My school sweetheart

Xiao yuruo's eyes moved along the wall and fell on the next picture. She saw the same woman washing her clothes by the river. She raised her hand and lifted her disordered hair. Her face was filled with a happy smile.

I saw a few lines in the narrator.

When we are together, it's hard to see each other. We are sad and heartbroken at the end of the world. Love is fleeting, hate is long, and lights are dim. We are hesitating. We travel thousands of mountains and rivers, and there are two lines of tears on the way of Acacia. We are drunk with wine, and our hearts are drunk. We dance with light sleeves. We think of autumn water, and we think of Yi people, which is close to the end of the world. We have a dream of reincarnation.

In the last picture, it is obvious that the same woman is standing on the cliff, looking forward to it.

The poem on the painting is moving.

Beauty far away, Acacia bitter, several times, difficult to pay. Meet drunk is the leading edge, wind and rain scattered, floating where. Why amorous, why infatuated. If the flower is sentimental, it has already withered. Love is strong, love is strong, how to know red silk wrong thousand heavy, the road is different. Joys and sorrows, joys and sorrows, walking in the snow and looking for plum blossom, are just beginning to stop, looking back at the end of the day. It is better to forget each other than to help each other.

After reading these, Xiao yuruo's eyes were already in tears. In her mind, she came up with pictures of a crazy woman who spent her short life to love. In the end, she turned out to be a young man with a white head.

Not to mention Xiao yuruo, even Xu Lang was moved. He didn't want to look at this matter with a funny attitude any more. He vaguely felt that master liaochen, the owner of the stone house, must have an unforgettable past.

Dust Dust To end the world of mortals, maybe that's what master liaochen's name "liaochen" means. It occurred to Xu Lang in his mind.

Xiao yuruo, a pear blossom with rain, shrugs and leans on Xu Lang's shoulder. "Husband, why is there such an infatuated woman in the world?"

"Yes, there are so many infatuated women in the world!" Xu Lang couldn't help sighing.

This sentence seems to have another meaning. Xiao yuruo naturally thought of Xu Lang's other feelings. However, he didn't say much.

Just then, as if thousands of meters away, there was a loud voice, "Amitabha, good, good, why do the two little benefactors appear in my stone house?"

Xu Lang and Xiao yuruo turn around in a hurry.

Maybe Xiao yuruo can't tell, but Xu Lang can feel it clearly. When he just spoke, master liaochen was thousands of meters away. Just after turning around, master liaochen had already appeared at the stone house door behind them.

Xu Lang and Xiao yuruo run to master Chen and bow to greet him.

After a few days' absence, master liaochen is obviously getting older. Xu Lang has a bad feeling in his heart.

After all, master liaochen is nearly 200 years old. He has lost the lotus to protect his youth. If he didn't have deep internal power to protect his body, he would have died long ago.

Master liaochen is a wise man. When you look at Xiao yuruo's red and swollen eyes and the paintings on the wall, he immediately understands what is going on.

"Amitabha, I made the two benefactors laugh. This is the place where I occasionally take a rest, not a place for meditation. I have been practicing Buddhism for hundreds of years, but I can't escape a word."

The dust Master said, slowly walked to the portrait, heavy closed his eyes.

Seeing master Chen's picture, Xu Lang and Xiao yuruo have guessed that most of the women in the picture are the lovers of master Chen before he became a monk. The two of them stand still and don't know what to say or do.

After a long time, master liaochen turned around slowly, "by the way, the two benefactors don't know what happened. Your father and your mother have already returned. I don't know if they can meet each other?"

Xu Lang was in a hurry to announce his intention.

Master liaochen said slowly: "benefactor, you have a heart, but you don't have to worry about it. Benefactor's filial piety moves the world. I'm just using the wonderful skill of heaven and earth to complete the benefactor."

Xu Lang and Xiao yuruo give thanks one after another. After nothing else, they bid farewell to master Chen and prepare to go down the mountain.

However, Xiao yuruo refused to leave and said shyly, "master liaochen, I'm curious about something. I hope you can answer my questions."

Xu Lang naturally knew that what Xiao yuruo wanted to know was the story in the portrait. He quickly pulled Xiao yuruo's clothes, "wife, this is master Chen's privacy. Don't ask more."

Master liaochen looks at the fire as if he knows what Xiao yuruo and Xu Lang are thinking. He slowly sits on the futon and signals them to sit on their chairs.

"Well, since the two benefactors have come here, they are predestined with me and the people in the painting.

