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It was noon now, and the faithful men and women went home and rested, and there was only the boy left in the front hall of the temple.

No one cared about him, and no one urged him to drive him away.Lin Zhanyu knelt on the cushion, silently weighing his thoughts.

It has reached such a point that as long as people are not stupid, most of them can understand what they are thinking.

It's not that Lin Zhanyu hadn't thought about that before, but every time he killed the thought just as it came into being.

In the past, it was because it was difficult for him to admit to himself that he had the obsession with broken sleeves, such as the love of Long Yang. He was afraid of the master's beating and scolding and the eyes of his brothers, so he drew a line in his heart and only allowed himself to think of it. "Befriend Wei Shige for life" is the layer.

But now it's because he doesn't want to face despair, let alone accept the fact that senior brother doesn't like him and only likes women.

Kneeling in front of the Buddha statue, he asked himself piously: I have him in my heart, don't I?

Yes.He heard his own inner voice.

At twelve noon, the big bell of the temple is rung.

Every time the solemn bell rang, Lin Zhanyu felt his heart tremble.

His tears couldn't stop flowing, and a voice in his heart said repeatedly: Yes.

Lin Zhanyu hated himself for being slow and weak. He knew that if this thought had been recognized two years earlier, he could have found a suitable time to tell Wei Qingyun. .

But now the other party is going to marry a wife, and he is marrying a loving, virtuous and beautiful wife.It's too late, everything is too late.

why?The young man couldn't care about anything else, and began to cry on his own, thinking while crying: Brother, I can't bear it.

I don't want you to leave.

All my youthful ignorance and frivolity, purity and pride are all tied to you.

You just left as soon as you said, married a wife and had children, started a family and started a business, buried all the enthusiasm in my heart, and left me a body like a walking dead. How should I live in the future?

When he finally had enough of crying, Lin Zhanyu got up and stretched his numb legs, but when he turned around, he found a monk standing at the door and looking at him.

The man stood against the light, his figure intertwined with the sunlight, blurring the boundary.

Lin Zhanyu let out a long breath to ease his mind, then bowed to the monk, and when he raised his head again, his eyes became clear and firm.

He turned around and looked at the Buddha statue, thinking: I have no fate with him in this life, but here today, I want to seek an afterlife.

Young people always have no scruples. For the yearning in their hearts, they will give up everything.

Some people are greedy for power and high positions, and some people abide by moral beliefs. The rich can throw thousands of dollars for promises, and the poor can reward their confidants with their lives.

The young man thought for a while, and then continued to think silently: One of the people who gave birth to me is no longer alive, and the other has long since disappeared. I have nothing to worry about.

Wei Qingyun was eight years older than him, and Lin Zhanyu felt that he could not exchange too many years of life, and he still wanted to accompany that person until he grew old.So he asked in his heart: Eight years, is it enough?

When I looked up again, the Buddha statue was still high above, and there was no change in the kindly eyebrows.

The Buddha didn't give him an answer, but Lin Zhanyu figured it out.

He knelt down again and kowtowed heavily.

He thought: Now that there is an afterlife, as long as he lives smoothly in this life, I will no longer have any demands.

The boy saw Senior Brother Wei again in the afternoon of this day.At that time, he was wandering aimlessly in the city of Nanjing when he heard someone calling him from a distance.

He turned his head and saw the anxious Wei Qingyun, and suddenly realized that he had caused trouble.

"Lin Zhanyu!" Brother Wei quickly ran up to him, and after confirming that he was unharmed, he firmly grabbed his wrist.

"You child, what are you thinking about all day long?" Wei Qingyun searched for him all day, and all his worries and fatigue turned into anger at this moment: "If you think about it, just tell the truth, why did you lie to us? Do you know Know how much we worry about you!"

"Worried about me?" When Lin Zhanyu saw this person, all his thoughts seemed to be twisted into a twist.

The young man didn't want to admit defeat, let alone show timidity, so he snorted coldly, and with a flash of thought, he repeated what he heard from Xue He a few years ago: "I am a child whose father has run away and no one wants me. Are you worried about me?"

After his words fell, Wei Qingyun's expression became extremely complicated, anger mixed with surprise emerged at the same time.This made Lin Zhanyu feel a distant closeness, and then became more and more desperate.

He felt that there were thousands of miles of city walls and thousands of miles of rivers between him and this person, but he was greedy for the warmth like a mirage.

The young man frowned and thought sadly: Senior brother, can you stop worrying about me and stop treating me.

But he knew Senior Brother Wei wouldn't do it, he was the most righteous.Back then, Wei Qingyun would do everything possible to help Lu Jiang who met by chance, let alone him, a junior who had known him for many years.

What's worse is that he admires the other party's benevolence and kindness, integrity and friendship.

Such traits are incompatible with this world, but they seem to shine brightly.

Before he could figure it out, a burning pain appeared on his face.Wei Qingyun slapped him with great force, his face livid: "Who will you show that you are so self-deprecating?"

Lin Zhanyu was stunned. He looked at the other party, and after a while, he quickly admitted his mistake: "Brother, I'm sorry."

"You don't have to apologize to me." Wei Qingyun turned and left, leaving him only one sentence: "You are the one who is sorry."

As Lin Zhanyu expected, his brother Wei is indeed getting married, and the bride is Lu Jiang from Ronghua class.

The young man has been trying his best to persuade himself not to think about it, and most of the time he can indeed do it, but every time he faces Wei Qingyun, he still gets flustered.So he can only use two extreme reactions of indifference and rivalry to cover up his uneasiness.

