Why we meet so late - Chapter 749

I really want to kill his spirit.

But, the heart has the affection, looked in him last night so diligently on the share, also loathes to give up. Is tangled, someone has quickly brought me another set of clothes, quietly told me: “put on.”

I’m surprised. Someone brought a suit of gauze with elegant color. The style of gauze clothes looks like Zen clothes for meditation. It’s very elegant and unique“ Don’t you think it’s artificial to wear it? ”

What’s more, I wonder how this guy remembered to buy me this dress? Seeing my question, he told me faintly: “I knew you would have this trip. So, it’s specially prepared for you. ”

This guy or God?

My eyes were wide open“ No, I’m still wearing my suit. This body is comfortable. Your color and style is good, but it’s awkward. ”

“The person you met is a nun who has been a monk for many years. After all these years, you can be regarded as a master of Taoism. She doesn’t know who you are. Do you think it’s suitable for you to wear a big brand of high-end customization? So I suggest that you wear homely civilian clothes to show piety and facilitate communication. ”

Hehe, he claims to know the world.

I said with a smile, “but this Zen suit is also customized. The price is not cheap.”

“Anyway, you listen to me. If you can succeed in persuading Dingxiang and Shunbo to make up, you can wear any clothes to see Dingxiang in the future. ” He walked slowly. But I don’t think that’s logical. After all, he just wanted me to wear Zen clothes. I decided to surrender, not just a dress, wear it!

People depend on clothes. When I put on my elegant Zen clothes and put my hair into a simple bun, I feel like a different person. Luo Weisen put his arms around my waist, looked at me in the mirror, and murmured, “you are very much like Qingqing in my dream.”

Qingqing

I closed my eyes: “that dream, I did, but I didn’t tell you.”

He was surprised and looked at me in disbelief. Then he was very moved and felt incredible: “Song Yao, are you serious?”

I nodded and sighed: “where is the fake? That day, I saw you lying on the bluestone, and your mouth kept calling Qingqing, Qingqing… It happened that I was waking up from that strange dream… “I said the name of the fisherman I called in my dream“ Lawson, you said, is this your and my past life? How else to explain? Or do you and I share one heart and love each other so much that we even dream together? ”

I thought Lawson would say it was a joke, just a coincidence. But when he heard that, his eyes were wet and looked at me deeply: “Song Yao, it’s not a coincidence. So far, there are still many problems that can’t be explained scientifically. But that dream was tragic. I hope I won’t do it in the future. ”

An hour later, I arrived at the foot of the hill where Shunbo instructed me.

In fact, there are no high mountains in Xicheng. Only a few of them are hills. Not high, not steep. Walking at the foot of the mountain and along the narrow stone steps, you can walk up to fifty or sixty steps. Outside the nunnery is a gate. I looked at the apricot wall, mottled gate, gently knock on the door.

Today, I’m here to be a lobbyist for Shunbo, and I sincerely want to see lilac. I prepared flowers, cakes and candles, and asked myself with sincerity. I reported the name, the door is not clove, is a very young grade female Ni. It seems that she has been shaving for a long time, and she is not used to meeting strangers, and the posture of bowing to me is not natural enough. She asked who I was looking for? I said I wanted to see Master lilac here. Nuni said there was no such person. Only then did I know that I was wrong and said, “I want to see Master Huining here.”

“Benefactor, you are not here. Master is not here today.”

“Where is your master, please?”

“It’s only in this mountain, where the clouds are deep.” With that, nun closed the door.

What she read was a poem of Tang Dynasty, but it had a deep meaning. Nuni told me that cloves are in this mountain, or picking herbs, or picking wild vegetables? She meant to let me find it myself? Well, after all, I come sincerely. This mountain is not big. As long as cloves are there, I will find them.

I look for it in the mountains. It’s cheap to walk in Zen clothes and flat cloth shoes. The air in the mountain is very good. It’s very comfortable to breathe a few times. There are mushrooms, wild flowers, weeds, birds and insects everywhere. I suddenly realized that clove living here for many years may not be unhappy. Why do you spend more than 50 years when you are not happy? She gets along with nature every day, chanting sutras during the day and sleeping peacefully at night. They eat the freshest and natural ingredients. There is also a natural spring here. I would like to live in seclusion here after suffering from the blow of life. Of course, clove is to become a monk to end this life. I believe that people who have lived here for a long time will live longer.

A room and a half will, did not find cloves, I simply sit on a stone to rest. Look at the scenery in the mountains, smell the flowers around, let the busy heart, get temporary peace.

I saw a few old women not far away. They were dressed in the clothes of a hermit, carrying a cloth bag and burying their heads to dig something on the ground. I went over and asked. They asked me smilingly, where are they from? I said the city. These old women are very old, maybe more than 70 or 80 years old. Sure enough, they are all over ninety years old. Why are you here? The old woman said that when they were young, they became self combing women and vowed not to get married all their lives. They used to live at the foot of the mountain, but now they are old and have moved to the mountain instead. If you have something to do, you can help the nunnery grow vegetables and cook. They lived not in the nunnery, but in a white house not far behind it. The White House was built by village cadres at the foot of the mountain for their wives. The wives have no children. They are the five guarantees.

A wife praised me as handsome, saying that when she was young, she was as good-looking as me.

I asked her, “have you seen master Huining?”

“Oh, why didn’t you tell master Huining earlier? Master Huining has gone there to pick up the string

String English? What’s this? Are plants still edible?

The old lady explained to me that Chuanying is a kind of herb, which is also a flower. You can pick the leaves and put them in the bun. Oh, so it is. Since clove has been a nun for so many years, I think six of them have long been pure and pure. It must be for the sake of medicine introduction and so on.

I said thank you, follow the direction they pointed out, along the front of a stream. The rippling stream makes people jump down to take a natural bath.