The moon comes to take pictures

After the new year, everything returned to normal. Ning Ruichen still followed the abbot to the mountains to practice meditation. He didn't see anyone for ten days and a half months, but when he came back, there would always be a plate of poorly crafted knives on Yuan Junyu's table. Dried orchids.

The days were ordinary, Yuan Junyu felt that this was enough, and did not dare to let the desire in her heart grow any more.

At the end of spring, Ning Ruichen was called by the abbot and asked him: "Would you like to be ordained at this time?"

Mingjing heard it clearly from under the window, slipped out in a blink of an eye, and slapped Yuan Junyu's bamboo door with a loud resounding sound.

"It's terrible!" Mingjing yelled, "Ning, Junior Brother Ning is going to shave his head!"

Yuan Junyu stood there for a while as if being killed by lightning, and then ran away.

After all, Mingjing was young and couldn't catch up, so she held the door and shouted: "Oh! Run slowly, it's going to rain, bring an umbrella!"

The weather in the mountains was unpredictable, and the misty wet fog lingered in the mountains. Yuan Junyu ran for a while, and sure enough, there were clouds gathering, and a flash of lightning flashed out after a long time.Looking up, there are large puddles gathered in the detours of the gully, and the rain is dripping down, and the snow-white splashes cover everything with a layer of white light.

After waiting for a long time, the rain did not stop. Yuan Junyu took shelter from the rain in the thatched pavilion built by the woodcutter, fidgeting and thinking about Ning Ruichen.

What is the heart of the world, what is guarding him for a lifetime, what is Zen... Yuan Junyu thought in a panic, let's use the look, let's draw the ground as a prison, in this life, I am afraid that it will be impossible not to be with him.Even if it is begging... I also ask him to change his mind.

The rain intensified, and the grasses could not stand the ravages, peeling off countless times, and a few pours of rain poured down through the roof, Yuan Junyu was drenched all over, and was extremely embarrassed.He simply slammed into the rain, supported the Buddha wall carving in the mountain, and ran towards the gate of Lanquan Temple step by step.

The monks outside the mountain gate were all stunned and let Yuan Junyu go in. A monk recognized him and wanted to give him an umbrella, but just as he stepped forward, he was caught and asked, "Where is Ning Ruichen?"

The monk pointed in a direction in astonishment, which was the location of the monk's dormitory.

Yuan Junyu frantically ran to the courtyard where the row of squatter houses was located, walked through the stone bricks paved with flower petals, and suddenly saw a room with the door open, and a figure bent inside, the slender arc was him.Yuan Junyu broke in without saying a word, and hugged the waist tightly, as if wanting to melt into the flesh and blood.

"Ah!" The man couldn't stand still, and suddenly leaned on Yuan Junyu's chest, panicked: "Yu, brother Yu? You're all wet!"

Yuan Junyu's shoulders trembled, and rainwater covered his face and body. Ning Ruichen felt his heart hurt, so he leaned on him obediently: "What's wrong? What happened?"

Ning Ruichen was also drenched by him, his neck and ears were covered with water, Yuan Junyu suddenly buried his head on the side of his neck: "...you want to go, don't you?"

"Who said that? I won't go...I, I want to go home." The tension on his waist was released, and Ning Ruichen sat on the stool, waiting for him to speak.

Yuan Junyu looked at him worrying about gains and losses, with a worried face: "Then...how many days will I stay?"

Ning Ruichen raised his eyelids, his gaze was so light, it seemed to be full of affection, but also like sad thoughts.

"I heard that the abbot wants you to be ordained to become a monk," Yuan Junyu uncomfortably twisted his icy sleeves, "You... I beg you, don't go."

Ning Ruichen lowered his eyes again, and said softly: "If I don't go, so what?"

"It's fine for us to stay like this. I'll be here guarding you for the rest of my life."

Ning Ruichen chuckled and said, "How can it be considered a lifetime?"

Yuan Junyu swore almost without hesitation: "From now until I die—"

"Stuttering again," Ning Ruichen interrupted him, "Who made you die? I'm going home because I miss my family. I've lived in the temple for so long, so I should go..."

Yuan Junyu froze for a moment, as if he didn't understand what he meant.

The rain gradually subsided, the scenery outside the house took on a new look, and the fresh air permeated into the dark monk's room. For the first time, Yuan Junyu didn't know what to do, so she sat down in a daze, with doubts in her eyes.

Ning Ruichen glanced at him, and said in a whisper: "The abbot just asked me when I was ordained. I thought about it, and I was not calm. After all...it shouldn't be. People like me have tasted the fireworks in the world. I also understand what love is, how can I still..." He paused quickly, and then said: "I'm tired of chaimi, I'm tired of human feelings... If I have you, I will feel very good."

The torrential rain in the mountains had been falling for quite a while, and it gradually became lighter at the end of the night. The dense rain lines were floating, and the dark and light black colors in the mountains were intertwined. It was foggy, but it made people see a heart clearly.

Mingjing stood and squatted in the kitchen drinking ginger soup like a drowned chicken, and several juniors laughed at him: "Who told you to rush out?" Mingjing snorted, pouted and looked at the old abbot outside the house.

The old abbot stood behind the fine rain curtain, looked at the graceful green hills in the distance, and sighed leisurely: "The chance of Zen has arrived."

