That temple that person

It's been a long time since I came back to Beijing.

It used to be my hometown, but now it looks like a scar on my body.I turned around, lowered my bamboo hat among the busy crowd, and walked against the current.The people passing by were all panic-stricken faces, women screaming loudly with champagne on their faces, and men running behind me with buckets of veins exposed.Behind me is the scorching heat of burning the past. Looking up from the farce, the dignitaries on the pavilion are still drinking tea, playing chess, and talking and laughing calmly.

Just like in the past, they never cared about the people and things in the fire. Even if the laughter and laughter in the past were burned into a pile of rubble, what's the point of waving their hands and building another one?Even if things are people but not people.

I passed through the crowd, walked through the bustling streets, turned into a remote alley, pushed open a dilapidated chai gate, and saw no one around, so I dodged in.

She hid behind the door in a panic, with tears dripping from the corners of her eyes that were originally bruised, and shivering, full of fear: "Brother, why did you come back? Where did you go?"

That year, all the men of the Bai family were beheaded in the vegetable market, and their bloody heads rolled down the bloody steps like watermelons.The executioner hung my father's head high until the summer heat rotted it, attracting flies.I was full of thoughts of vengeance, until I heard that she was alive.The man said that as long as I do things for him, the Bai family will finally survive as a brother and sister.

I finally returned to the capital.When I killed the two tortoise slaves and kicked the door in, she was curled up in a corner of the firewood room, her clothes were ragged, and there were some welt marks.In the dark, she raised her bruised cheeks and watched me take off the mask quietly. When she finally saw my face clearly, the two lines of tears were like blades, passing across my heart.

I wiped the moisture from the corners of her eyes with my hands, patted her head as I did when I was a child, and forced a smile: "Don't be afraid." She looked at me blankly, then hugged me tightly, and cried: "Brother, let's go, Leave the capital and live a good life..."

I haven't said anything to her, but she seems to have felt everything.Her wish is also my wish, but unfortunately, it is too late.

I held her shoulders and pushed back, ignoring her tearful face, walked to the house inside, and started to pack the few things that were left.

She followed me step by step, wanting to beg, and while I was busy tidying up and packing, I said to myself: "These things are all temporary and make do with it. Now it's not the same as before. In the future, you have to be thrifty. If you don’t spend money, you don’t need to spend money. You’d better be careful outside. You’ll have to wear a few sets of men’s clothes here. As long as you get married in the future, you won’t be afraid..." She said in my The words burst into tears: "Marry who? You want me to marry someone, so when I marry someone, will you come?"

I sniffled, tied the package more firmly, looked at the ground and said, "The carriage is waiting at the back door."

Dada's horseshoe echoed on the bluestone road.She lifted the curtain of the car and looked at my tearful face, and gradually moved away until she couldn't see it.My heart is also empty, as if the last connection between me and this land has been completely broken.

In the end, I am still happy.Because I kept it, even if that person was so powerful that just a mere memorial made my whole family fall into a sea of ​​blood.I can't take revenge, but I saved the last bloodline of the Bai family, using my own life, using all my remaining hope.

I stood in front of the door for a long time, and the black horse next to me neighed impatiently.I stroked its shiny black mane, and asked it with a smile: "Horse, horse, if there is one last thing I haven't done in this world, what do you think it would be?" It didn't understand what I was saying, it just scratched the ground twice with its hooves, a little irritated.I held the rein of the horse, looked at the gray sky, a little dazed, and heard myself saying, "Yes, it's getting dark."

The weather was a bit cold again, and my big black horse snorted twice.I patted its body, and said with a smile, "You want to leave too?" I looked at the setting sun in the sky, and said, "Then take me to see him, before it gets dark."

From a distance, I saw the mountain gate.The three big characters "Chongming Temple" are engraved on the plaque. In the dark sky, it is still the last light in my heart.I jumped off the horse and ran all the way up the stone steps. I accidentally fell down a few times on the way, but I didn't feel any pain. Half of my heart was extremely happy, and half was sore to the bone.I want to laugh and cry.In the past, the private school teacher at home taught me a lot of things, but he never told me that loving someone is such a desperate thing. Love is giving, it is willing to burn, it is an endless abyss, and it is no regrets.I want to see him, to the last moment of my life, I still want to see him!

Before the temple door was pushed open, there was a faint sound of fighting inside.After pushing open the temple door, a black shadow flew towards me.

Fang Yao fell into my arms and knocked me back a few steps.I hugged his fluffy body, seeing the blood at the corner of his mouth like a slender stream, the shock in my heart was indescribable.Seeing me, a look of panic suddenly appeared on his pale face, and he whispered to me: "Go, go..." A strong murderous aura rushed towards my face, and rushed straight to the door. I raised my head and saw Tianlong standing Not far away, he looked at us coldly, the blood in his eyes revealing the bottomless darkness and terror.

All of a sudden, there was only a sound of "poof", and Fu Shikang's figure flashed in front of our eyes like lightning, blocked our sight, and remained motionless.He turned his head slowly and said, "Let's go." I saw his pale lips, and saw the silver dart pierced deeply on his chest.

Tianlong's voice sounded coldly in front of Fu Shikang: "Don't leave, let's be buried with my senior brother."

It was as if something had hit my head heavily, and my entire head began to buzz with severe pain.The world in front of me became even darker, and the criss-crossed fighting figures seemed as long and unreal as a puppet show, until Fu Shikang bumped into a pillar on the side, knocking the pillar out of the crack, and the palm wind of Tianlong approached my nose. I kept thinking: Am I dreaming?

