he sees your voice

Chapter 47 Bailan Brings Love 1
In just a few years, Gu Chu has experienced more than ten years of experience that ordinary people should have. She doesn't care about other people's eyes, not because she is afraid to face it, but after experiencing panic and despair, she seems to be in other people's eyes. It's not that important to her anymore.It's not important because she doesn't care, she doesn't have time to care.She kept telling herself that in fact, every day is a new time, not a cycle or a repetition, and every day and everything that happens is unique, because it will not happen again in the same way. Then be safe.

She once wanted to die in the past.

After her father left and her mother left one after another, Gu Siwo cried into tears in her arms. The debt collector poured red paint on the door of the house, and almost burned her house down. At that moment, Gu Chu Really thought of dying.She hadn't graduated that year, but in that year, her heart was full of holes.

It was also that year that Qiao Yunxiao was almost broken by his father because of her.

In this life, a person will always meet a knot, maybe a certain year, maybe a certain moment, after experiencing and struggling, can Nirvana be reborn.

This process was painful and difficult. She left home and Gu Si, who was teary-eyed, and walked aimlessly by herself. She didn't know how long she walked and how many people she had to go through.She didn't bring money or a mobile phone, and no one could contact her.She felt that God was so unfair, why did she forcefully take away what had been given to her?

She was attracted by a melodious sound, and followed that sound like the sound of nature, step by step up the mountain.

It is the largest temple in Qiongzhou. The sound comes from a monk ringing the bell. It is rhythmic and unhurried, just like the stitches of time, and the days are stacked one by one.She seldom came to this temple, but she came here once with her parents when she was very young. She still remembers that her father put on three tall incense sticks, his face was full of joy, and not long after, they held The family moved to Shanghai, and the old house in Qiongzhou has been empty.

At the beginning, my father wanted to sell the old house in Qiongzhou, but my mother objected, saying that the house could not be sold, and maybe I could come back to live in it in the future. My father also reprimanded my mother at that time, thinking that she had not said good things.But later, my mother told her before she died, remember, no matter what time comes, you must leave a way out for yourself. The only thing I am sorry for you now is that I did not sell the old house.

In fact, Gu Chu understands that it's not that his father doesn't leave a way out for himself, but cuts off his way out abruptly. Only those who don't leave a way out for themselves can move forward bravely, and they can only advance and not retreat.

And that year, she unknowingly walked into the temple that made her father's wish come true. It was in the afternoon, and the sun was so strong that the scalp could ferment.The temple is hidden in the mountains and forests, and there is a breeze passing through the mountains among the lush greenery, which is very cool.Most of the people who come to the temple are in the morning, so there are not many visitors in the afternoon. At a glance, there are only faint green smoke, rows of quietly burning butter lamps, and a slow bell.Gu Chu felt depressed, and strolled to the Daxiong Palace. The majestic gilded temple eaves passed through the tops of towering ancient trees, and when he looked up, he saw the blue sky.

Xu Shi was doing some religious rituals that day, and the front of the Daxiong Palace was unusually solemn.The abbot of the temple led all the monks and disciples to chant scriptures under the old tree, there was the sound of wooden fish, and occasionally there was a long bell ringing.Gu Chu didn't stop to watch, she just entered the hall, looked up at the towering Buddha, and then bowed devoutly.Every time you bow down, there will be a monk ringing the bell next to you.Before she knelt down, she had nothing to ask but only wished for death. When she got up, she said silently in her heart, if there is a god, can she be able to guide her in the wrong way, and how can she move on?
After leaving the hall, the monks were still chanting scriptures, listening and meditating.She raised her eyes, and just inadvertently saw withered yellow leaves falling from the branches, one after another, fluttering in the breeze, curling up the corner of the robes of the monks, but the monks didn't feel it, like pines and cypresses under the old trees Not moving at all.

At that moment, Gu Chu stopped and stood in front of the hall. His eyes followed the fallen leaves and looked up. The branches and vines of the old trees covered the scorching sun above his head, and a faint halo fell from the gap. It was obviously summer, but the leaves Golden, flying between the gray robes, this scene is shocking enough.

It was at that moment that Gu Chu finally understood.

Summer should be emerald green, but there are still fallen leaves. This is the impermanence of the world, the law of things, and the inability of people to interfere. This seems to be a helpless thing.But the fallen leaves were flying lightly, and the monks worshiped the Buddha and chanted sutras as always, without disturbing them. The movement and stillness of the fallen leaves and people became the most beautiful scenery.So Gu Chu understood that people are not omnipotent. When encountering a difficult situation or an irreversible situation, as long as you just go with the flow and concentrate on doing the thing at hand, then the result may be different. How do you know it's not a blessing."

She can't die, and she can't just exile herself, she is still young, and she still has a younger sister waiting for her.

The moment he figured it out, Gu Chu ran back home.

There are no adults at home, only her aunt and Xu Tong who can help her are dealing with her mother's death, and only the young Gu Si is left crying hysterically. Isn't she desperate?After finding out that she was thrown at home by her sister.Gu Chu forced himself to bear the grief, stepped forward and hugged Gu Si, Gu Si cried and said, "You can't leave me, you don't want to leave me anymore."

