Red plums reflect youth

In the cold winter morning, the sun is cold and the wind is cold.

In the Fahua Temple on Lingfeng Mountain, all the trees are withered and the scenery is bleak. "咚~~~咚~~~" A few lonely and muffled morning bells rang out in the empty mountains, slowly annihilated in this silent mountain with all the love, hate, infatuation and resentment in the world.

After the early chanting, Master Wu Wu took a leisurely walk in the backyard to study Buddhism.

Unknowingly, it stopped under the red plum tree that had not yet bloomed.There is no time in the mountains, and the year is unknown in the cold.Master Wu Wu couldn't remember how long it had been since the last time he noticed this red plum, but he only vaguely remembered that there seemed to be a young man in a scarlet cloak who stood here obsessively looking at this plum blossom.

And the appearance of that young man, he had already forgotten.The eminent monk is like him, everything is like a passing cloud, come and go at will, gather and disperse according to the fate, the heart is nothing, and there is no place to get dust.

In the backyard, another frail young man came. His face was clear, his spiritual platform was clear, and his figure was as graceful as a Taoist immortal. Those quiet and soft eyes seemed to be the clearest stream in the world, the most affectionate breeze... …yet he faltered and coughed.

He is terminally ill.He is Li Jinyuan, the astonishingly brilliant genius of Daqing, the son of the current Prime Minister Li Qian. (If you still remember...ah, Fuliu wrote about him about a year ago, sin~)

"Do you think this year's red plum blossoms will be as beautiful as in previous years?" Li Jinyuan approached Master Wu, looking at the red plum trees with tenderness in his eyes, like the most lingering nostalgia: "In a while, they should bloom Well... just don't know, can I still see..."

"Amitabha." Master Wu put his palms together and recited the Buddha's name lightly.The Buddha's deepest compassion for all living beings is contained in this one Buddha's name.

"Master..." Li Jinyuan looked at Master Wu calmly, and said: "At the beginning, Zhao Modi's song "One Character Song" was famous all over the world, but it's a pity that such a heavenly song has been lost."

Venerable Master Wu Wu was invited to a banquet and was fortunate to hear this divine comedy.But even though he listened humbly with bowed head and lowered eyebrows, his kind face did not change a bit, as if all the words could not cause ripples in his heart.

"If someone can play again, I wonder if the mage would like to make this kind of good relationship?" Li Jinyuan asked suddenly.

"Amitabha, goodness is goodness." Master Wu Wu said kindly, and said to Li Jinyuan: "The world is so big, only Jinyuan you have the talent and talent to be competent, but it is a pity that you have not cultivated the root of love, and you will end up missing. Let go of your obsessions." , reborn without form, Amitabha."

Li Jinyuan shook his head slightly when he heard the words: "Master, you know me best. In my life, this is the only obsession. Now, there is still one person who can play this song. If the master is sympathetic and forms this good relationship, Jin Yuan will be able to play again in this life." No regrets... Cough cough cough~" Li Jinyuan suddenly coughed while clutching his chest tightly, but continued: "I know that there is a score for this song in the Master's Notes, cough cough cough, can you~cough cough cough~"

"Who is this person?" Master Wu Wu asked kindly.

"Liu Ziqing." Li Jinyuan finally regained his strength, looked at the red plum tree and said, "The mage should still have an impression. You enlightened him here two years ago."

"It's him..." The scarlet point in Master Wu's mind gradually became clear.

"Does the mage know who he is?" Li Jinyuan continued.

Master Wu Wu twirled the Buddha beads in his hands, and listened to Li Jinyuan's words leisurely, as if he had listened to his heart, but also as if he had left nothing in his heart.

"Luo Shu only recently told me that he turned out to be Zhao Modi's son."

As soon as Li Jinyuan said this,

suddenly,

The beads in Master Wu's hand broke, and the round and smooth beads fell to the green brick floor and scattered in all directions.

Seeing this, Li Jinyuan couldn't help but muttered in surprise: "Master..."