The palm wind stopped in front of my eyes.It was Fang Yao who pulled his sleeve and said something: "You forgot what Sha Hua's last wish was?"

last wish?Hearing these two words, I couldn't help but start laughing.Obviously it was fine before, and before I left, he could still hug me.After I finally came back, these people are going to tell me Fang Yao's last wish.I stared blankly at Tianlong's trembling lips and body, and asked, "Tianlong, where's your brother?"

Tianlong stood in front of me, with his head bowed, and one or two drops began to fall on the ground, and a sad rain fell on the dry ground.I went to ask Fang Yao again: "Didn't I tell you not to let him die?" Fang Yao supported the ground and stood up slowly, I grabbed his skirt and said, "I told you. He closed his eyes and said for a long while, "I'm sorry."

What kind of world is in front of me?Shaky, dim, unreal.I suppressed my urge to retch, not knowing whether it was the ground shaking or myself shaking, I stretched out my hand and walked towards the closed door of Shahua, feeling that the road in front of me was getting darker and darker.I think he is still waiting for me inside, whether he is meditating or chanting scriptures, he will always stand up and become the light in my darkness.I don't know who said: "He is dead!"

The fishy sweetness in my throat finally vomited out, a flower of blood bloomed in the night, and more and more darkness swallowed it.I stretched out my hand towards the blood-stained door and said with a smile, "Sorry, it's still dirty..."

I don't know how long it took, but I seemed to wake up, but I was so heavy that I couldn't open my eyes.After a while, I knew that I was lying on the bed, and I could vaguely hear others talking about me: "Excessive heartache, relapse of eye disease..."

"When it will be better, I can't say for sure. Maybe one day it will be better suddenly, maybe..."

"Hey, you guys should invite another Gao Ming, another Gao Ming."

Am I missing?I reached out to touch my bandaged eyes.I can't open it, and I can't see it.However, a smile gradually appeared in my heart.I heard the voice in my heart: It's okay if I can't see it, it's okay if I can't see it...

One hand opened mine unceremoniously, and the voice was as angry and contemptuous as before: "How long do you want to be decadent!" In the emptiness of unconsciousness, everyone is still there, and I have not lost anything.I'm afraid that once I speak, the fantasy will be like a bubble, broken in the sun.

Tianlong stood by the bed for a while, then suddenly sneered, "You blind man."

After the silence, he was still smiling and said: "You blind man, what's so good about you?" Something warm fell onto the back of my hand intermittently, accompanied by his words: "I knew it would happen a long time ago." That's right. You useless blind man, senior brother worried about you when he was alive, and he still has to worry about you when he is dead. You shouldn't come back. Before senior senior brother died, he was most afraid of you coming back, but you still came back. "

The eyes healed after three months.The doctor said it was a miracle.Three months later, when I opened my eyes, the first thing I saw was white snow all over the sky.

Both Tianlong and Fu Shikang have left.I wrapped myself in a sable fur and walked on a thin patch of snow. The trees in the backyard were covered with snow, and so was the small tomb. After a snowfall, it turned into a snowball.Fang Yao was sitting in the snow, throwing paper money into the charcoal basin, his hair and shoulders also turned gray, as if he had aged several decades suddenly.

I walked over, sniffed and said: "Don't burn this, he doesn't like money." Fang Yao lowered his head and continued to burn, saying: "It's not for him. Burn it for others so that they don't beat him." idea."

I also sat down and brushed off the snowflakes on the tombstone with my hand, just like the time in front of the Buddha at that time.He sat quietly all the time, and I was used to fanning him, repelling mosquitoes, and listening to him recite scriptures.The paper in Fang Yao's hand was burned out, and he had already done what he could do, so he didn't miss the last chance to laugh at me: "Young Master Bai, it turns out that you have never discovered that Fu Shikang's amnesia was early. Enough."

"Yeah, he deceived everyone," I wrapped my sable fur tightly, "just like this man."

I was finally the only one left in Chongming Temple.One day, someone knocked on the door of the temple. I thought an old man from another year was visiting. Unexpectedly, a benevolent old monk came.Looking at his wrinkled face, I suddenly understood many things, and I said, "Master, can you shave me?"

It is said that people have three thousand threads of troubles. When they are shaved, the strands of hair are cut off, fall, and fall to the ground. Many memories seem to fall into the dust along with them.I remember a flower blooming in the corner of the wall that I met at the Peony Flower Party when I was young, I remember the white moonlight shining through the prison cell, I remember the bloody sun when I walked with Fang Yao and Fu Shikang on the streets of Fulu with wine jars, I remember that day I remember that the mountains after the rain were shrouded in light fog...they were like rain of falling flowers.

After all, I just can't remember that year.That year, I was still at an age where I couldn't even reach the window sill, and I grabbed my mother's skirt and put it into the palace.I don't like the royal banquet, where there is only a young man in white smiling at me.After drinking, it was warm spring, I sneaked to the pool to grab the flowers by the pool, a flawless hand crossed my head, gently folded off the flower branch, and handed it to my eyes.I looked at the flower and the hand, dumbfounded.Someone not far away is calling me, awakening my dream.

How many years have passed?That year, he had not yet become a monk.The temple was filled with smoke, and there were many believers.I was standing at the foot of the stone steps, when the wind passed by, a rain of dreamy flowers floated in the air, and pink □□□□ white lobular crape myrtle danced in front of my eyes.Suddenly, it seems that I have seen such flowers somewhere.Suddenly a flawless hand holds a few petals, the gentleness is more than flowers.I looked up, through the rain of flowers...

It's in the past.My boyhood is gone with his departure, and that youth is as hazy as a flower in my memory.The last strand of hair fell to the ground, and I heard his smile: "Hua, it fell on you."