Suo Jinling

"Hey?"

Chen Jing stood there blankly, not knowing what to do for a moment.

The night wind is as soft as light clouds, coming from the forest in the mountains, the moonlight is like a veil brushing against the cheeks, and the chill is soaked in, and the strands are plucked into the nose.

Lan Jingming looked calm, neither sad nor happy, like a crystal clear green stone, untainted by the world.

Those eyes couldn't reflect himself, Chen Jing took half a step forward, lifted the broken hair by Lan Jingming's ear, flustered in his chest, breathed out cautiously: "The hair is too long...let me cut it for you."

He spit out half of the words, and was bitten between his teeth. Jing Ming in front of him was different from before, without himself in his eyes. He chewed up all the thousands of words he wanted to say, and swallowed them into his stomach. He couldn't spit out anything.

Lan Jingming was noncommittal, walked back to the bedroom and sat down, brushed his long hair from behind and put it on the back of the chair.

Chen Jing stood behind him, the cloud dragged on the ground, lifted it up and held it in his hand, his fingers were as smooth as a fish, and he couldn't grasp it no matter what.

The long scissors became hard and cold, and they felt heavy in the palm of your hand, and your wrists ached from the fall. Chen Jing picked up the long scissors and stroked back and forth at the ends of his hair, but he couldn't bear to drop them.

It seems that these three thousand threads of troubles are the only remaining fetters, and when this cut falls, the fetters will also be broken.

Lan Jingming didn't say anything, he didn't care about it, he tapped his fingers on his knees, tapped up and down lightly, as if wrapped around the strings between his fingers, playing a melodious long song.

The moonlight poured in from the window lattice, covering half of the face, leaving only half a shadow, Chen Jing changed the scissors to a comb, and the top of his hair flowed down the stream spontaneously. The wooden comb was hidden in his hair, and he suddenly couldn't see clearly.

"Do you hate me?"

Chen Jing murmured.

Lan Jingming was noncommittal, and said after a while: "What do I hate you for?"

"I hate that I have no eyes. I didn't ask you a few more words back then. I just let you go and made you suffer so much. I hate that I did many things wrong. In the end, I uttered bad words to you. Hit or scold, and bury you on the Taihang Mountains."

Chen Jing took a long breath, he thought that the guilt would be suppressed in his heart, and he couldn't express it, but when he said it, the heavy stone was moved half an inch, he took a few breaths, the thick fog in front of him dispersed, He lowered his head and crashed into a lake, causing ripples.

Lan Jingming looked up at people, his emerald-like eyes were as clear as jade, untouched by the world.

"Then Ah Jing hates me?" Lan Jingming said, "I was lying to you at the beginning, sneaking into the general's mansion and stealing the Hunyuan map of mountains and rivers. I dare not recognize you on the battlefield, and I still face you with swords and guns, if any sword is really swung, your head will be shrouded in horse leather, and there will be no more hussar generals in the world."

"Even if it's true, I'm willing," Chen Jing said, "On the battlefield, swords and guns have no eyes, and you shouldn't be merciful to the enemy."

"Then we... will be fair," Lan Jingming said, "Ah Jing, I never hated you."

Chen Jing clenched his fists tightly, the blond hair between his fingers couldn't be held tightly, and it poured down, even the gaps couldn't be filled.

"Stop talking," Chen Jing slumped his shoulders, the corners of his eyes and lips drooped, and he turned and walked out like a dog in the water soaked by the rainstorm, "After that...don't talk anymore."

Lan Jingming didn't provoke the other party anymore.

Now he has good ears and eyesight, and knows that Chen Jing didn't go far away, but just sat outside, with his head drooped in dejection, nestled in a wrinkled ball, dry grass that lacks water, and he couldn't straighten his back no matter what.

Lan Jingming lowered his eyes, stretched out his arms and grasped it a few times, the coolness surged upwards from his fingers, passing through the limbs and bones.

This physical body is his but not his. He experienced a big dream, and most of his soul was scattered. He wanted to go to the Paradise, but he was dragged back by spiritual power and pressed back into this body.

His hands and feet belonged to him, he could control them, but he was so unfamiliar with them.

The past is like the moon in the water and the flowers in the dream. The soul is so light, soaring between the sky and the earth. Love is a dream bubble, and it will be shattered with a poke of a finger.