Gu Chu swore that she would never leave Gu Si alone in this life.

She took Gu Si to clean up the room all night. After waking up the next day, she took Gu Si's hand to a small restaurant for dinner.

In fact, Gu Chu also found it unpalatable. From that day on, no matter how busy or tired she was, she would cook it herself, for herself and for her younger sister.

Gu Si once asked her, "Sister, where did you go that day?"

She never told Gu Si about her desire to die, but she told her that we must live strong.

Yes, if you want to die better, then you have to live better.

Gu Si said, sister, aren't you sad?

sad.

It was because she was so sad that she wanted to die.

But she told Gu Si, because you are still here, so I am not sad.

So for so many years, Gu Chu has been burying her head in doing what she should do, living her life carefully, but she doesn't feel wasted every day, she has a lot of things to do, work to make money, and support her sister to study, After paying off the debt, she still has to save a dowry for her younger sister, hoping that her younger sister can marry a good family.

For Gu Chu, love is too beautiful and dreamy, and I don't regret having it once.Love has died, and life has to go on. Those beautiful things, both dreams and illusions, are like scattered petals, all of which remain in the youth. Her youth is destined to be scattered like summer flowers early, so she also recognizes it.

She cut off her fantasy early to face the cruel and realistic life. She has no time to take care of those romances, so let it go with the wind.

The raindrops fell into Gu Chu's eyes, which felt a little cool.

She walked a few steps quickly and turned into the "You Lane".

Youxiang is a famous ancient street in Qiongzhou. It is named after the thousand-year-old Qingshiban Road and the remaining ancient buildings from Tang and Song Dynasties. Nowadays, Youxiang has become one of the must-see attractions for foreign tourists.In China, there is no shortage of ancient streets in large and small cities, and then developed into assimilated commercial streets.Fortunately, Youxiang has become a place of petty bourgeoisie with the combination of ancient and modern times.

There are some shops here, but most of them are opened by young people who have studied abroad and come back. Their ideas are avant-garde and they can operate by combining ancient culture just right.Teahouses, coffee shops, and bars coexist, and there is no sense of disobedience in this ancient street where you can occasionally hear yelling and selling.

The rain was a bit heavy, and the moss-covered beams were wetted with patters.

In the rainy alley, there are fewer pedestrians, and the weather is getting late, so the long ancient street is much quieter.Gu Chu hid from the rain under an ancient beam, and the wind blew past, bringing a quiet fragrance of flowers.She has a good nose and can smell the scent of white orchids.Looking for it, as expected, there is a flower seller on the corner of the street not far away.She looks to be in her 70s or [-]s, with her white hair combed meticulously. She wears a half-sleeve cheongsam with deep blue flowers and bronzing gold, and a pair of light-colored flat shoes on her feet.She didn't peddle like other street sellers, she just sat quietly on a log-colored wicker chair, with a knee-length case in front of her. There are clusters of white orchids tied with red thread, and on the other side are small bouquets of gardenias.

There was a small stove next to the case, and a teapot was sitting on the stove. The hot water in the pot was bubbling. Grandma poured a cup of tea for herself. The gilded eaves on her head happened to cover the drizzle. Listening to the rain and tasting tea slowly.

Gu Chu loved Bailan, so he couldn't help but ran over and bought a bunch of white orchids for five yuan.Grandma smiled and said to her, "Little girl, remember to take one and put it in your hair, it will bring you love."

love?

She didn't dare to ask for extravagance anymore, but she still picked one of the white orchids and put it gently next to her ear, the breeze passed by, and the fragrance in her hair was soft.

I chose a coffee shop to sit and hide from the rain, ordered a cup of mocha, and let the aroma of coffee wander through the alleys.The cafe is quaint, and the door looks like a archway. A large dark red parasol protects the coffee table from the rain, which is enough for guests to enjoy the strong coffee outdoors on a rainy day.

In normal times, Gu Chu would definitely not dare to be so extravagant. The cafes in Youxiang place a lot of emphasis on petty bourgeoisie, and the price of petty bourgeoisie is money. A cup of mocha here costs more than 50 yuan, and it is the price of a dinner in the vegetable market.But today she listened to the rain under the red umbrella, drank coffee, and watched the raindrops splashing on the bluestone slab like a demon.

Maybe she was really tired, maybe she felt that there would be some throbbing encounters in such a drizzling alley.

A couple holding umbrellas hugged each other and passed by her, talking softly and tenderly.Gu Chu looked up at the figures of the two, very young, like students.After a while, the two walked away, but the laughter seemed to linger in her ears for a long time.

Gu Chu thought of Beishen inadvertently.

It was also a rainy season, and a group of them went to Gulangyu Island. In an outdoor cafe on a side street, she and Beishen sat opposite each other and laughed. She told Beishen that this ancient street is very similar to ours in Qiongzhou. Youxiang, however, the scenery of Youxiang is even more beautiful, so beautiful that even the moss on the eaves is lovely.

Beishen was very interested and said, next time we will drink coffee in Youxiang.

That day, Gu Chu told him a lot about Qiongzhou, the people of Qiongzhou, the scenery of Qiongzhou...

(End of this chapter)