Panguan

Da Zhao twitched again and said, Well... in his own room.

Xiao Zhao silently gave himself a mouth.

Lao Mao gave up, endured the second white eye and said, In your house.

Obviously, with the ability of the master and the apprentice, they knew where to hide a bird in the mountains. One was not allowed to speak, and the other asked.

Make it look like the real thing, what a new way to play.

Oh. Chen Dao nodded solemnly and walked towards the house with his feet raised.

When he first returned to the mountain, he still had a suave and modern appearance, with short hair and a shirt. In the process of walking towards the door of the house, the hair changed from short to long, and the dark red burqa and the snow-white underclothes swept across the rocks and grasses, as if the shadows of the blinding eyes were faded under the gradually coming moonlight.

He leaned against the door, raised his hand and knocked a few times.

At that time, Wen Shi was sitting in front of the table, and he took a cup from the bamboo plate with a sullen face, and placed it in front of him, neither too light nor too heavy.

There is a small stove beside him, and water is bubbling on the stove, and the faint scent of tea diffuses along the mist.

When the knock on the door rang, he replied deaf, can't hear in his mind.

But after a moment, he still looked up.

The people outside seemed to be able to sense his movements, and the door opened with a squeak the moment he raised his head. It's just that it's not the dust that came in, but a row of shorties.

...

What the hell?

With the moonlight coming in from outside the door, he finally saw the guest when he smelled it.

It was a rabbit made of seven or eight puppets, round and round like a pile of little snowballs. They are in a posture that normal rabbits can't do, with their paws raised, ice coke on their heads, neat and aggressive... lined up in a column to roll towards Wen Shi... No, come.

The leading one was a little different. There was a note on the Coke it held high, and on it was a very strong line of words: Apologize, smile.

When smelling: ………………

This is what happened to the grandfather of the judge.

Wen Shi sat indifferently for a while, and then the snowballs started crawling towards him by grabbing his robes.

After a few more seconds, he grabbed the collar so that the rabbit wouldn't pull it off. Then he grabbed a can of iced Coke, snapped the tab and took a sip before raising his eyes.

Seeing Chen Buo leaning against the door, with the moonlight behind him, his eyes swept across the table and the red fire, and said to him, I'm here to ask for tea.

***

At that moment, Xia Qiao was standing by the wall of the living room of the Shen family, withdrawing his hand from the end of the famous tree. He wiped his name, but no more ink marks were left on his fingertips.

Because this time, the word Xiaqiao was no longer added by him.

He looked at it for a long time, then walked back to the bedroom.

He sat down at the table by the window in the bedroom, took out a notebook from a drawer, turned to a blank page, grabbed a pen and started writing.

When he was very young, when he saw Shen Qiao sitting at his desk and writing a diary, he couldn't help but ask, Grandpa, did you write this gān?

Shen Qiao said, I want to remember something.

Then just use your brain to remember?

There are too many, and some will always be forgotten.

Did you forget seriously?

It's not serious, Shen Qiao said, but it will be a pity.

why?

Shen Qiao thoughtfully said: Because some stories are actually very important, but the people in the stories may forget them when they wake up. If someone can remember some for them, it would be good.

Xia Qiao couldn't understand when he was a child, so after Shen Qiao's death, those diaries were broken.

Fortunately, he understood now, and continued those stories.

He wrote for a long time, remembering the people he met in Xi'an for a few days, the cages that were untied, the girl named Lan Lan, and the grandmother she had left.

Until the full moon slowly moved from the corner of the pane to the center, the silver-white light covered the entire table, and he could smell a faint scent from the gap in the window.

He was stunned for a long time, raised his head, and saw the white plum tree in the backyard standing quietly in the night, the top of the long, jagged branch, not when a flower bloomed silently.

……grandfather?

His fingers trembled, and he put down the pen and hurried out.

The pen rolled around on the table, and a drop of ink smeared on the page.

Above the ink marks are the last few lines he has just written.

...

In the books I read before, it is said that all dharmas are impermanent, all omissions are suffering, all living beings are suffocating, and there are too few clear people in the world. And the reason why judges exist is to help people remove obstacles.

At that time, I had never been in a cage, nor had I released a cage, and there were very few people I met, so I misunderstood the meaning of this sentence. I thought that was hoping people would be okay.

It was only later that I realized I was wrong.

The judge did not go and care about it, but let those cares be placed somewhere.

Grandpa said that this is a long road with no end in sight. Someone has walked for more than a thousand years, and I don't know how long I will walk.

No matter how long it takes, I'll write it down like a grandpa, and it's proof that those stories happened.

It was Xiaohan the day before yesterday. A girl named Lanlan saw her grandma for the last time. Although she had forgotten what happened in the cage, her grandma knew where she lived and left no regrets. She was smiling when she left. .