Dear Mr. Shi

Shi Annuo asked as he drove the car, "Zhao Zhao, do you like it?"

"Hmm!" Wen Zhaozhao closed his eyes and spread his arms, enjoying this moment.

"How do you like it?" Shi Annuo asked again.

"I'm very happy, very happy, like I like Anno," Wen Zhaozhao said, and kissed Shi Anno heavily.

Shi Annuo was very happy, but pretended to be jealous: "No, you can only like me the most, and everything else has to be behind me."

Wen Zhaozhao smiled, and the silver bell-like laughter melted into the sea breeze, like a moving music.

They did not go home this night, but took out the tent in the car and set up on the beach.

It was late at night, but neither of them slept. Wen Zhaozhao held a shell in his hand and asked Shi Annuo softly, "A thousand years ago, there was a Buddhist hall, and there was a Buddhist temple on the windowsill. A staying spider fell in love with a green leaf outside the window. The spider said to the Buddha: Buddha, I am in love with that green leaf, can I meet her? The Buddha said: Spider, in a few years, you will no longer be Spider, she is no longer a green leaf, will you still like her? Spider replied affirmatively: Yes, I will like her in my next life. The Buddha waved his sleeve, and both the spider and the green leaf were reincarnated."

Shi Annuo asked gently: "They reincarnated, did they become a pair of lovers in love, and then stay together forever?"

Wen Zhaozhao smiled, and then continued: "In the second life, a man in white came to the temple to pray: Buddha, I am in love with a woman, can I marry her? Buddha shook his head: feelings need to be cultivated. You will not be happy if you are together unless you can stand the test. The man replied affirmatively: But I will protect her forever. Buddha waved his hand: You have not experienced enough hardships and cannot be together.

The man was disappointed and turned to leave. "

"So they missed the second life, right?" Shi Annuo sighed.

Wen Zhaozhao gave him a meaningful look: "My story may be different from what you think."

Shi Annuo: "You continue!"

Wen Zhaozhao smiled and nodded, stunned the shell in front of Shi Annuo, and then said softly: "In the third life, a grain of sand fell into the shell, and the shell pain was unbearable, so it secreted layer after layer of sticky substance to make the sand. The grains were wrapped up, day after day, year after year, the shells no longer had any pain, and at an appropriate time, they spit out the N layer of sand surrounded by themselves. This is what people call pearls. But the shell didn't pay attention to the crystallization of the past few years, so he left. Without the pearl, the shell suddenly became very fragile, and it didn't take long to lose its life.

When he came to the Buddha, he asked the Buddha in a puzzled way: I have experienced the ordeals of the three lives and three lives. Isn’t that enough? Why can't I be with her? I don't even have a chance to meet.

Buddha said: Shells, do you know? In the first life, Luye fell in love with a man in white, I think you also like Luye, so I helped you to make you look like him, but in the second life, although you were that man in white, But Luye was in love with the reincarnation of the man in white in the first life, a vagrant beggar. What makes me do not understand is that in the third life, I have obviously let you be together, why you would ignore her. "

Shi Annuo was surprised: "The third life, are they together?"