South of Chutian

When Tang Heng woke up in the morning, Li Yuechi had disappeared.The ceiling fan turned feebly, the windows were pushed open, and the dark green screens trembled slightly in the morning breeze.

There was a long list of missed calls and text messages on the phone, none of which came from Li Yuechi.Tang Heng got up and washed his face, and stood in the room in a daze. He didn't even know when Li Yuechi left or how long he had been gone.The glass jars he knocked over last night were standing on top of the bins—like nothing had happened.Tang Heng's gaze paused, and he saw a note pressed under Xiangxun.

It was Li Yuechi's handwriting, which was somewhat scribbled: I went to the hospital, and there are instant noodles in the packing box.

Tang Heng pressed the note back, remained silent for a moment, then pulled it out again, folded it into a small square and put it in the guitar bag.This is a morning with a clear blue sky. After all, it is autumn. The morning breeze is cool and cool, and the sun is bright and clean. It seems that everything last night is like dew, blown by the morning wind and sun, and has evaporated. .Tang Heng thought to himself, no wonder there is a word called "Lushui Qingyuan". Did the person who invented this word experience such a morning like him?The sky is bright and the sun is bright, and they go their separate ways.

Tang Heng picked up the guitar and closed the door of Li Yuechi's house - the lock he broke last time has also been replaced with a new one.

At eight o'clock in the morning, the alley was quiet.Passing by "Long Love", the door was naturally not opened.The grass was clean, and there was no trace of last night's music party.Tang Heng went to the alley and ate a bowl of Xiangyang beef noodles, served with a glass of iced rice wine, and added a marinated egg.He knew that the next time he came here, it might be a long, long time.

After breakfast, Tang Heng called Jiang Ya: "Hi, it's me."

"Who are you...you fucking, where did you die!" Jiang Ya, who was sleepy, suddenly trembled and shouted loudly, "Don't think we didn't see it! Who did you walk with last night? Yes! Fuck him, isn't he straight..."

"He's drunk, I'll take him home."

"Did you do nothing else?"

"What else can you do?"

"Give him two slaps!"

"..."

"Cough," Jiang Ya paused, and asked seriously, "Did you really do nothing?"

"No."

"Fuck, I lost."

An Yun grabbed the phone and said with a smile: "We bet, he bet you slept with Li Yuechi, I bet not."

Tang Heng said, "Then you win."

"You'd better get out and go to Tokyo as soon as possible," An Yun suddenly stopped laughing, and cursed in a low voice, "I think as long as Li Yuechi doesn't die, you won't be able to survive safely in Wuhan."

Tang Heng said calmly: "You are right." Then he hung up the phone.

He walked out of Donghu Village, came to Luoyu Road, and found that he had nowhere to go.Donghu Village, Luoyu Road, Jiejiekou, Hanyang University, Li Yuechi is everywhere.How long have they known each other?Less than two months.It seems that after two years of acquaintance, he can imagine how Li Yuechi walked into Donghu Village wearing a T-shirt of "Qingwen Entrance Examination", how he walked through the crowd on Luoyu Road with a backpack on his back, and how he walked into the Jiejiekou subway station The underground passage leads into Hanyang University.Will he buy a bunch of gardenias for three yuan at the entrance of the subway station?Maybe not, but he will take a serious sniff of the flowers.

Tang Heng went home, took a shower, and put on new clothes.Rei Kawakubo's T-shirt was crumpled up and thrown on the ground. He hoped that the T-shirt would be cleaned up when Aunt Wang came in the afternoon.

He couldn't sleep and had nowhere to go, so he ended up on Line [-].It was overcrowded when I got on the bus, and it was nearly ten o'clock at this time, so it was not the morning rush hour - but Line [-] is so magical.Some people made loud calls, some chatted in Wuhan dialect, some dragged huge suitcases, as if everyone had something to do and was in a hurry.After passing Hankou Railway Station, there were far fewer people, so Tang Heng found a seat and sat down.Later, to the hum of the subway, he fell asleep.He didn't know how long it had passed, but in a trance, he heard Li Yuechi say in his ear, Tang Heng, I'm very sad, the tone is very low but very clear.Tang Heng woke up suddenly, just as the subway stopped at a stop, he stepped through the door, and didn't fully wake up until he saw the three characters "Baotong Temple".

He has never been to Baotong Temple, but he remembers that his high school Chinese teacher said that this temple has a history of 800 years.Tang Heng walked all the way to the door along the bright yellow low wall, and he decided to go in for a while, if he could temporarily forget Li Yuechi here, it would be true that the Buddha Dharma is boundless.Of course, it doesn't matter if you can't forget it. Quan Dang came to visit, after all, he will leave Wuhan soon.

The old lady who sold the tickets looked at him, as if she couldn't believe that such a young man with long hair also had a connection with Buddhism.Tang Heng took the ticket, thinking that I am here to clean the six roots.

Baotong Temple is well maintained, the temples are tidy and colorful.Tang Heng followed several pilgrims into the main hall, and saw a tall golden Buddha statue standing in front of him. The pilgrims knelt on the mat devoutly, bowed their heads and chanted words.Tang Heng stopped and looked at it for a while, then bypassed the golden Buddha and walked towards the apse.

Then he regretted it.

Crossing the threshold, he saw several brown-clothed monks sweeping the floor. In the corner, a small pile of fallen leaves was burning, and plumes of blue smoke rose.Tang Heng seemed to be nailed in place, unable to take a step forward.This is too coincidental, why can't I avoid him even after entering Baotong Temple?Buddhism is boundless, is it so boundless?

Untimely, thinking of the kiss last night, and his rampant breath.An indistinct Sanskrit sound came from the Dizang Hall. It was an old abbot singing scriptures, probably to save someone.Tang Heng thought dejectedly, why he couldn't forget him even here.So what about Tokyo?What about the United States?

The phone in his pocket vibrated, it was An Yun's call.Tang Heng hung up and turned off his phone.

He simply sat on the stone bench in the backyard and stared at the pile of dead branches and leaves.Listening carefully, there was indeed a crackling sound, and the blue flame was burning slowly, as if the summer was burnt out along with the pile of fallen leaves at this moment.

The moon of the moon, the galloping gallop.

I am uncomfortable.

junior.

Sitting like this for a long time, with eyes closed, the sunlight fell on the eyelashes, and there was a golden black in the field of vision.

Until all the fallen leaves in front of him were reduced to ashes, Tang Heng got up and walked through the Jade Buddha Hall, and continued to walk to the Baotong Pagoda.Baotong Pagoda is also known as Hongshan Pagoda. The original seven-level pagoda is not as tall as imagined.

An old woman in black was circling the pagoda. Seeing Tang Heng standing in a daze, she stepped forward and reminded, "It will only work if you go around the pagoda clockwise!"

Tang Heng asked, "Can I make a wish?"

"Yes! If you make a sincere wish, the Buddha will hear it."

"Okay, thank you."

"You read after me, Namo Ami..."

"no need."

The old woman was taken aback.

Tang Heng looked up at the top of the tower and said softly, "I have no wish."

Even if nothing last night counts.

He still doesn't want to forget him.