Greed, hatred, and ignorance are all caused by desire, and only by having no desire and no pursuit can we achieve Nirvana and seek liberation.

Silent all night.

He Xiuzhu was worried for several days, and he finally felt relieved after his younger brother woke up. He slept soundly with his head covered in the bedroom, snoring soaring into the sky, and the narrow courtyard echoed like thunder's snoring, one after another, circling back and forth endlessly.

Lan Jingming was in the room, and Chen Jing was sitting outside. There was only one door between them, but there were thousands of gullies in between.

What Chen Jing feared the most happened.

He is not afraid that Jing Ming will hate him, it is better to scold him, beat him and kill him, peel off a layer of his flesh, eat his flesh and eat his bones, and devour him.

Instead of being so calm and indifferent as now, he waved away Chen Jing as a flower, bird, insect and fish.

He missed those eyes that sparkled with lust, those eyes that burned with anger, those eyes that would never go out.

Will he... see them again.

Chen Jing held his forehead with both hands, his head was sunken inward, his back was arched into a ball, and he refused to get up for a long time.

The next day, the dark clouds cleared, the sun was shining brightly, and the snow that had lasted for several months stopped unexpectedly. The withered yellow grass leaves straightened up from the courtyard, and the leaves spread out to receive the long-lost warmth.

He Xiuzhu slept comfortably for a long time, and woke up yawning after three poles in the sun. He kicked, groaned, and refused to get up. After walking around for a few times, even a slow-witted person like him could feel something was wrong... Lan Jingming stayed in the room all day long, and stayed with his father like a hermit, while Chen Jing sat or stood outside. , dejected, his face was black and blue, and the scabbed skin on his shoulders oozes blood, it seems that the owner is depressed and his body is not healthy.

There was a hot-tempered guy who seemed to be Chen Jing's deputy general. He came to the courtyard to look for Chen Jing several times, but was sent away by Chen Jing. He went up, but he couldn't shake Chen Jing half a point.

He Xiuzhu went in and out, sighing and sighing, his heart was filled with irritability. He had to apply medicine to Chen Jing's wound every three days. Seeing that Chen Jing was absent-minded and his skin would never grow back, he really wanted to put his younger brother and Chen Jing in In the flour basin, spread the paste all over their faces.

Daddy needs to recuperate and restore his blood. They can't move, and they can't drive people away. A few people are awkwardly living together under the same roof. You look at me and you look at you. Today, we cook and ignite dry grass. The blades of grass were raised to a height of more than three feet. Tomorrow the barbecue was half burnt and stuck tightly to the top of the bamboo sticks. Another day the glutinous rice cakes were half smashed, and even the cakes and pots fell into the well. , Pots and pans flying around.

He Xiuzhu gradually realized that something was wrong. After waking up this time, his younger brother was still sneering and sarcastic when he saw him. From time to time, the corners of his lips curled slightly, and he stomped on his painful feet, but the previous stubbornness was gone. There was a golden bowl that fell from the sky in front of him, He Xiuzhu believed that his younger brother could shave his own hair, and cast out the Great Compassion Mantra.

But if the younger brother really became a monk, what would his father do, what would Chen Jing do?

Dad won't follow him to become a monk, right?Dad didn't look like he would eat vegetarian food obediently, and Chen Jing didn't look like he could knock a bowl.

He Xiuzhu was between lighting the fire in the kitchen, and looked out through the crack of the door. Chen Jing was chopping firewood in the courtyard, saying that chopping firewood was more like letting go of himself. Wood chips flew across, and dust and sand rushed to the face.

Lan Jingming held the washed square towel and went to He Zhongyin's bedroom. When passing by Chen Jing's side, it was like a breeze, rippling away, like a small animal passing through the jungle, not paying attention to the reeds beside him.

Chen Jing's arms were fixed in the air, and he opened his mouth to speak, but he couldn't breathe out, so he had to lower his head and go back to chop firewood.

The door clicked and closed tightly from the inside, He Xiuzhu leaned against the window, rolling his head against the wall, his face was covered with dust.

He didn't know why he was depressed, he was the one who was alone and spent most of his time with the five girls, and now he had to put his tail between his legs and be a man in this small courtyard where the sound was better than the sound. , do not leave him a way out.