Ex-wife Won't Remarry

I don't know how long he was silent. Muxiyan obviously felt the pain from him. He couldn't help asking him anxiously, "Jun Hao, what's the matter with you?"

"I'm fine, let me hold it!" Fu Junhao buried his head on her clavicle, but his breath was more stable and gentle.

Muxi Yan pursed his lips, reached out and slowly touched his hair, gently put his chin on his head, and didn't speak.

Fu Junhao hugged her arm tightly. His eyes under his hair were slightly red. The water light in his eyes was deeply forced back to the bottom of his eyes. The quiet wind around him hit slightly. His thoughts gradually drifted away to two days ago.

"Jun Hao, one thing, you should be ready!" Tang Tian looked at him calmly, his eyes full of pain.

"Where's Ziling?" he didn't respond positively. In fact, he already knew something in his heart, but he didn't want to admit it. I hope he can get lucky.

But when Tang Tian wrapped the letter in a simple envelope, he realized that he could no longer deceive himself and others.

Perhaps it was because the letter was too long ago, so the envelope had turned yellow. He slowly opened the envelope and filled it with two pages of handwriting.

"Jun Hao:

I know that even if I don't write this letter, your mind will still know what happened.

You don't have to feel guilty or owe. Saving you is my own choice! In fact, I always envy you, not because of others, but because of Xiaoyan. Many times, I have been unwilling and resented the unfairness of God. It is me who has been with her for many years, but you who can stand by her in the end.

But it's reasonable to think about it. I've been with her for so many years and still haven't won her heart, which shows that it's impossible for me and her in this life.

Xiaoyan is very strong at any time, anywhere and in front of anyone. It seems that nothing can bring her down, but she is actually very fragile. The reason why she is cold and sharp to people is just to wrap herself in a hard shell, because only in this way can she not be hurt.

She doesn't seem to care about anything, but she can't let go of the people and things she really cares about. She knows that she will be hurt and sad, but she still has to live persistently and doesn't want to be confused a little.

I know that my departure is bound to cause great harm to her, but I am not worried, because she has you around her, you will heal the wound in her heart, and only you can give her the happiness she wants!

If possible, I also want to be mean, but when I see her unconscious because of your disease, I understand that if I leave, she will be sad, sad and painful, but she will not die; and if you leave, she will not live!

And the only thing I can do for her is to save you!

This time, I finally won you. In fact, I am also very mean. When I win you, I can continue to love her in another way.

Please don't tell her the real reason why I left. I don't want her to feel guilty and remorse, so... You must treat her well and let her live happily. Those pains don't appear again. I know you can do it! So I'm very relieved to give her to you.

This generation, I am very happy to have your brother, and I have never regretted saving you, so I don't have to blame myself. Instead of me, take good care of her, love her and live well.

Finally, bless you! "

At the end of the letter, there were faint marks on the paper. He didn't know what kind of mood Ziling wrote this last letter, but he really understood at that moment that he Ziling really loved her with his life in this world, without any impurities, but just loved her deeply.

He... Feels inferior to himself

Now the only thing he can do is live well and live longer. From now on, he will love her seriously and seriously with his expectations!

The suddenly blowing breeze was inexplicably bigger, which made the tree tops rattle. Fu Junhao's thoughts returned to his place in an instant. He slowly looked up at the swaying tree tops, and a smile slowly appeared at the corners of his mouth. Let's go. Don't worry, my brother

"Xi Yan..."

"Hmm?" Muxi Yan looked at him with a sudden soft smile and was slightly puzzled.

But he reached out and gently held her hand, gently looked up at her, "in the future, let's go to see Ziling..."

Mu Xiyan's pupils tightened fiercely, forcing back the tears in her eyes, but there were still tears sliding down her cheeks, but she smiled and nodded emphatically.

Fu Junhao reached out to wipe the corners of her eyes, gently pulled her down, and gently kissed them. They just touched each other gently. There was no superfluous action, but it warmed people's hearts.

The plants and trees in the garden swayed with the wind and were full of vitality. The sunlight sprinkled rustling light spots through the shadow of the trees, enveloping their figures. The water flows long and the years are quiet.

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This is a magnificent but rigorous trumpet temple located on the altitude of Lhasa plateau. Countless worshippers wear thick fur coats and kneel down to worship the temple on the highland, just to tell the gods their insignificant wishes.