If you want to pay your heart to yaoqin, who will listen to the broken string. Since you are both predestined friends and willing to be intimate friends, I will tell you the story that has been covered with dust for a long time. " Said master liaochen.

Xu Lang and Xiao yuruo know the story of master Chen.

Master liaochen said that he was once a general. He retired for some reason and was ordered to save his boss's family, his wife and children. However, he only survived his boss's 8-year-old daughter. The difference between them was 20 years old. He lived in seclusion in the mountains, which was commensurate with his father and daughter.However, with the change of time, the father and the daughter fall in love. Due to the secular prejudice, he can't bear to destroy his reputation and finally can't break through the shackles of the secular world.

After ten years together, the girl is 18 years old, and her love for her father is more intense. The adoptive father is to break the evil. Fate, leave without saying goodbye, go to Shaolin, become a monk, the name of the dust, is to break the evil. Fate.

However, ten years of Buddhist practice is hard to get rid of the deep love. Master liaochen returned to the mountains. He thought that ten years had passed, and the 28 year old girl should have already left or married someone else. However, unexpectedly, when she was young, she missed her illness and white hair. Master liaochen was so regretful that she married yangnu and made a vow of three lives.

However, worry became a disease, the girl was born in a year later lin'er, passed away, leaving the dust master endless thoughts and sadness.

The disillusioned master liaochen sent lin'er back to his hometown. He went back to Shaolin and became a Buddhist. After that, he became a Buddhist and learned Buddhism for 100 years.

However, with the development of Buddhism and nature, the infatuation in my heart is growing day by day. When I remember the person I miss, I feel very sad. So I built a stone house behind Shaoshi mountain, full of furnishings, all of which are thoughts.

After meditation, I often come here to think of Yi Ren and cry alone.

However, master liaochen did not tell his real life experience, nor did he tell the life experience of yangnv.

After hearing this story, Xiao yuruo was already in tears.

Master liaochen slowly opened the dresser beside the wall, which contained all the things that the woman had used, even the red swaddling clothes that had been around her for a long time.

Master liaochen's hand touched everything affectionately, like touching the good memories of the past.

"Master liaochen, I have to say something to offend you. You are so heartless. For what common sense, you hurt a spoony woman to death. Then, for your own sake, you ruthlessly abandoned lin'er, who was just born. Do you know that you are destroying two generations by doing so?" Xiao yuruo cried.

Xu Lang has been pulling Xiao yuruo's clothes and telling her to take it easy.

I didn't expect that master Chen would suddenly wake up after hearing this. First he raised his head and laughed like a lunatic. Then he came to Xiao yuruo and said excitedly, "I have been practicing Buddhism for a hundred years, but I can't do as much as the benefactor's advice. Yes, I have ruined two generations. It's really a sin. Thank you for your instruction. Please accept my worship. ”

master liaochen said that he was about to kneel down, but Xu Lang and Xiao yuruo helped him quickly.

As a token of thanks, master liaochen insisted on inviting them to a meal, but Xu Lang politely declined. What's good in the temple.

As she went down the mountain, Xiao yuruo was still in a bad mood.

"Well, men are not good things! Master liaochen didn't dare to accept it. The woman's love didn't concern her reputation. Later, she abandoned her son ruthlessly. It wasn't for her own selfish desire that she hid in the monk's temple for peace. " Xiao yuruo said indignantly.

"Shh, wife, keep your voice down. They are eminent monks." Xu Lang said in a hurry and took her down the mountain.

Walking, Xiao yuruo seems to think of something, can't help but ask: "husband, I saw master Chen holding a piece of old red cloth. His head stroked, what is that?"

"Needless to say, it must be the girl's red belly. I can't touch a woman's chest, so I have to touch her red belly and pocket to talk about her comfort. " Xu Lang said casually.

"Go to hell with you! How can you be so evil Xiao yuruo spat at Xu Lang.

"Hey, wife, you are still angry with master Chen just now. I'll help you disgust him." Xu Lang said with a smile, "I'll tell you, it's not a belly. It's a bag. It's a swaddle."

"Swaddling? What is swaddling Xiao Yu was stunned.

"Oh, no culture. It's terrible. Swaddling is the cloth used to wrap babies when they were born." Xu Lang explained triumphantly.

All of a sudden, Xu Lang's aura flashed and he seemed to be caught by something.

Swaddle. Swaddle Swaddle. Swaddle It seems that it's very important to hear this word somewhere. Xu Lang thinks of it in his heart.