To be eaten by green tea

Bodhi (second timeline)

Bodhi is not a tree, and a bright mirror is not a stand. There is nothing in the first place, where can the dust be aroused.

Lanyin Temple welcomed a very strange guest today.

The little novice looked over in the yard, and the man was sitting on the futon, looking at the Buddha statue like that, and he looked even more indifferent than ordinary monks.

People who come here donate merits and virtues to seek marriage and fortune, with longing faces and eager or pretended piety, worshiping under the Buddha statue.

This man was just facing each other, as if he wanted to talk to the Buddha statue.

He looked very much like the abbot, the little novice was thinking, when the abbot Hui'an walked over.

The two of them didn't know what they said, and the little novice was knocked on the head by his senior brother, so he looked away.

He didn't know until several days later that the man stayed in the temple and became a monk like himself.

The abbot also gave him a dharma name called "Xian'an".

Xian'an doesn't look like a monk at all, he can only be regarded as a lazy bald head - that's what the little novice thinks, except that he has no hair, he doesn't look like a monk at other times.

"Little monk, do you monks really not eat any meat?" Xian'an asked him seriously.

Before the little novice could answer, Xian An took out a long strip-shaped object from the pocket he brought up the mountain: "Don't talk about eating meat, whether you eat ham sausage, it's all starchy .”

Xian'an didn't wait for his answer, took a few bites apart and ate it, and after taking two bites, he swayed in front of the little monk: "Do you want to eat?"

The little novice quickly swallowed his saliva, quickly shook his head, said Xian'an, and quickly ate the rest of the ham sausage. After eating, he specially told: "Don't tell the abbot."

Xian'an didn't leave his name in the temple. The little novice noticed it later when he was sorting out the registration of the temple. In private, several young monks still couldn't help discussing how this strange Xian'an got a firm foothold in the temple. He touched his heels, and reached an agreement with everyone in a very familiar way.They thought about it, thinking to the sound of the wooden fish every day, until one day when the little novice was chanting sutras in the morning, he saw Xian'an Weiwei lowering her head, her head followed the rhythm of the wooden fish little by little, that kind of posture , very much like the abbot who often fell asleep in meditation because of his old age.

Isn't Xian'an the abbot's son?

At first glance, this idea seems very frightening and unbelievable, but the more I think about it, the more I think it makes sense.

So there were all kinds of similar sayings in the courtyard soon, but they were far less than this one, which sounded so secular?

Life in the mountains is actually very boring. In today's society, there is no such thing as a real practice of escaping into the world of mortals.

"Little monk, I heard you say that I am the abbot's son?" One day when the little novice passed by the Buddhist hall, Xian An who had been sitting there with his eyes closed suddenly sat up and grabbed the little novice.

The little monk can be regarded as one of the makers of the "rumors". Now that the Lord has caught him, he panicked for a moment: "No, I don't know?"

Xian An shook his head and sighed: "Hey, you are still young, the most basic rule of your monks is not to tell lies, have you obeyed it?"

This is so strange that he is not a monk.

"Hey, I've been here for so long, except for the abbot who is willing to talk to me, no one is willing to talk to me, are you willing?" Xian'an asked casually.

The little novice looked into his eyes, although he was smiling, but he still felt that he didn't reach his eyes. Of course, when he was young at that time, he didn't think so much at all, he only thought that this person must be unhappy in his cultivation.

It was also many years later, when he became the abbot to sort out the notes of the former abbot of Hui'an, that he knew why he took in Xian'an in the first place, but at that time, no matter who was involved in the story, he was gone.

Xian'an spoke intermittently, and many young novice monks couldn't understand him. He heard from his elder brother that when he grows up, he can go to the front hall to talk about Buddhism and life with the incense masters like the abbot, but now he Listening to another monk's speech made me drowsy.

What's even more strange is that after that, he quickly forgot all the content of talking to Xian'an. He still saw the figure sitting there slowly knocking the wooden fish when he was cleaning the yard. He wanted to recall that night What did they say, but they can't remember.

I don't know how much time has passed, the little monk has grown into a young and kind-hearted monk, he can go to the front hall to chat with the pilgrims, he chats harmoniously with all living beings.

Only for a few moments, when returning from the front hall to the backyard, he subconsciously looked at the Buddhist hall.

What are you looking at?

He touched his head, as if there was always a person sitting there.

Who is it?

Can't remember.

When Xian An came, everyone remembered him, and when he left, everyone quickly forgot about him.Instead, the abbot often sits in meditation in the Buddhist hall, where he sits for a whole day.

