Picking Hibiscus in Shejiang River

Do yourself a favor.He saw the old monk in front of him lower his head, as if he was rummaging through the snow and mud. After a long while, he picked up a paper lotus that had already withered, held it in his palm for a look, and carefully put it into his bosom. .

"...The poor monk thanked the young master, but there is no need to do so." He stood up lightly and said, "Even if it is restored, it will not be the same as it was originally."

Yue Mingxi saw the elder Xitang entered the Zen room, leaving his back full of pain and sadness, he couldn't help rubbing his head, feeling extremely confused.

It's just an ordinary snowman, is it really that important?

Letterhead

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After Che Lian sat quietly in the deserted meditation room for a long time, her eyes fell on the utensils around her that were full of traces of Ming'er, she stood up and stroked them one by one, her old phoenix eyes drooped deeply, and she began to pack Bring your own luggage.

During the ten years of waiting for Ming'er at the foot of the Muling Ridge, he actually didn't have any valuable possessions. The only thing that was always with him was an ivory comb that Ming'er gave him in the illusion. His letter of love, together with the string of relics that were lost and found again, and the paper lotus that was picked up from the slush just now, put them in the exquisite lacquer box, it is all he has.

The speed of Ming'er's rejuvenation was much faster than he imagined, he had to go on the road immediately, without any delay.

After tidying up his things, he stood by the stone stove where the incense had been extinguished, and finally took a last look at the meditation room where he had once been so affectionate.When he was about to leave, his footsteps suddenly paused, and he looked at the neatly stacked books on the shelf.

These are not the Four Books and Five Classics that scholars study, but the novels and stories that Ming'er loves to read on weekdays. Although they can't take all of them away, it's good to keep a few books with them and keep them in mind.

Thinking of this, he casually took down the book; he was about to put it into his luggage, but he hesitated for a moment, he weighed it in his hand, subconsciously shook it a few times, and found that several pieces of letterhead had fallen from it out.

When he saw the familiar handwriting on the letter paper, his breathing seemed to stop for a moment, and he hurriedly took off all the books on the shelf to check, and sure enough, he found out all the love letters he had written to Ming'er in the past ten years.

Although these slightly yellowed letterheads are well preserved, perhaps due to frequent flipping, there are inevitably some damages at the edges and some words.Not only that, after these letters were read carefully, a reply letter several times longer than him was attached at the back, full of love and longing for him between the lines.

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Che Lian once thought that she had been studying Ming'er hard for ten years, but she didn't know that he did the same.

He lit the lamp, sat down and read the reply letter that Ming'er had written seriously but hid and hadn't been delivered to him, with tears and smiles on his face, he couldn't restrain the surging emotion.

He saw a picture of a beautiful woman crossing the river on the last letter, red lotuses were everywhere in the river, and he, who vaguely looked like a voluptuous monk, was smiling and looking back, the affection of the person who wrote the pen was self-contained. In the blank space, he wrote a song "Picking Hibiscus in Shejiang River".

He suddenly remembered that when Sakyamuni was still young in the previous life, although he didn't like to read the ancient Chinese poems, he only had a special liking for the words with lotus, so he taught him to write this not-so-complicated poem. Love poems, but he still remembers them all the time.

Che Lian looked at the neatly written poems and muttered aloud.

"Stay apart with one heart, and die in sorrow..."

He continued to read, only to feel that there was no moment in the past ten years that was more painful than this moment.

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When the sky was getting darker, Che Lian finally woke up from her dream that she was still warm with Ming'er. She leaned over the desk and rubbed her eyes, looked down at the letter paper still in her hand, and carefully folded it up. After putting it away and covering it to the heart for a long time in silence, he stood up and stretched the folds of the cuffs, picked up the bag and walked towards the door.

At this time, he heard a small but clear knock on the door.

"Elder Xitang... Elder Xitang, have you fallen asleep yet?"

When she heard the crisp voice between a child and a teenager, Che Lian froze suddenly, and quickly opened the door for him.Behind the door, a familiar black figure hid in the dark and hesitated for a while, then poked out a small head that made Chelian think about it day and night.

I don't know what kind of cardamom age Yue Mingxi looked at Che Lian, who was clearly dressed for going out, and said in surprise: "Elder Xitang, it's so late, are you going down the mountain?"

After speaking, he closed the door consciously, and sat cross-legged on the worship mat next to the altar, as if planning to have a long talk with Che Lian.Che Lian didn't want to stay here any longer, so she stood by the door and hesitated for a while, then couldn't help but look at the young and immature Yuemingxi, and finally sighed as if compromising, and lit the light that had just been extinguished again, Sitting cross-legged in front of him.

