Luo Xiangzhu wiped away her tears and said softly: "Amian, are you back? How about you not being raped by that person?"
Ye Wumian smiled and said, "Don't worry, miss, I'm with this person and I'm fine."
Luo Xiangzhu had a thought in his mind and thought: "Could it be that Amian's words mean that he is fine, but Qian Boning is?"
Seeing his eyes as bright as stars and holding pearls of wisdom in his hands, I wanted to laugh a little, but Lin Yu chased him aside and didn't laugh.
Ye Wumian said: "This bowl of lotus seed soup was made by me in the kitchen just now. Miss, if you don't go to Uncle Tan's place for dinner, you can have the porridge first."
The porridge smelled fragrant, and it had been made without sleep all night. Luo Xiangzhu's eyes widened with a smile, and he said "hmm" twice before bringing it over and taking a few bites.
Hearing the sound of swallowing from the side, he saw Lin Yuzhui staring at the porridge in the bowl. Without hesitation, he pushed the bowl in front of her: "Sister Yuzhui, come and have some too!"
Lin Yuzhui was about to say: "Okay!"
However, the damn reserved feeling in my heart changed the words on my lips to: "No, no, no, I won't eat it. You have eaten it, and the spoon is stained with your saliva."
After saying this, she almost jumped up and yelled in her heart: "Lin Yuchui, Lin Yuchui, what on earth are you talking about?!"
A pair of eyes looked at Luo Xiangzhu helplessly, as if to say: "I'm sorry, I said the wrong thing."
Luo Xiangzhu smiled softly, seeing through it without saying anything, and said deliberately: "Okay! Sister Yuchui dislikes me, so I will have to eat alone."
Lin Yuzhui quickly grabbed her and said with a smile: "Good sister, good sister! My sister is wrong, my sister is wrong, please give me some of this delicious porridge."
Ye Wumian smiled at this scene, turned around quietly, walked out, and came to a deserted courtyard.
This small courtyard is different from other places. There are not many flowers and plants planted, only the bare mud surface, which looks a bit desolate in this cloudy autumn day. In addition, it is inaccessible and located in a secluded path. Literati who are good at lamenting spring and autumn will inevitably burst into tears when they come here.
Ye Wumian is from Luoyang, Henan, which is the north. The autumn fields in the north are similar to this.
He said in his heart: "I didn't expect that in a small courtyard in a foreign country, I could feel the autumn of my hometown."
Then I thought again and thought: "I was born in Luoyang, which is my hometown. However, the happiest years of my life were spent in Hunan. In Hunan, I met the master, Miss, they all treat me very well. They are all the best people in the world. With them here, how can Hunan be considered a foreign country?
I have almost learned the Hunan accent. When I go out to talk, who can hear my Luoyin? As for food, I like the rice from Jiangnan and the yellow-bone fish from Huguang. But the soup cakes from my hometown. Apart from occasionally making one or two meals myself, I have almost forgotten all about the taste of my childhood. . Now, I can almost be considered a Hunanese. How can Hunan be considered a foreign country to me? "
His thoughts became unfettered birds.
After a while, I flew to a tree in my hometown in the miserable winter. On that tree, all the flowers and leaves were gone, leaving only wilted branches. A stray lone goose was sitting on the branch and resting and singing. , crying blood;
After a while, I flew to the great river in the crisp autumn air of the southern country. On that river, there were dangers everywhere. A ship with ulterior motives was sailing. Two boys and girls, holding horses, boarded the ship, and their future was uncertain...
The two scenes switch back and forth, and the small courtyard they are in has become the background board in the two images. There is no longer a high-walled courtyard or a deep house, only the door to the heart that opens and closes repeatedly.
When he laughs, the door of his heart is opened; when he is sad, the door of his heart is closed.
When he was laughing, Lone Goose was summoned by another group of geese and flew south; when he was sad, people saw the body of Lone Goose in the spring of the following year.
There was a pain in his head, and the scene on the Xiangjiang River became weird.
The young man holding the sword was attacked by a group of bandits and was outnumbered. Knowing that there was no hope of escape, he threw the pine-patterned sword into the river. The bandits showed a victorious smile, killed the boy, defiled the girl, and dumped their bodies in the pool behind the bamboo house on the mountain.
From then on, there were two more white bones floating in the pool. The resentment in the bamboo house disturbed the candles in the forced bridal chamber in the middle of the night.
"Bang!" Ye Wumian suddenly roared and hit his head hard, "It's not like this, it's not like this! The young man wins, the young man wins!
Encouraged by the girl, he did not give up or give in easily. He worked hard to find a way to save himself and played with the gangsters. In the end, he made a comeback, killed all the gangsters, and fished him out of the pool. With their bones, we have found justice for those women who died miserably..."
"not like this!"
He looked up to the sky and roared, his eyes red as fire.
But the scene on the Xiangjiang River has not changed. Instead, it is still automatically performing the sequel: the corpses of the boy and girl are in the pool, feeling extremely bleak and cold. New corpses are constantly being thrown in, and no one listens to their tragic lives. .
Decades later, all the bandits on the mountain died. Humanity has been rare for seventy years, but this group of bandits can actually live to an old age.
…
Just when Ye Wumian was about to go crazy, a green lotus quietly bloomed within a small area of his spiritual platform, emitting thousands of golden lights.
At the same time, the picture finally looked different:
The young man who was forced into a desperate situation step by step was also thinking about saving himself step by step. The situation became more and more unfavorable, and although he felt more sad, he also became stronger.
Finally, with his unremitting efforts, he defeated the bandits with one sword, and sat on the highest mountain with the girl, blowing the evening breeze and watching the sunset.
"Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva, walking in the deep Prajnaparamita for a long time, saw that the five aggregates are empty, and survived all the hardships..."
He opened his lips slightly and recited the "Prajna Paramita Heart Sutra".
Prajna means wisdom. Polo is the other side, and Miduo is the arrival. The Heart Sutra is an excellent way to pursue the pursuit of reaching the other side of wisdom.
However, some people have been searching for it all their lives, only to find that wisdom is always on the other side, separated by an endless river.
So the man asked the Buddha, "After all this suffering, when will we get to the other side?"
Buddha said, look back.
He looked back and saw that there was himself behind him, across a river, looking anxiously this way.
In the sleepless night, I looked back like a fateful person, and saw myself with red eyes, roaring crazily to the sky, beating the ground and stamping my feet. It seemed that this myself was being entangled in pain;
Looking further back, above the Xiangjiang River, the river is broad, the clouds are low, the wild geese are calling the west wind, and a young man is struggling to save himself. This is also my past self, also entangled in pain.
Sleepless at night, I mutter to myself: "Painful me" is already "past me", and present me is "wisdom me"? Me, have I reached the other side of wisdom?
Just as he finished speaking, a large river fell from the sky. The sound of water and waves was like thunder, clearly blocking his path.
Boundless and hopelessly wide.
