed." great cause……"
She hesitated, turned around, and walked out of the Ten Mile Pavilion without looking back. She went straight down the mountain resolutely and disappeared into the stone mountain opposite the pavilion...
Zhang Shaofei stood in the pavilion and watched Lu Huilan leave in a hurry. He couldn't help crying: "My sister is gone. What can I do with her?"
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Zhang Shaofei stood in the Changting Pavilion, unable to see Lu Huilan's retreating figure. He left the Changting Pavilion with a sad mood, and walked all the way towards Hubei under the afterglow of the setting sun...