I don't know how long it took, the abbot passed away, and he was still sitting on the futon in the Buddhist hall, but he no longer looked in the direction of the Buddha statue, but faced the outside of the mountain gate, surrounded by mountains, and there was nothing outside him.

There was still a notebook in front of him, it was written by someone unknown, it was torn to a few pages, and all the others were burned.

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Missed (third timeline)

"Dad, would you like some ice cream?"

In front of Ji Yusheng came a cone, which had mixed flavors.

He touched the child's head, "It's not dad, it's uncle."

The woman ran out of the house holding an umbrella, and happened to see a big and a small sitting under the eaves. She sighed and pulled the children: "Why did you come here?"

The little girl had already finished eating the ice cream on it, and she was chewing on the crispy shell: "Auntie, do you want to eat it? It's delicious. Dad won't eat it."

Ruohong looked at Ji Yusheng in embarrassment, who slowly shook his head at her and smiled wryly.

"It's not dad, it's uncle." No matter how many times I say it, I can't correct it.

Ruohong let the child go into the house by himself, but the little girl was unhappy again: "No, everyone inside is crying, I don't want to go."

She was a little annoyed and wanted to take off the white flowers on her chest.

Ruohong scolded: "No, you have to go in!"

The little girl was so yelled at that she was about to cry, Ji Yusheng patted her on the head to comfort her and said, "If you don't like it, don't go in, take the kids back first."

Ruohong hesitated: "Can you?"

"There's nothing wrong with it." Ji Yusheng said lightly, suddenly a pair of small hands rubbed against his face, he looked down and saw a pair of grape-like eyeballs, exactly the same as the pair he remembered.

"Dad, uncle, why are you crying?" the little girl asked.

Ji Yusheng didn't speak, but smiled with his lips pursed.

The little girl was still in a hurry: "Could it be that Nannan did something wrong just now, shouldn't she sneak out to eat ice cream?"

"No, my daughter is very good today, let my aunt take you home."

Ji Yusheng got up and walked slowly towards the mourning hall. Ruohong watched him walk into the rain, and suddenly realized that he didn't bring an umbrella. She wanted to rush out, but she saw Ji Yusheng waved his hand slowly.The rain was not too heavy, and it was so wet that it poured on my body, and I was so cold that I couldn't feel it.

Nannan doesn't like the environment here, she has no concept of life and death, even though the person lying here is her real father in name.

Everyone was crying, and very few people were really crying. The smoky atmosphere could be felt by every daughter, let alone an adult.

Ji Yusheng came in, his hair was dripping water, everyone looked at him, even those who were crying forgot to pretend to cry.

He just walked up to the portrait, step by step, and sat down slowly under everyone's gaze.

Everyone thought that he would have a violent reaction, or cry or go crazy, but he just sat there, as if the people in this room had nothing to do with him.

The grandson of Ye's parents died, and died of an accident. The old man was sent to the ICU immediately when he heard the bad news.

"Well, hello, my name is Ye Jianjun, and I'm Ye Zhou's cousin..." A slightly bald middle-aged man walked towards Ji Yusheng.

He really doesn't look like a cousin, but rather like a cousin.

I don't know where he learned about Ji Yusheng's relationship with Ye Zhou, but it shouldn't be a big secret, after all, Ye Zhou's daughter called Ji Yusheng's father for several years.

Ji Yusheng nodded slightly, and he could even squeeze out a polite smile - this is a habit he has developed in Ye's house for many years. Ye Jianjun thought it was funny, and changed from that kind of careful greeting to a sad look .

"Xiao Zhou is still so young, and the child is still so young, this family..."

Before he could finish his sentence, the mourning hall fell silent at some point, and everyone was looking sideways, intentionally or unintentionally, at the man in the circle of eyes.

Ji Yusheng is the only one who may have the old man's will or the most confidential things about the Ye family in Ye Zhou's hands. They have a daughter in their hands, and he can't leave at all.

Ji Yusheng stood up slowly, and he glanced at Ye Jianjun. The man was already very thin, and his eye sockets were red, as if he had drained all the tears in his life, and collapsed in, leaving only an empty shell.

He walked outside, no one dared to stop him, but even if he went out, where would he go?

This space no longer has him.

The rain outside was getting heavier, and there was even a violent beating feeling on the skin.

All this space still failed. Ji Yusheng stretched out his hand and looked at the palm prints on it. There were thousands of lifelines, but in the end he couldn't reach the ending he wanted.

Suddenly, his eyes blurred, and he slammed forward, but was grabbed by someone.

"The rest of my life?!"