For a while, the fan chant was faint, and the scriptures engraved on the mountain wall were attacked by wind and rain, and they were completely clean. This kind of treasure is merciful, who knows which lost person's infatuation has been saved?

As spring goes and autumn comes, the forest leaves in the mountains once withered and flourished.

At dawn, Yuan Junyu woke up, lazily stood up, saw Ning Ruichen sitting in front of the window in the early morning light, not knowing what to write.He put on his shoes to look, and there was a piece of paper in front of Ning Ruichen, who was writing a letter to.

"I received a letter from my elder brother yesterday, saying that we should go to Yangzhou to live for a while." Ning Ruichen wrote the reply, biting the tip of his pen from time to time.

"Want to go?" Yuan Junyu lowered her head, inadvertently catching a glimpse of the red mark on the side of Ning Ruichen's neck.

Ning Ruichen stopped writing and thought for a while: "Sister-in-law's family has a lot of rules, but she is restrained when she goes."

Yuan Junyu seemed to think of some bad memories, and agreed: "That's true."

After a long time, Ning Ruichen said slowly, "Nanjing... I'm actually tired of staying here."

"Then let's go outside for a walk?" Yuan Junyu thought of his playfulness, and asked again: "Let's go to Huguang, south to Nanyang, I have a boat, just hire some crew members."

Ning Ruichen was a little excited, but after thinking about it, he was still worried: "Will it be too far away?"

"If you're tired, you can go back anytime."

Ning Ruichen just nodded, and suddenly seemed to have discovered something: "Why are you staring at my neck all the time?"

"I was thinking about your lock," Yuan Junyu didn't panic, "Cui Zhu gave me your lock, do you still want to take it?"

Ning Ruichen was really fooled: "No more."

"That's right, the things he took." Yuan Junyu said lightly, stroking the back of his neck with his fingertips.

Ning Ruichen glanced at him: "Don't lock it."

"why?"

For some reason, Ning Ruichen blushed suddenly, and urged him, "I didn't eat anything in the morning, so go boil the noodles." Yuan Junyu smiled helplessly, and got up to scoop up water.Just as he was going out, he suddenly heard a whispering voice behind him, which flashed by his ear, although it was faint, he still heard it.

"I'm afraid, you are the lock..."

Year after year, three years have passed in the blink of an eye, the bamboo houses in the ancient temples in the mountains are still there, but no one has lived there.Occasionally, monks visit to help clean up the dust and wait for the owner to return.

The city of Nanjing is very lively, with colorful paper kites flying in the sky, children in colorful clothes running happily by the river, and by the steps under the stone platform, several women are beating and washing their clothes.The air was humid and filled with the fragrance of flowers, and a group of people hurried past without disturbing the beautiful scenery.

"Hurry up, the second master's letter is here!"

Several servants hurriedly opened the door, and when Ning Yuquan saw the messenger arrived, he stood up quickly and asked anxiously, "Where is the person? I said I will be home at noon, but I haven't seen you yet!"

The courier was so thirsty from running that he fanned his hand while panting, "Second Lord said in the morning that they are going to take a boat on the Qinhuai River to see the city of Nanjing first, and then come back at night!"

Only then did Ning Yuquan feel relieved, and his mouth was still angry: "The two bastards... are messing around!"

Rong Yinghua hugged her little daughter who was just babbling, and only smiled when she heard the words: "Anyway, I'm back, let them go out for a while, it's nothing. Just in time, you send someone out to get some more things. Then Yes, let the children see their uncle later, if you have any reprimands, don't say it in front of the children."

Ning Yuquan pouted angrily: "I know that."

The boats on the Qinhuai River were swaying and swaying. A small boat came from the south, passed the Shuixi Gate, and headed to the north of the city.

Ning Ruichen woke up after resting for half an hour at noon. The afternoon sun shone through the window panes and someone came to feed him a bowl of water.

"almost home."

"Look again," Ning Ruichen snuggled into Yuan Junyu's arms lazily, "I haven't been back to Nanjing for a long time. Tomorrow, I'll tidy up the house on the mountain and go back to live."

Yuan Junyu deliberately laughed at him: "This time, don't you stop making a fuss about becoming a monk?"

"Bah, it's been three years, and you always blame me for this." Ning Ruichen put on his shoes, pushed the window and looked at both sides of the river.

The scenery in Jinling is beautiful, pink and green willows, the sound of preaching is wrong, and most of the spring is drunk.

While laughing and laughing, the breeze blows across the green screen, Ning Ruichen walked out of the cabin, looked out from the side, raised his eyes to the blue tiles and white walls, the mist in the water, and saw a green mountain and green shadow in the distance, swallows flew in the willow curtain nearby, peach blossoms dipped in the water and bloomed fall.

There was a sound in the cabin behind him, Ning Ruichen turned his head and gently grabbed Yuan Junyu's hand.

Jia'an is a beautiful spring scene, the smoke from the living quarters is curling up, the boat passes the singing stage and wine pavilion, the sound of the pipa splashes like pearls and jade, and the singing girl sings earnestly: "Treasure the Qing emperor must be stationed in the chariot, and the wine flag is drawn to the flower lovers..."

It's a good spring with nothing to do, a place where Fangfei stays, the wind is calm and the sun is warm, and the misty rain is in the south of the Yangtze River.

The author says:

It's over, thank you for your company