Dr. Mu, your wife is in trouble again!

Only in front of the Buddha pray for the child who is no longer there, can we have a moment of peace.

After paying homage, she found a familiar little master in the temple, donated a sum of money for merit and virtue prepared in advance, and proposed that she wanted to offer an ever burning lamp.

Since the ever burning lamp needs people with profound Buddhist cultivation to sing the prayer, the little master asked her to have a rest in front of the hall, while she went in to invite the abbot.

After a long time, the little master came back. Sorry, he said, "the abbot has a guest who wants to become famous. I just went in to help him deal with his affairs, so I delayed some time."

Then he asked, "benefactor, who do you want to offer the ever burning lamp for?"

Said, the little master took out the paper and pen, please write down the name quietly.

She was slightly stunned, looking at the blank paper in her hand, only felt the grief spread.

Yeah, she didn't even think about the child's name, so it left.

The breeze passed through the hall, making the white paper rustle in my hands.

Little master saw her stupefied, tentatively called her, "benefactor?"

Quiet slightly return to God, this just way, "I'm sorry, I haven't thought about it yet. Can I come back to you later?"

"OK, but I'll be busy with other things in the hall later. You can go there and find me if you need to."

"Thank you."

"You're welcome."

The little master gave a salute and left. In fact, he still had another piece of paper in his hand, which was written on it. When he turned around, he saw the name on it by accident, and then he froze. He could only see the word "Mu".

After the master left, he stood still. After a long time, he kneaded the white paper into a ball and threw it into the garbage can.

As the sun set, the leaves fell all over the yard, and the sun fell back into a mottled pattern.

I don't know how long I have been waiting for. My body is very tired and my mind is drifting away with the solemn Buddha sound.

It was not until his legs became numb that he finally saw someone come out of a meditation room at the end of the corridor.

The wrinkled but energetic Abbot walked across the threshold with a handsome man.

There is a big pillar every few meters in the corridor of the meditation room. The red paint on it peels off. It is not as bright as it was when it was renovated.

The abbot did not see her because she was leaning on one side of the pillar.

She watched them say a few more words at the door before the abbot returned to the meditation room.

She did not deliberately avoid, just frowned, it was really him.

I think of the name written on the paper in the hand of the little master. I can't help but feel the pain in the heart of the earth.

She looked at the handsome side face from a distance, clearly sinking into the light and shadow of the sunset. His expression was always indifferent. Even if he was laughing at the moment, he didn't feel warm at all.

If the child is born, will it be like him?

The chest is like a huge stone, breathing gradually become uncomfortable, so quiet just leaning against the pillar, for a long time without any movement.

After that, the abbot walked down the stairs in a quiet direction.

She didn't know how he found her.

He didn't look at her all the time.

When he gradually approached, she collected all her emotions and said coldly, "I'm going down the mountain."

"Let's go together." He looked at her.

She didn't mention it, nor did he.

She didn't even know what he had named the child.

When they went down the mountain, they didn't take the cable car again. The stone steps were very winding, and there were green trees on both sides.

It's cold on the mountain, and the afterglow of the sunset is about to disperse, leaving only a small half of the orange halo.

His feet stepped on the hard and cold stone steps and stopped quietly.

She looked at the sky in the distance, that touch of setting sun in her sight, and finally completely disappeared between the valleys.

The last trace of heat in the air also dissipated, the wind blowing on the arm was cool, but the warmth seemed to be unconscious, just staring at the sky.

She was very thin, the skirt of her limbs was blown tightly against her legs, and her long, soft hair was flying gently in her back.

It seemed that after a long time, she heard the man on her side ask her, "what wish did you make just now?"

The voice was as familiar as she could be. It was a little low, but it was as clear as ice water. She couldn't tell the truth from the false, and she didn't know whether it was true or false.

She didn't answer, only her eyebrows trembled slightly.

From the forest came the sound of various insects, one after another, very happy.

It seems that because of this, the quiet mood is a little more pleasant.

She spoke slowly. "Do you really want to know what I wish for?"When she spoke, her eyes were still looking at the distance, but she knew that he was standing behind her, never moving.

His breath has always been so strong, even if a distance, she can feel it.

She once thought that meeting him was the greatest fortune of her life.

But I didn't expect that, after all, it was just a dream in the pan. She was taken away from Nancheng three years ago. It was the most helpless time for her. At last, he gave her a thorough blow. Until the last moment, she would not give up being with him.

But he married someone else first.

Since then, no matter how beautiful and pleasing things are, she can no longer feel them.

She felt that every day she lived was like walking dead, but she pretended to be very strong and tried to live as if nothing had happened.

She hid all her frailties and built up a solid shell, but at the moment of meeting Mu Yuxing again, she suddenly collapsed.

But now, is it true that everything can come to an end.

"Do you want to know what I wish for?" She took back her dazed eyes, and finally slowly turned to look at the man behind her. However, she said, "well, tell me why musice died because of me."

Smell speech, Mu Yu line of dull face is finally have some mood, he is very painful, gentle can see.

He pursed his thin lips, and his voice was low and depressed. "The night Sisi had an accident was the night you disappeared. At that time, you left with Zhou Shen, and Mu Si Si was waiting for Zhou Shen at Zhou's family. When she saw you getting on the car and even making intimate moves, she ran the red light in a rage, causing tragedy."

Mu Yuxing finished, the whole body's breath became sad, and even his eyes were red.

Wenjing had been stunned for a long time. That night, she was in a coma. She didn't know what Zhou Shen had done to her, which could stimulate Mu Si Si Si.

It's just, she's passive, and she's even the victim.

"Do you think what will happen to me and Zhou Shen?" Asked with a quiet, expressionless face, and her trembling revealed her uneasiness and confusion.