"Little pole, what's the matter with you?" Wei Qingyun naturally noticed Lin Zhanyu's abnormality. He was reading the account book in the front yard that day, and when he saw this man walking past him with a cold face, he asked casually: "Senior brother is getting married." Are you unhappy?"

"No." Lin Zhanyu quickly put on a smile: "I'm very happy. Brother, I'm happy for you."

"Really?" Wei Qingyun felt that the words were unbelievable. He looked away from the ledger and turned to stare at the young man who was already about the same height as him: "You tell me the truth, what is it for?"

"Senior brother," Lin Zhanyu grabbed his cuff and lowered his voice very low, as if he was afraid of disturbing anyone: "You always ask me if I am happy, but what about you? Are you really happy?"

"Yes." Wei Qingyun nodded: "Naturally."

"Okay." Lin Zhanyu lowered his eyes: "I see. Brother, you must live well, and you must love each other for a hundred years."

"Zhan Yu," Wei Qingyun asked tentatively in a low voice, "Do you like Lu Jiang?"

"How is it possible?" Lin Zhanyu was taken aback, and quickly denied it: "If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't even know her name. Senior brother, why would you think so?"

"No." Wei Qingyun didn't expect Lin Zhanyu to have such a big reaction to this question, so he hurriedly coaxed: "I don't think you are unhappy..."

"I'll tell you again, I'm not unhappy!" Lin Zhanyu interrupted him with a cold face, and went out without looking back.

"This brat." Wei Qingyun chased him to the door, and wanted to drag him back to teach him a lesson, but Qiao Li who heard the sound stopped him and went back to the house.

"Brother Wei, calm down." Qiao Li had just come back from the outside, seeing that the boy was about to be beaten again, he hurriedly persuaded him: "Don't think too much about it. That kid has always been irritable, and it's not like you don't know it. He It's not necessarily because of your troubles, maybe there are other troubles."

"What troubles can he have?" Wei Qingyun was furious: "He eats and sleeps soundly every day, and still wants to go to heaven?"

"Okay, okay." Qiao Li poured him a glass of cold boiled water: "He's still young, and there will be no such things in two years."

Wei Qingyun took the porcelain cup and drank it down in one gulp. The coolness of the water flooded his throat and lungs, extinguishing his anger a lot.

He sighed: "Let him go. I don't know what he wants to do, so I can't control it."

The wedding was set for autumn.Compared with Xue He Qiao Li's wedding, this ceremony is much simpler.Wei Qingyun and Lu Jiang are not lively people, so they kept everything simple.

Lin Zhanyu did not go to Brother Wei's new home, but sent Qiao Li a message early in the morning, saying that he had caught a cold and needed to rest.

In addition, the boy asked Senior Brother Xiao Qiao to help him bring Wei Qingyun a simple white envelope, which contained his wedding congratulations to Senior Brother.

Wei Qingyun opened the envelope, took out a piece of paper, and saw a small poem written on it:

I heard that you have a good relationship, and I wish you three wishes again.

One wish that the piano and se will be in harmony forever, and the other wish that the brilliance will not diminish.

Three wishes for a long life, white hair with one heart.

The boy has made a lot of records over the years, and his handwriting is getting better and better.Normally, Wei Qingyun didn't pay attention to it, but it wasn't until then that he realized that the child's handwriting was clear but not lacking in vigor, and the sharpness was hidden in the smooth strokes, which made people look very comfortable.

But he didn't have much time to think, because someone called him from behind the next moment.He looked back and saw his "old acquaintance" He Dashan standing not far away.

"Master He." He hurried over, smiling all over his face: "You are here."

"Qingyun," Master He said with a smile, "After drinking your wedding wine, I'm leaving tomorrow."

"Are you leaving?" This was beyond Wei Qingyun's expectation: "This..."

"I have to go to Weihaiwei first, and then return to Hong Kong. The foundation of the He family's business and Mr. Yang's like-minded friends are all there. We have been living in Nanjing for a long time."

As he spoke, he lowered his eyes: "Teacher has lived a total of 81 years in his life. He has worked hard for the future of his family and country from birth to death, but he has never seen Guotai Minan with his own eyes. Before he left, he told me to let me take his The ashes were taken to Liugong Island, where they will be buried with me in a hundred years. In addition, I was asked to set up a tomb for him in Hong Kong so that colleagues and students can pay homage to him."

Wei Qingyun saw a bit of desolation in Master He's eyebrows, but he felt that this man's thoughts were actually more than that.But when he looked carefully, he couldn't make out the others.

After all, he has only lived for more than [-] years, and Master He's experiences are all cold words to him, and it is really impossible to empathize with the old man's thoughts in just a few words.

But he suddenly remembered one thing: Xue He told him earlier that this Master He had worked in the navy when he was young and had fought against the Japanese.

Liugong Island, Hong Kong, and Nanjing form a line from north to south, and there are footprints of this man everywhere.A generation has grown old, and a new generation has grown up in the smoke.

Wei Qingyun hurriedly responded: "If the younger generation has a chance in the future, he will definitely go to Hong Kong to pay a visit."

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I heard that you have a good relationship, and you will be farther away from each other.

Send hospitality from afar, and then pray and wish three wishes.

One wish that the piano and se will be in harmony forever, and the other wish that the brilliance will not diminish.

Three wishes for a long time, meet again with white hair.

From Mr. Shen Junshan.

Ordinarily it is still early at this time, and this little poem has not been written by Mr. Shen Junshan, but I think it is more appropriate to use it here, so I changed it and put it here. . .Just leave it blank. . .