[Bottle Evil] Fantastic Leman

, Some of the doors of small shops are closed, and the content of the store can only be judged from the signboard.

Traditions are always forgotten in the changes of history. Although the Spring Festival is still the most lively traditional festival in China so far, it seems that the atmosphere of New Year's Day is not inferior to that of the Spring Festival.

I looked at the stop sign at the station and was slightly dazed. My thoughts turned in my mind for several times. It seemed that I had thought a lot, but at the same time, I didn’t seem to think about anything.

"Wu Xie?"

I turned my head to look at Poker Bottle standing behind me, my dark eyes seemed to be full of doubts, seeing me looking over, I simply expressed my doubts clearly in words, "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing, just a little uneasy." I shook my head, took out my hand in the pocket of the down jacket, and tidied up the somewhat messy scarf around Poker Bottle's neck - that Christmas gift from me, lowered my eyes, Trying to hide the apprehension that accidentally leaked out.

Since I was a child, my intuition is as accurate as a woman's, so that I have always been somewhat resistant to my sixth sense. Knowing something in advance is more terrifying than knowing it later, and it has been entrenched since the morning. The heaviness in my heart can't be erased, but I can be sure that this feeling has nothing to do with the stuffy bottle in front of me, it belongs to me and is aimed at me.

Since it doesn't matter, it's better not to involve him. This silent guy must have more things to digest and accept in his heart alone than I do. Adding troubles is not a good thing whether it is voluntary or forced.

Poker bottle pursed his lips as if he wanted to say something, I frowned, watching the bus approaching from a distance interrupted him who was about to speak, "The bus is coming, get on the bus first, and I will wait a little later for Lingyin Temple There will be no place to step down, and the population of China is very scary, especially in the Jiangnan area."

Poker-Face raised his eyebrows, he probably saw through my lame prevarication at a glance, but he didn't make a sound, and obediently followed me into the car.

I lifted my heart and put it back heavily. I'm sure that if this bottle insists on pursuing it, I can't hide from ten, but I feel a little lost while relaxing. Zhang Qiling is too indifferent, so indifferent that he can't even pester him. Not endlessly.

But think about it, one day when you see the bottle of stuffy oil entangled, it is probably not far from the end of the world.

Really contradictory.

The road is a lot more spacious because of the festival, and the traffic jams are usually very smooth. I arrived at the destination in less than half an hour. I looked up at the buildings with traces of time in front of me, and sniffed the lingering temples that belonged exclusively to the tip of my nose. The unique scent of incense makes the mood calm for no reason.

Even on New Year's Day, the number of pilgrims in Lingyin Temple is not much less than before. As one of the famous ancient temples in the south of the Yangtze River, its charm is undeniable. After graduation, I will also be convinced in my heart that the wisdom of the ancient people is unimaginable by modern people, and it will never be surpassed. It relies too much on high technology, so it loses the original simple beauty.

Poker bottle has had an indescribable feeling since he arrived at Lingyin Temple, and his whole body revealed a more ethereal feeling than usual. I was a little flustered, stretched out my hand and tugged at his sleeve, and said with a smile: " Brother, you are very much like the monk in Lingyin Temple now, and you are still at the abbot level." As he spoke, he met Poker-Face's gaze, his dark eyes were stained with mist, making it difficult to see clearly, this is Never before.I froze for a moment, and wanted to speak, but the face in front of me suddenly enlarged, and then I felt a warmth at the corner of my lips, and then they parted quickly.

That fleeting touch should be lips, if I'm not mistaken.

That said, I was kissed.

Moreover, there are many pilgrims and tourists behind us...

The temperature on my face rose instantly, I lowered my head abruptly, and stared at Poker Bottle from the corner of my eye, but he turned his head calmly and walked towards one of the three main halls, the Daxiong Hall, with his slightly cool fingertips He pulled my wrist very naturally, walking steadily as if walking, as if everything that happened a few seconds ago was my own illusion.

It's really thanks to his temperament that he doesn't change his face even before the mountain collapses!

I pursed my lips angrily, broke free from the bondage of Poker Bottle and patted my face, pulling my face to ignore his looking over.

Anyway, I am also a big man, it’s okay if no one sees it, if someone sees it, no matter how thick-skinned I can’t stand it, not to mention that I can feel a few thorns on my back right now. .

