lover beside

Chapter 207

The snow-covered plateau is the highest place in the world, the purest place in the world, and the most pious place in the world.Harsh natural conditions magnify the magical power of heaven infinitely. The tall and pure snow-capped mountains and the clear and boundless holy lake, in front of these natural miracles, people seem so insignificant, so people choose to believe in gods and Buddhas, choose to dedicate themselves His life and everything are dedicated before the gods and Buddhas.

If there is hardship in this life, hope for happiness in the next life.

Even the willingness to suffer in this life is just for the relief in the next life.

Along the way, Qing Huan once again saw those believers turning around the mountain and prostrating their heads countless times.They didn't seem to ask where they came from, and they didn't care about the hardships and time spent. They just knelt down with each step, and threw their bodies to the ground... That piety, that complete belief deeply shocked Qing Huan's heart.

The last time she came, she was still a little girl. Apart from being confused by the budding love, she had no deeper understanding of life, so when she saw the people turning around the mountain and bowing their heads, she just felt Surprised; at this time, in addition to being surprised and shocked, it is more, moved...

Because these people have their most important people in their hearts, they kowtow not only to seek health and happiness for themselves, but also for their families and for people who are more important than themselves in their lives.That's why they can go on the road so fearlessly, and that's why they can turn over and kneel down so recklessly... They are going on the road alone, but they won't be alone, because they have all their family members in their hearts, and they are all with him. on the way.

An old man was playing the bone flute and the elder sister's drum by the side of the road.The sound of the flute and the drum outline the vastness of the world, and the heartbeat can't help but follow the rhythm, gurgling.

Qing Huan tried to talk to the old man, but was shocked again—the bone flute was actually made of a leg bone of her daughter, and the elder sister's drum was made of her sister's human skin!
For Qing Huan, how cruel this matter must be!But the old man smiled calmly, saying that this was her sister's own wish back then, to use her own human skin to worship the gods, and use her own leg bones to play the most beautiful music to worship the Buddha... This is the most pious belief, This is the purest mind.

Qing Huan wept sadly, and asked the old man if he wasn't sad?The old man smiled peacefully, accompanied by the breeze passing by on the plateau, and slowly beat the elder sister's drum, "My child, listen. Who said that my elder sister is dead? She is beside me, and she is telling softly. "The old man smiled kindly at Qing Huan, "What is happiness and what is sadness? Is it true that life must be happiness, and death must be sadness? If you fulfill your wish and die, then you will have the expectation of happiness. Waiting for rebirth to come back, this is the greatest happiness; it is much happier than those walking corpses, life is worse than death..."

Qing Huan bid farewell to the old man, with clear waves rippling in his heart.I have been obsessed with trying to remember Qing Jin's death, but the more I want to think of it all, the more I feel like there is always a layer of cloud cover; at this moment, I am suddenly relieved, regardless of whether Qing Jin is really dead. It doesn't matter whether he still miraculously lives in this world—because no matter whether he lives or dies, he will always be in her heart, occupying her, all her love...

Human body, with the passage of time, will eventually grow old and be destroyed; but human spirit and human love will last forever and last forever...Love is a kind of faith.As long as faith exists, love will never dissipate.

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In the small inn under the snow-capped mountains, the proprietress, Aunt Zhuoma, greeted Qing Huan lovingly.It seems that Qing Huan's arrival is not beyond Zhuoma's expectation, as if Qing Huan is not a guest, but a child of Zhuoma who returned home after a long journey.

Dolma boiled hot water for Qing Huan, let Qing Huan wash away the dust and exhaustion all over her body, and lit incense in the room. It's all going to get better..."

Qing Huan is really tired, and this small inn has too much familiarity, and the long fragrance guides her to sleep slowly...

Falling asleep... At the moment of falling asleep, Qing Huan couldn't help smiling and thinking: In fact, sleep is also like death.Every day of each person is also a cycle of life and death, day life and night death, alternation of new and old.In this way, then death is really nothing to be afraid of...

Deep sleep... like floating gently on a gentle river.Going with the waves, there is a gentle wind and soft Dihua swaying by the ears.The sky and the earth are clear, the water flow is gentle, the wind is clear, the grass flowers are like snow... always so pure and gentle.

Suddenly, it was like going to a movie.I was the only one in the huge movie theater, facing the big screen, watching the scenes flashed one after another on the screen.Although it is empty and dark around me, I don't feel lonely or afraid, as if everything on the screen is closely connected with my heartbeat and breathing.

Qing Huan stood up, from the waves, from the dark seat; walked to the clear world, to the screen where light and shadow flowed.The light and darkness around me alternate, sometimes the world is vast, and sometimes it is a thin screen, but Qing Huan doesn't seem to be confused at all, as if everything he experiences around him is natural and natural.

Finally, Qing Huan closed her eyes and completely relaxed, forgetting about things and myself.Stretch out your finger and connect everything on the screen remotely...

With a light tap of your finger, it's like a splash of water.The clear waves engulf Qing Huan little by little...

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In the former small courtyard, persimmon trees stood tall.Among the thick green leaves, there are orange-yellow fruits, like swaying lanterns.Qing Huan was stunned, wondering why he stopped in his former home again?

In the house, through the green screen door, the mother's roar came again familiarly, "Qing Jin! You little friend, the test is going to be tomorrow, what are you doing now!"

Qing Huan's heart trembled - Qing Jin, Qing Jin... Could it be that he is inside that thin, transparent screen door?Is he still by her side, has he never been far away?

There was a sound of chopping, bang bang, and a figure in white rushed out from the screen door, and the scolding of the mother behind him was even louder.

Qing Huan was stunned, and couldn't help calling softly, "Qing Jin?"

That wicked young man with that beautiful figure, who else is it if it's not Qing Jin!

The wind passes through the tree shadows, stirring up a little bit of light.The breeze and bright light fell on Qing Jin's face, which was so beautiful that it was breathtaking.Qing Jin held Qing Huan's shoulder, put her upper lip together and said softly, "Find an excuse to sneak out in two hours. I'll wait for you by the river..."

(End of this chapter)