He has never seen Ming'er's appearance in this period, no matter in the last life or this life, he can't help but look at it a few more times, lowered his eyes and said: "Young master came to see the poor monk at this time, why?"

Hearing this, Yue Mingxi faltered and picked at his fingers, his eyes dodged and he didn't know what he was thinking about. After a while, he raised his head as if making up his mind, looked at Che Lian firmly and said: "A man, dare to act, I am the one who destroyed the snowman of Elder Xitang today, and I am here to receive the punishment."

After saying that, he sat up straight, and said: "The elder doesn't need to pity me as a child, just follow the temple rules to punish me."

Che Lian was silent for a long time, and said lightly: "There is no temple rule in the Sanbao Temple that destroys the snowman and will be punished."

Yue Mingxi was taken aback, as if he didn't expect such a reply from the elders of the West Hall, scratched his head in distress, and insisted: "In short, all of this happened because of me, no matter how the elders of the West Hall punished me, Ming Xi will not be punished. There will be no complaints."

He was at the age of impulsiveness and stubbornness at this time, and he only believed that he was the chief culprit who caused the elder Xitang to cry, so he had to bear the responsibility, but he didn't know that the person in front of him couldn't bear him to suffer.

Seeing his stubborn appearance, Che Lian knew that it would be difficult to dismiss the young boy in front of her easily, so after sitting quietly for a while, she suddenly said:

"Since that's the case, the poor monk wants to ask the young master for a favor to make up for his mistakes, but he doesn't know what to do?"

Yue Mingxi was still a little apprehensive at first, not knowing how the elders of the West Hall would punish him, but he was also very afraid of being punished by the board. Hearing this, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and hurriedly sat up straight and pretended to listen attentively, saying: "Of course it's good." , Elder Xitang just give orders, I will serve you at any time, no complaints."

"..."

Che Lian's heart moved, she raised her head and looked at the serious Yuemingxi for a long time.

After a long time, he calmly said again: "It's great that the young master is willing to help. But the poor monk needs to confirm before that; I don't know how much the young master knows about his own situation now? Or how much he remembers?" ?”

These words really touched Yue Mingxi's heart.He has been hazy for the past few days, and while his body has become more and more immature, he has gradually forgotten many of the past when he was a teenager, and he was extremely confused about the fact that he was in the Sanbao Temple, so he thought for a while and said:

"I still remember clearly what happened before I tied my hair. I don't know how I came to this Three Treasures Temple, and how I met the elder of the West Hall. I only have a vague impression of Master Wuwu. What kind of exercises did you practice, and because of that rejuvenation, you forgot a lot of things...the rest, I can't remember clearly."

After hearing this, Che Lian still sat quietly, stroking the relic beads on her wrist with her wrinkled fingers, thousands of thoughts swirled in her heart for a moment.

Sure enough, after reverting back to being a child, Ming'er forgot all the things she had experienced as a teenager on the Ridge of Dusk, and no longer remembered that the person in front of her was a ridiculous old monk who had been obsessing her. His vigilance and fear are really his good opportunities.

After hesitating for a long time, Che Lian still decided to give it a try.

"That's enough." He looked at Yue Mingxi and said slowly, "To tell you the truth, what the young master practiced was the secret method of seizing phases called evil skills in this martial arts."

"Seize phase secret method?" Yue Mingxi asked curiously, "What is that?"

Che Lian was stunned for a moment, thinking that at his current age, he should have never heard of those anecdotes, so she calmed down and said: "It's a mysterious method that can teach people to regain their youth. It's a long story Young Master, as long as you know that I am the only one who can solve your urgent need, you only need to practice double cultivation with me once to help me return to my youth, and this matter will be solved in a hundred ways.”

"Okay."

Yuemingxi agreed quickly, which caught Chelian a little off guard, so she couldn't help frowning to look at him, thinking that he didn't understand what she meant: "It means that the young master needs to have a walk with me, an old monk. Men and women."

Yue Mingxi nodded: "I understand, okay."

"..." Che Lian fell silent again, always feeling that the crisp voice she heard was a bit unreal, but seeing Yue Mingxi looking at him sincerely, so she thought for a while and said, "Young master, can you tell me?" What is it to know about men and women?"

Yue Mingxi looked at him rather strangely: "Of course I know, I am such a young boy, and I have found erotic paintings in my parents' study room, and I am not such a young and ignorant yellow Mouth child."

Hearing this, Che Lian's heart trembled violently.

Just now when he said these words, he had imagined thousands of reactions that Ming'er would have, but he didn't expect him to allow himself so easily, as if the person sitting in front of him was the old man who made him fascinated. beauty.

After a long while, he said in an unbelievably difficult voice: "You... really want to..."

"Why don't you want to?" Sensing the thought in Elder Xitang's mind,