Fang Jin wore a broad dark red trumpet suit, buckled his head step by step, knelt down with the people, and finally climbed the temple after kneeling 350 steps.

Lhasa, Tibet, is the 100th city he has visited in this year.

The first stop is in the northernmost part of China, Harbin. Looking at the ice sculptures all over the city, he will remember that when he looked at the snow, there was always a person around him, noisy but happy.

He walked across the Songjiang River and reached the border of China. He didn't bring a mobile phone or contact anyone. He subconsciously blocked all the news about that city and walked quietly from city to city as they had planned.

"Young man, are you here to pray?" suddenly, an old voice sounded in his ear, saying the local dialect, which he couldn't understand.

Looking sideways, he saw an old trumpet wearing a trumpet suit and a Yellow Crowned feather trumpet hat looking at him kindly. His old face was full of traces left by wind and frost, which made him suddenly think of Mr. Fang's expectant and tired face.

He pressed back the bitterness of his heart. Because he couldn't understand the language, he turned his body and bowed respectfully to him.

The old speaker looked at him, then said in less fluent Mandarin, "young man, aren't you a local?"

Fang Jin was slightly stunned, then nodded, "guru, I'm here to pray!"

The trumpet suit on him is a guru's specification.

The old trumpet smiled, "come with me!"

They stopped in a wooden Zen room in the back. In addition to simple tables and chairs, there were books and scriptures on both sides, and a small happy Buddha was enshrined in the middle of the room.

The male Buddha sits cross legged, with a large bend in the right leg and a small bend in the left leg, while the female Buddha faces the male, with her legs open, her hips sitting on the male's left leg, four arms embracing each other, her chest close to each other, and her bare body intertwined. There is me in you and you in me, just like one person.

Fang Jin looked at the statue of Buddha. He felt a sharp pain in his heart and his face gradually turned pale.

The old trumpet saw him so, slowly shook his head and asked him to sit down at one table.

"Young man, are you looking for someone on earth?"

Fang Jin was slightly stunned and looked up at him, "yes, I'm looking for my favorite person!"

"The essence of suffering, the essence of gathering, the essence of extinction and the essence of Tao, therefore, in the six Tao, you cannot be free from the aggregation of karma, the endless cycle and all impermanence; if all living beings are suffering, you should explore the causes of suffering. That is, all living beings have persistence, there are differences, there is persistence, there is extinction, and the five aggregates are entangled and unknown. Therefore, all karma, all impermanence; those who destroy, break away from obsession, there is no difference, and eliminate worry , and increase Bodhi. The Tao is a person who has insight, obtains Bodhi, is now a great nirvana, has no supreme fruit, no birth, no death, no increase, no decrease, and is silent and inaction, that is, he has a great round positive fruit. "The old horn looked at him, and the faint voice combined with the sound of the Jinglun rotation outside, looked ethereal.

"There are eight hardships in life: life, old age, disease, death, love, parting, resentment for a long time, can't ask, can't let go; love leads to worry, love leads to fear, if you are away from the lover, there is no worry or fear..."

Worry free and cloth free

Fang Jin smiled bitterly. "Unfortunately, I mean ordinary people. I can't act rashly like the god Buddha. I can stick to my heart for anything, so I'm just a layman. Thank you for your guidance. However, I'd rather float and sink in the world than the god Buddha's clear and clear without a mirror!"

With that, he slowly got up, bowed to him again, and was about to leave.

"Wait!" but he was stopped by the old horn. He got up and went to the altar, reached out and took out the small happy Buddha, and then went to him and brought it to him.

"Guru, are you?" Fang Jin looked at him in amazement.

The old trumpet shook his head, "Buddha is destined to be a man. Young man, you are very similar to me when I was young. This Buddha will be given to you. Look for it well, and you will always meet your lover!"

"Thank you, guru..." Fang Jin took the Buddha and looked at the entangled Buddha with dim eyes, "but I don't know where she is?"

The old trumpet stabbed the old face with a solemn and sacred smile, "go back where you start!"

Fang Jin was stunned, and suddenly flashed in his mind a country, a place he had been reluctant to step into - Britain.

"I see... Thank you, guru!" he held the Buddha's hand tightly, bowed to him again, and then turned away from the wooden Zen room.

(PS: roar, it's finally the end. There are several more articles to follow. Let's look forward to it. Happy Buddha, that is, the image of the Ming king and the Ming imperial concubine, is the prototype. There's not much to say about this water. Interested children can google, MEDA!)