Finale

Chapter 34

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The meditation room where Lu Chunyan lived alone leaned against the outer wall, and a linden tree was next to the narrow wooden window. In the middle of the night, snow fell from the mountains and rustled and smashed the window lattice all night.Lu Chunyan listened to the morning clock and slowly opened his eyes, the sky was hazy and half bright, and the light penetrated half the corner.

He lifted the quilt, put on some clothes and walked to the window, it was still snowing outside.He stared blankly for a long time, until the door was knocked lightly, and someone said outside: "Benefactor, are you awake? It's time for breakfast."

Lu Chunyan came back to his senses, his thoughts were separated from the illusory environment, he squeezed his cold face with his hands, and let out a breath.

During these days, he lived here, and his work and rest followed the rules of the temple.After changing his clothes and washing up, he opened the door and went outside.The monastery is not big. Walking through the long corridor, they turned a corner and arrived at the place where they ate. They were already cooking. Lu Chunyan went to the back and lined up.

The food in the temple is very light, and most of the monks have a calm and steady personality, but there are also younger monks who occasionally come down the mountain to bring some food to satisfy their cravings.

After the snow stopped, a few young monks would go to the yard for morning classes. The winter sun fell on the bluestone slabs, the wooden fish were beating, and the Sanskrit sound in the Zen courtyard.Sitting next to them, Lu Chunyan saw a few young monks knocking on the wooden fish in turn. They opened their eyes and looked around. Seeing Lu Chunyan was there, a young monk lowered his voice and said, "Benefactor, can you knock this wooden fish for us?"

Lu Chunyan was stunned, before he could react, a thin stick was stuffed into his hand.He knocked subconsciously, and saw the young monk walk to the linden tree in the courtyard, and took out a bag from there.Then several young monks huddled together and each took out...milk tea from the bag.

Lu Chunyan knocked on the wooden fish, watching the young monks sipping pearls with straws, and was stunned for a few seconds.

"Do you often buy this kind of milk tea?" Lu Chunyan asked while beating the wooden fish.

"Not often, I only dare to drink when the master is not around." The young monk leaned under the bodhi tree, pointing to the Buddhist monastery not far away, "All the senior brothers are studying there, so we can secretly buy it to drink."

Lu Chunyan thought that the monks in the temple were as calm and peaceful as the host, as if they were lifeless.

"Master? Is your master the host?"

"No, our master has gone to the mountains, and he hasn't come back for more than a month."

The little monk said a few words, and then another one suddenly shouted: "Hide the milk tea quickly, the master is back."

It really said that Cao Cao and Cao Cao were coming, the wooden fish stick in Lu Chunyan's hand was swept away, and just as his hand was empty, he was stuffed with a cup full of milk tea.The little monk hurriedly said: "Almsgiver, please help us take it back to your meditation room, we will come and get it later."

Lu Chunyan nodded. Seeing the little monk's nervous expression, he couldn't help but feel uneasy. It was rare for him to cheer up, and said in a low voice, "I'll go back right away."

He stood up and took a few quick steps. Like catching a thief, he sneaked into the Zen room where he lived, and put a few cups of half-drunk milk tea on the table. His back was sweating and his heart was beating fast. The body gradually turned cold.

Lu Chunyan waited in the meditation room for about three quarters of an hour. Even though he was in a temple deep in the mountains at the moment, there were still many emails waiting for his approval in his mobile phone.Guo Zhaoan asked him when he would come back, and the psychiatrist also called him a few times, but Lu Chunyan didn't really want to call back, and after dealing with a few emails, he put the phone aside.

The window lattice was knocked a few times, he lay on his stomach at his desk, raised his head and saw the little monk standing outside the window.

"Benefactor Lu, I'm here to get milk tea."

"Wait a minute." Lu Chunyan stood up, probably because he had been lying on his stomach for too long, his body swayed a bit, supported the table and finally stood firm, then walked inside, and put the few things hidden in the cabinet All the cups of milk tea were brought out.When he walked to the door, the little monk had a smile on his face. Lu Chunyan said, "I added a paper bag, so that when you take it back, you won't be able to tell it's milk tea."

The little monk thanked him repeatedly, and Lu Chunyan waved his hand, "You're welcome."

The little monk stood still, sighed, and muttered in a low voice: "Master called us over just now, and checked our studies as soon as we came back. I made mistakes in several places, and I was scolded by him."

After Lu Chunyan comforted him a few words, the little monk smiled and said, "Benefactor, you are so kind."

Lu Chunyan's hand on the side of his leg slowly gathered up, and his fingers pinched the palm of his hand with great force.

On the second day, several young monks were still having morning classes under the bodhi tree in the yard. Lu Chunyan came out of the house when he heard the noise outside.He had just walked a few steps when he saw a few young monks sitting upright, and standing in front of them was a man in a blue-gray monk robe, with lowered eyebrows and drooping eyes, his brows were gentle and moist.

Before he could see clearly, a strong wind suddenly blew and dropped the leaves on the treetops. Lu Chunyan narrowed his eyes slightly and stepped on the dead leaves on the ground.The master in the little monk's mouth turned his head and looked at him.

Lu Chunyan was stunned and stared at him blankly. The rumored master was not some old eminent monk, but a young man with clear features.The young master stood up, clasped his hands and nodded slightly at him, looking away.

