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Wen Bufan walked on the path along the ridge of the field with a basket on his back. On both sides of the road were lush green wheat seedlings. The winter frost was strong enough, and they grew well.There will be several heavy snowfalls in the near future, and people can predict a bumper harvest in the coming year when they see the snow-covered wheat seedlings.

There is no one patrolling the fields anymore, and no one bows down to carefully and patiently pull out weeds in the fields.Wen Bufan's figure is like a rough and casual splash of ink, as if only a man with a basket on his back is walking silently in the world, lonely and thin.

Yaobai noticed Wen Bufan's unusual quietness.He can't comprehend the joys and sorrows in the world, and the only thing on his mind is the closure of a regular restaurant. He feels regretful but not sad.

He crawled out of the back basket, rested his hairy head on Wen Bufan's shoulder, looked sideways, and asked, "What are you thinking?" Want to hug him, "Why are you sad?"

Wen Bufan was stunned for a moment, lowered his eyes, and said, "I don't know."

He walked forward in silence, and suddenly stopped by the river, the river whirled and rushed to the distance, and the grass on both sides was lingering.

Yaobai suddenly heard Wen Bufan ask him, "Xiaobai, why is Buddha sad?"

At this moment, Yaobai still couldn't understand the "Buddha" in his mouth. He thought about it seriously for a while, and said, "You must have lost something that is especially precious." He forced himself to empathize with the "Buddha" and concluded that such an answer.

Wen Bufan fell silent again, and it took Yaobai a long time to hear Wen Bufan's voice in front of him. The voice was different from his usual soft-spoken words, like a tired sigh after sailing through thousands of sails, and it was like a sigh of relief in the wind and rain. Whispers of despair.He said, "But Xiaobai, I don't have anything particularly dear."

He didn't know why he was sad, where the emotion came from, let alone whether it should exist.There is a reason why Vajra Bodhisattva lowered his eyebrows with angry eyes, but he couldn't find the reason.People say that the Buddha is compassionate, but he just feels empty.

Like a body made of flesh and blood, it is empty inside.With this flesh and blood on his back, he doesn't know where to go in the vast land, let alone the way back.

It was just dawn on the second day, and when Yao Bai woke up, the place beside him had turned cold.Through the window, I saw Wen Bufan busy outside.Cultivating soil for flowers and repairing rings for rabbits, he is always busy.

Yao Bai stretched his waist and jumped out of the window, the morning sun was dazzling.He stood under the shadow of the eaves and watched quietly.At that time, he always felt that the sun was too long, and he could not finish sleeping several times a day. Every time he opened his eyes and woke up, he could see the blatant sun outside.The sunlight in the yard moved out inch by inch, making it extremely harsh.

It wasn't until the wasted present finally became the past of remembrance, that Yao Bai suddenly realized that even though the journey of God was long, the most cherished and unforgettable thing he cherished most was only those few tens of days.

Yaobai took another nap on the side of the window, he looked up at the courtyard, and the sun just went down a step.

Wen Bufan was sitting quietly on the futon by the window, with a book on his lap, he had just turned two pages.Yao Bai glanced at the densely packed awkward words and knew it was a Buddhist scripture.

He flapped his wings and landed on another ball of bulrushes, and asked casually, "How did you read the Buddhist scriptures today?"

Wen Bufan was serious, "Buddhist Li Jia said that the Buddhist scriptures answered people's doubts, which made people calm,"

"Then have you meditated?" Yao Bai raised his head and asked.

"No." Wen Bufan shook his head.

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Wen Bufan was neither persistent nor obsessive, and when he found out that reading Buddhist scriptures was useless, he resolutely abandoned it, turned around and went to prepare lunch for one person and one bird.After a while, two plates of stir-fried vegetables and a bowl of mushroom soup were brought to the table.Yao Bai was about to ask why there was no rabbit meat today, when he suddenly remembered that the butcher shop had been forced to close.

So I can only eat small green vegetables with mushroom soup.Every day, I feel sleepy after eating.Yaocai squatted aside and watched Wen Bufan clean up the dishes, always feeling that he was very absent-minded about everything he did today.

Yaobai's sleepiness was getting stronger, and he just plunged into the quilt to get a comfortable sleep, when suddenly the bed sank, and a shadow fell over his head.

"Xiaobai." Wen Bufan looked down at him, and said something without beginning or end, "There is a plague in the south, and many people died."

"Huh?" Yao Bai was puzzled.

"I want to go to the south." Wen Bufan said.

Yaobai looked at him, still a little dazed, "Just go." Although he said this, he suddenly became unhappy in his heart for some reason.

"You..." Wen Bufan paused, as if he was about to swallow something, and finally he looked away to avoid contact with Yaobai's eyes, and said, "Do you want to go with me?" ?”

Yao Bai was so happy when he heard this, he suddenly understood where the awkward mood came from.He didn't care where Wen Bufan went, what he cared about was saying goodbye without warning.It seems like a swallow living under the eaves. Suddenly one day the owner of the house said that I am going on a long journey, and the house cannot be borrowed from you. You can pack it up and go.

Yaobai realized something sadly, the relationship between him and Wen Bufan is like that of a house owner and Gu Yan.Wen Bufan's benevolent Buddha Nian picked him up and took care of him for a few months.When he returns to his original state, he will return to the deserted sycamore forest.He thought shyly in his heart: I don't even know how to make up the reason for staying by his side.

Wen Bufan was looking at him, as if waiting for him to nod and say yes.Yao Bai suddenly lay back under the quilt and said lazily, "The south is so far away, I don't want to go."

What responded to him was Wen Bufan's long silence.Yao Bai was almost counting his own heartbeat and listening to the movement above his head, but Wen Bufan neither left disappointed nor opened his mouth to speak.

Can't coax a few more words?

Yao Bai turned his head angrily, and happened to meet Shang Wen Bufan's eyes.Those eyes were like wheat awns in the autumn field, and they pierced him with a "poof".While scolding himself for being worthless, he felt reconciled at the same time: "I am weak and cannot walk that far." But he didn't mention the three words of not wanting to go.

Wen Bufan still sat quietly.

Yao Bai refused to let go, and continued to mutter: "I don't like to stay in the pan, the burrs will scratch my feathers."

This time he heard a very soft sigh behind him.Yao Bai's heart seemed to be squeezed by someone, and he became anxious in an instant.What if Wen Bufan believes it to be true and doesn't mention it anymore.Yaobai reacted quickly, almost exhausting his acting skills in his life, first sighed heavily, as if he had experienced an inhuman struggle, and had to make a helpless decision: "Okay, then I will go with you." After finishing speaking, he waited. When Wen Bufan spoke, he yelled loudly, "Okay, I'm so sleepy! Don't disturb my sleep." While yelling, he lay down under the quilt.

When it was over, it covered its head with its wings in boredom, but a pair of black eyes opened under the layers of feathers, looking out through a small gap.Wen Bufan still looked down at him, his tightly pursed lips moved, as if he breathed a sigh of relief.

A trace of joy filled Yaobai's heart.

At that time, his heart and eyes were full of Wen Bufan.As long as we can stay together with Wen Bufan every day, it doesn't matter whether the thatched cottage is in the north or the south, on the mountain or in the field.Later, he curled up alone in the dark place, stubbornly recalling that period of time over and over again.When chewing some clues, I often think of that ordinary afternoon, if he asks again: "Why do you want me to go?"

Would that idiot-like Wen Bufan be clumsy with his tongue, and just show his feet.And then none of that would happen.