I saw that Master Wu raised his eyes, which were always lowered and half closed, and looked at Li Jinyuan.However, it was only for a moment, and it fell again.That time was so short that Li Jinyuan felt that if it wasn't for the contrast between the endless emotion in that gaze and the calm and peaceful eyes that had always been so clear that he couldn't forget it, he would even feel that none of this had happened .

A few days ago, Shen Luoshu, Li Jinyuan's confidant, came to Qingfengju and begged Li Jinyuan to get Master Wu's music score.At the same time, he also told him about Ziqing's life experience, including the story about Princess Modi heard from Yueniang, and... Ziqing's father, that Princess Modi would rather die than tell, no one knows who it is Who's who.

now……

Li Jinyuan understood a little bit in a trance, and couldn't help muttering: "Master, Ziqing... Ziqing is... it's you..."

"Follow me..." Before Li Jinyuan finished speaking, Master Wu Wu sighed, turned and walked towards the meditation room.

……

The winter sun shone coldly into the simple and clean meditation room. In the gloomy light, Master Wu Wu opened a wooden box that had been dusty for a long time, took out an old booklet from it, handed it to Li Jinyuan, and said in a low voice: "This is the piano score you want."

Li Jinyuan carefully opened the piano score, only to see the "One-Character Poem" inscribed on the title page.

I spend my whole life,

write a song,

into a thousand tunes,

just one word,

Unforgettable.

The handwriting is elegant and unrestrained, but he has not realized the harmony and communication of the mage today.Presumably, it was his handwriting when he was young.

"Go." Master Wu Wu gave Li Jinyuan the sheet music, then sat cross-legged on the futon in the meditation room, put his hands together, and said kindly and compassionately: "Amitabha."

Seeing this, Li Jinyuan sighed slightly and was about to go out.Before leaving, he turned around and asked quietly, "Master... don't you really want to recognize Ziqing?"

After hearing the words, Master Wu Wu gently closed his eyes, and after a while, he opened them again slowly, without any lingering worldly lingering in his eyes, and said leisurely: "Amitabha, all dharmas are good, the old monk's fate is over, Ziqing There is also his fate, why obsess over it? What's more..." Saying that, Master Wu Wu looked at Li Jinyuan leisurely, and said slowly: "I have already forgotten her appearance." If it weren't for this, Ziqing, who looked like a princess at the beginning When he appeared in front of him, why did he only feel good-looking, but didn't think of anything at all?What should be scattered has long since disappeared with time, and everything is just like the law, like dew and electricity.

Li Jinyuan sighed quietly when he heard the words, and left the Zen room.

Only Venerable Wu Wu was left sitting cross-legged in the room to meditate.The sun is long and the mountains are silent.

However, there is wind,

The wind blows the curtains,

Is the wind moving?

The curtain is still moving,

Or... the heart is moving?

In that dusty wooden box lay a letter, and the content of the letter was that a deeply affectionate woman asked him to take her to elope with her. She said she was waiting for him at the wonton shop and would see her or leave.

However, she is the princess of a country.And he, who had already shaved his hair and became a monk, cultivated his body and turned himself to the Buddha. Because of his extraordinary wisdom, he was appointed as the next abbot of Fahua Temple.

Where in the world can we get both ways, not to fail the Tathagata and not to betray Qing?

So, can only,

Huanqing poured a bowl of merciless tears, wishing not to meet when he was not shaved.

However, she never told him that she was pregnant, she was desperate, and she could only pin her last hope on running away with him.

He never knew they had another child until just now...

The cold wind blew so hard that the Tongling on the eaves jingled.

How much like her silver bell-like laughter!

So crisp, so joyous.

"Little monk, you actually peek at me, how disgusting!"

"Little monk, I found that I seem to like you, what should I do..."

"Little monk, I want you! I don't care! Right now!"

"Qing, do you love me..."

"I spend my whole life,"

"Write a song,"

"The sound is in thousands of tunes,"

"Just one word,"

"Unforgettable."

At the banquet where the kings of the Three Kingdoms gathered, everyone saw her charming, but when he closed his eyes, he only remembered his first encounter with her:

Moshang people are like jade,

Dihua seduces the autumn wind.