Lu Chunyan remained motionless as if in a daze.Seeing that he didn't speak, the little monk felt a little anxious, raised his voice and said to Lu Chunyan: "Benefactor, this is our master, Master Xue Ting."

Xue Ting tilted his head, his eyes fell on Lu Chunyan's thin face, and he whispered: "Benefactor, we have morning classes here, and the Buddhist monastery is behind."

"I...I know." Hearing the voice, Lu Chunyan seemed to wake up from a dream.He came back to his senses, his eyes wandered, he pursed his lips, and his voice came out of his dry throat, and he said, "I'm leaving now."

He almost ran away, what he was running away from, and what he was running away from was that familiar looking back.

He still remembered that there was a child standing under the peach tree.The tree was full of peach powder, and the boy who was more beautiful than the flowers stood under the tree, turned his head and smiled at him, and told him that the peach blossoms were blooming.

He thought that in his life, he would never have the chance to see such a beautiful peach blossom again.

Xue Ting looked at his back as he left, thoughtful.

The little monk looked at the master's expression, blinked his eyes, and asked in a low voice: "Master, do you know him?"

Xue Ting looked away, looked at the bodhi tree behind the little monk, and said, "I don't know."

It is true that they do not know each other, they are irrelevant people, Xue Ting thought so.

After the morning class, the young monks took a short rest.Xue Ting came out from the backyard and when he walked back to the Zen room, he was stopped by someone from behind.He looked back and saw someone approaching in two or three steps, standing in front of him with a complicated expression, and asked in a low voice: "Master Xue Ting, I have something I want to ask you."

The linden tree in the courtyard is huge, and near the corridor, there is also a ginkgo planted, the tree head is staring at the golden color, when a gust of wind blows, you can hear the rustling sound of the leaves, and a few yellow leaves fall down and land on the snow court. on the shoulders.His skin is white, his eyebrows are picturesque, even in a blue-gray monk robe, his appearance is still perfect.

He looked at Lu Chunyan as if scrutinizing him. Before Lu Chunyan could ask, he said: "There are tens of millions of creatures in this world. If there are us, there will be others. There are all kinds of strange things. Donor, your obsession is too deep."

Lu Chunyan's whole body trembled, and even his hair seemed to be trembling.He looked at the person in front of him in disbelief, and couldn't help covering his dry throat with his hand. He said, "The demon is dead...can he be resurrected?"

Xue Ting thought for a while and said, "No."

He prayed to God and worshiped Buddha, burning incense even in his dream, hoping to find Qiuyao back.

But the answer they get is the same, death is death, and there is no chance to regret it.

Guo Zhaoan received a call from Lu Chunyan and drove to pick him up.

The car was driving on the mountainside. The ground was the same as it was two years ago, and the road above had to be walked.He waited on the mountainside for a while, Lu Chunyan walked down the mountain slowly, the mountain road was not easy to walk, he might not have had a good rest, and walked slower than others.

Guo Zhaoan got off the car, opened the door for him, watched Lu Chunyan go in, and then closed the door.The car restarted, the engine sounded loudly, a little snow fell from the treetops, the black body turned around, and drove down the mountain.

The inside of the car was too quiet, Guo Zhaoan glanced at Lu Chunyan from the rearview mirror, and saw him knocking his head against the side glass, with his eyes open, looking out of the window expressionlessly.Guo Zhaoan licked his lips and asked softly, "Boss, do you want to listen to some music?"

Lu Chunyan woke up from the silence and looked at him blankly, "What?"

Guo Zhaoan tightened his grip on the steering wheel, and was about to speak when he was interrupted by Lu Chunyan.I saw him curled up, raised his hands to hug his head, his whole body was like dried shrimp thrown into hot oil, his spine was raised, and all the muscles in his body were expressing pain.

"I asked many, many people, and everyone told me that he will not come back."

Guo Zhaoan heard his cry-like voice, so painful, so broken, as if the end of the world had come, as if life had come to an end.

……

"Recently, there is a new piece of land to be developed in Haixin District. There is already a built community near this place. Once people move in in the future, if a shopping mall is built in this place, it must be very popular. Now other real estate developers are rushing to buy it. This piece of land, Boss, do you think we should give it a try too?" Guo Zhaoan said as he walked, looking at Lu Chunyan tentatively.

After returning from the mountain that day, Lu Chunyan seemed to have gradually become normal. He no longer chased people to ask if he saw a monster, nor would he cry for no reason, or try to commit suicide so that he could become a ghost .

When Guo Zhaoan said this, Lu Chunyan gently pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose, and said, "There will be a charity party the day after tomorrow, and the person in charge of this project should also attend. Go and help me arrange it."

Guo Zhaoan said yes, after writing down this, they just walked to the elevator, Guo Zhaoan took a step forward and pressed the elevator.While waiting for the door to open, he lowered his voice and said, "Boss, you have an appointment with Dr. Chen at four o'clock this afternoon."

Lu Chunyan nodded, the elevator door opened, and he walked inside.Guo Zhaoan didn't need to go down with him, he said before the elevator door closed: "I see, I will go there."

The elevator sank, and the feeling of weightlessness reminded him of that child.When I first brought him home, the child was very afraid of taking the elevator, saying that he couldn't bear the feeling and had to throw himself into his arms.

Lu Chunyan sometimes thinks of that child, and when he thinks of it, he feels weightless in his heart.