Stealing the moonlight into my arms

Qianfo Mountain is empty and quiet late at night.

There will be pilgrims waiting to burn the first incense in the temples of Qianfo Mountain in the early morning, and the scenic area will be open until late at night.

But it had been raining for several days, the temperature was low and the road was slippery, so no one would go up the mountain at night.

The rolling mountains are hidden in the night, and the street lights on the long mountain road are bleak and lonely.

The street lights stretched the figures of Fu Runing and Xiao Jingting diagonally.

The man held an umbrella in his hand, and fine raindrops fell around them, and their shadows were tightly entangled.

Qianfo Mountain is named after the numerous Buddha statues and temples scattered across the mountain.

Fu Runing would enter any temple he saw and worship any Buddha he saw.

It's funny to say, my father has always been a staunch materialist, and no one in the family believes in this. Only my second uncle has a statue of Guan Gong at home.

But tonight, every step she took was extremely pious.

The incense ash in the stove was blown out by the wind, blurring her eyes and causing another burst of pain.

Fu Runing knelt in the center of the hall, and prayed for her father in her heart every time she kowtowed.

She didn't dare to make any big wishes, for fear that the Bodhisattva would not help her realize them.

She just wished that her father could stay with her for one more day without suffering.

The hall is empty and desolate, and the Bodhisattvas in the temple are solemn and majestic.

Xiao Jingting knelt beside her, watching her kneel down and worship, and was reluctant to get up. Her thin shoulders trembled slightly.

He didn't urge her, but just stayed by her side for as long as she knelt.

Fu Runing slowly stood up from the cushion.

When she stood up, her vision went dark, but fortunately a hand quickly came over and supported her.

"Thank you." She looked up at Xiao Jingting, then took two steps back.

Walking out of the main hall, there is a place to donate money for merit and light lamps to pray for blessings.

Outside the temple is a huge prayer tree, hung with wind chimes made of bamboo tubes, and each red ribbon represents a person's piety.

On rainy nights, only a few pilgrims come to burn the first incense.

As the temple bell rang at midnight, Fu Runing raised the incense in his hand high above his head to pay tribute to the gods in the sky.

After burning the first stick of incense, Fu Runing felt the tightness in her chest gradually subside.

She walked to the wishing board, picked up the pen on the table, and wrote down her wish on the paper.

Xiao Jingting didn't talk much. Most of the time he just followed her quietly, following her steps.

He walked over to her side and looked down at what she had written on the paper.

“May my father not be tormented by illness.

May my uncle and aunt be safe and healthy.

I hope my brother comes home soon.

May Luo Luo grow up happily. "

Fu Runing is not greedy and only fulfills his current wishes.

When Xiao Jingting saw her put down her pen, he couldn't help but ask, "Aren't you going to write your own?"

Fu Runing looked at him and shook her head.

"Being too greedy will not help the Bodhisattva. This is good enough."

The light from the temple was dim but soft, shining on the man's face, as if smoothing out the hard edges of his features, making him look a little softer.

Xiao Jingting didn't say anything else.

"Please help me get a ribbon." Fu Runing ordered.

The man nodded and turned to walk to the opposite side.

Fu Runing looked at his back, a glimmer in her eyes, and she picked up a pen and quickly wrote the last line on the paper -

"May Fu Zheng find peace and prosperity in his life."

I hope he will no longer be displaced for the rest of his life and will have someone to rely on.

When Xiao Jingting came back with the ribbon and prayer card, Fu Runing had already folded the paper and stuffed it into the small bamboo wind chime.

Hang up a prayer board, write blessings on it to leave a mark, tie a ribbon, and Xiao Jingting will hang it on the prayer tree.

Fu Runing stood quietly under the tree for a while. She turned to look at the man beside her, "Aren't you going to write a prayer card?"

Xiao Jingting thought for a moment and finally shook his head.

"Forget it. I won't make a wish. I'm afraid it won't go my way."

If you have a bad fate, don’t make random wishes.

The style of this answer is indeed very Xiao Jingting.

Fu Runing didn't refute him, but just murmured softly: "Fortunately, I made the wish for you."

Xiao Jingting subconsciously asked back: "What?"

He seemed not to hear clearly.

Fu Runing didn't answer him, but looked down the mountain.

"Come on, let's go home."

Xiao Jingting didn't ask any more questions, "Then let's go home."

It was almost two in the morning when I got home from Qianfo Mountain.

Fu Runing took a shower and lay down. She and Xiao Jingting still slept in the same bed. She took the initiative to move next to the man and held the hem of his clothes.

"Thank you for today."

Xiao Jingting heard the tiredness in her voice and remembered the many tears she shed in front of him. He couldn't say what he felt in his heart, but he didn't feel comfortable.

He said calmly, "Go to bed, it's late."

Fu Runing may have released the high-pressure and tense emotions, and she was really tired, so she fell asleep soon.

Xiao Jingting really couldn't fall asleep.

He was in the pitch-black room, looking at the ceiling above his head.

I'm thinking about something.

It was past five in the morning.

Xiao Jingting got up early. His movements were so small that he didn't disturb the person sleeping in the bed.

Without alerting the rest of the family, he drove out.

He got up early and didn't go anywhere else, but drove back to Qianfo Mountain.

It rained all night and only stopped at dawn.

Xiao Jingting returned to the temple. The courtyard was covered with fallen leaves, and he was the only one under the prayer tree.

He accurately found the one written by Fu Runing among the prayer cards and took it down.

Take out the paper inside the bamboo wind chime and unfold it.

The last line of words clearly read:

"May Fu Zheng settle down and find peace of mind."

The man looked at the beautiful handwriting, stroked his name with his fingers, and a gleam in his eyes.

After a while, he folded the paper, and carefully tore off the line of words along the crease, and placed it carefully.

Finally, put the remaining paper back in and hang the wish card high on the tree again.

Xiao Jingting left the temple alone and went down the mountain.

On the way down the mountain, the wind blew away the morning mist.