The incense in Lingyin Temple is very strong, and the most tourists are in the afternoon. What's more, today is New Year's Day, and there are not a few people who want to pray for blessings at the beginning of the new year. There are so many people, and at least four out of ten people have seen it. The scene just now.

I sighed lowly, and caught a glimpse of Poker Fing's smiling eyes out of the corner of my eye, gritted my teeth and threw him away and strode towards the Daxiong Hall alone. He stared blankly at the man walking towards him.

"Wu Xie, are you free?" The soft female voice is not as gentle as before, but every word has a bit of chill.

I came back to my senses, pursed my lips and looked at the person standing in front of me, all the embarrassment and annoyance on my face receded in an instant.

Huo Ling, whom I met the night before, met again today. I don't believe there is such a coincidence in the world, unless it was done on purpose.

The hands in my pockets were clenched into fists. I turned around and twitched the corners of my mouth at the Poker Bottle two or three steps away. The path connecting with the temple, nodded to Huo Ling, watched her keep up before turning around and walking towards the relatively quiet Feilai Peak.

---------Zhang Qi Ling

The New Year is the beginning of the year.

Happy New Year.

I have never quite understood the meaning of the so-called New Year's Day celebrations. It is just a day that represents the beginning of the year, but it has become a festival celebrated by the whole world. This seems to me extremely stupid. A new beginning represents the previous one. The end of the old, whether it is good or bad, has come to an end so sloppily, and there will be regrets in my heart.

Since there are regrets, why bother to say "Happy New Year" with a smile?

Although it is a very negative thought, sometimes pessimism is the most real existence, although this reality is somewhat cruel.

I looked at the cold and bleak neighborhood shops, and turned my gaze back to Wu Xie who was standing motionless in front of the stop sign.

The afternoon sun was very bright, but it was not scorching due to the influence of the season, only a slight warmth was conveyed to the skin through the fabric of the clothes. Wu Xie stood against the light, with an inexplicable heaviness.

This feeling has been lingering on him since the first time I saw it in the morning, even the bottom of the light-colored eyes with a smile hides uneasiness, standing beside him, almost infected by that uneasiness.

But I'm sure nothing happened that would cause him such great anxiety.

I frowned and loosened the scarf tightly wrapped around my neck, and the cold wind poured in immediately.

"Wu Xie?"

Wu Xie turned her head, looked at me in a daze, and then smiled very naturally.

The smile was too natural, but it seemed a bit far-fetched, more like an instinctive reaction.

I pursed my lower lip, "What's wrong?"

Wu Xie shook her head, there was a moment of silence, she took out her hands in her pockets, walked over, and tightened the loose scarf I pulled, "It's nothing, just a little uneasy."

The warmth wrapped around the skin is very delicate, I stared at his half-closed eyes, trying to see through the eyelids the inner heart projected from those eyes.

Wu Xie tidied up her scarf and raised her head. When she saw my expression, she frowned, and her gaze suddenly froze in the distance, "The car is coming, get on the car first, and if it's later, there may not even be a place to set foot in Lingyin Temple, China The population of the area is terrifying, especially in the Jiangnan area."

An abrupt topic, which can be seen at a glance is a very poor way to change the subject.

Wu Xie was unwilling to tell me his worries.

Realizing this, I withdrew my doubts, followed him onto the bus, found a window seat in the back, and sat down, watching the scene of going backwards quickly.

Forcedlovedoesnotlast. (forcedlovedoesnotlast.)

This sentence applies to any time. Obtained by force is not a comfortable thing for the forced party or the forced party. If it is not forced, no one is willing to use a strong attitude to plunder what they want.

Even if I don't press the question, I will get the answer one day.

Because the object is Wu Xie, I have this confidence.

There are many legends about Lingyin Temple, about Jigong, about the Sansheng Stone, and many others have been spread among the people, but the most romantic (romantic) and widely spread abroad is the Sansheng Stone.

It is ironic to stand in front of the Lingyin Temple for the purpose of standing in front of the Lingyin Temple for the legend that has been scoffed at many times in Hangzhou without ever looking for it.

The first time I saw the theory of reincarnation was in the "Yuanjue Sutra" in a small library in Beijing. I was not proficient in ancient Chinese classical Chinese, and I only understood it after reading it many times. I just sighed a little , but at the moment I feel deeply.

"Know reincarnation, love is the foundation."

Superficial understanding is far less than personal experience.

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