Ji Yusheng opened his eyes and saw that it was Tang Jingze, who was soaked like him, and the paint on his body was diluted by the rain, leaving a layer of faint red on the ground.

"He's dead..." Ji Yusheng said so. At that moment, he was still unavoidably sad, as if the cloth covering the scar had been ripped off, "Obviously we can be fine, everything is over Why is it still like this?" He grabbed Tang Jingze's shoulder and cried heartbreakingly.

On a rainy day, he lost his lover forever.

Tang Jingze wanted to take Ji Yusheng back to the country, but Ji Yusheng was worried about his daughter, until the old man woke up once, his will had already been made, and the only thing he couldn't worry about was that little child.

He asked Ji Yusheng to leave with his daughter, and let her take the surname of Ji Yusheng, or her biological mother's surname, but not Ye.

The Ye family, carrying the wealth and reputation that ordinary people can't match in their lifetime, is not a kind of shackles.

Ji Yusheng also thought about it, but 438 said that he still has one more chance. For the last time, Ji Yusheng from a certain time and space will be selected, and he will continue his relationship with Ye Zhou again.

To continue the relationship or to cut off the marriage?

"Father, what are you thinking?" Nannan ran over, this time with a lollipop in her mouth, and brought one for Ji Yusheng.

Ji Yusheng never corrected her address again, only gently patted her head: "Go and say goodbye to Mom and Dad, we won't meet again until a long time later."

My daughter has grown a lot taller and more sensible, she nodded seriously, walked to the grave and said seriously to the man and the woman: "Mom and Dad, I'm going to other places with Dad, and I will miss you, you guys If you want me, come to my dream, and my daughter will listen to my father."

The men and women on the tombstone are very young. They all said that the grandson of the Ye family and the daughter of the Ruo family are a perfect match. It's a pity that the women's health is not good and their lives are short, and the men's lives are not long.

Ji Yusheng only remembered the night when Nannan didn't have a mother, she was just a nursing child, Ye Zhou sat next to the child and drank wine like that, when the child burst into tears, he just turned a deaf ear to it.

Ji Yusheng rushed into the room and saw this scene, and immediately slapped Ye Zhou, Ye Zhou was sobered up, he watched Ji Yusheng cry like a child.

"Brother..." He hugged him, "If you had promised me at that time, I would never have married her. I'm sorry for her, I'm sorry for you..."

Ji Yusheng shook his head: "You didn't feel sorry for me, brother just hoped that you would have a good family and career, and you didn't feel sorry for my mother, at least she was very happy when she was with you."

This is what Ji Yusheng wants this time.

He just wanted Ye Zhou to be safe and happy.

"But bro..." Ye Zhou still wanted to say something.

However, Ji Yusheng seemed to have predicted it thousands of times, and interrupted: "Ye Zhou, you have a child, and you also have the Ye family." He wanted Ye Zhou to realize that he was destined to walk on the planned path. Those who climb to the top will have grandchildren and a lifetime of prosperity.

As long as you don't have anything to do with him, Ji Yusheng.

Now that Ji Yusheng thinks about it, he feels extremely regretful. He seems to have told Ye Zhou a lot of things, but he forgot to tell him that once in a while, he should love himself with selfish desires.

"Let's go." Ji Yusheng took Nannan's hand.

They were walking down the mountain, and inadvertently, he seemed to see someone coming up the mountain.

It was two people, holding hands, behind the light, he couldn't see clearly.

One of them said: "What flowers and plants did you bring for our dad? Don't bring flowers next time, he doesn't like it. That's right, why do stinky men pay so much attention to it?"

"You can bring some soft China next time... Alas, don't look at me with that kind of eyes, can't I just live my mouth!"

Ji Yusheng, or Ji Yusheng in the current time and space suddenly stopped. Ye Zhou didn't know what he saw, and turned his head following his gaze, but saw nothing.

"Brother?" he asked puzzled.

"Dad, why are you crying?" Nannan felt water dripping on her face, but when she looked up, she found that Ji Yusheng's face was full of tears.

Ji Yusheng wiped away his tears and smiled: "Father is happy."

He looked at the two people on the steps and never felt so happy.

With his mouth in his mouth, Ji Yusheng from several time and space were happy together.

"Let's go." He took one last look, pulled Nannan, and slowly went down the mountain.

Ji Yusheng, who is now in time and space, just watched the two figures, one big and one small, slowly walk away, and finally turned into two dots, which were reflected in his eyes.

"Let's go." He held Ye Zhou's hand tightly, just as a condition.

The intertwined time and space meet and miss again, and finally become two parallel lines, separated in the long river of time.