Twenty, leisurely my heart

After half a month, the snow melted away, and the sky and the earth returned to the old depression. People in the shops and streets are comfortable walking, and things are in the flow of the world, and there is no indifference.

Out of the house, Yuqing walked leisurely on the street in a depressed mood. I unconsciously went to the inn where Shen Fang stayed on that day. He was stared, sighed secretly, and then walked in.

In the small courtyard, the osmanthus leaves withered, the branches were mottled, cold and cold, and it was so desolate in the cold light of winter. Yu Qingcun stood under the branches for a long time. After all, that man's thing is just a dream. But now in the future, they are very comforting each other.

In his memory, Shen Fang's face was clear and clear. He looked at the door in a moment, and it seemed that he would see Shen Fang open with a smile and stand in the wind. He remembered that the long black hair was so bright, how could he be a Taoist monk?

"Yu Gongzi." With a call, come to yourself.

Yu Qingcun turned his head blankly and looked at it, but it was the shopkeeper, with a careful smile and a little uneasily walking in the future.

"Mr. Fang withdrew his house more than ten days ago, and it is no longer inhabited here." The shopkeeper said.

"Oh..." Yu Qingcun said the word "Oh" in a trance.

When the shopkeeper saw him like this, he couldn't help saying, "Don't Mr. Yu know? Now the neighbors are secretly preaching, and the abbot of Guangtai Temple looks very similar to Mr. Fang, and they all say that he is actually one person. It is unimaginable that the famous big violinist in Kyoto became the head monk of the royal temple overnight.

When he saw that Yu Qing was speechless, he continued to say, "The sermon field of Nikko Tai Temple is so spectacular. It is really a royal temple, and the weather is different. Master Jinglian was so young that he actually became the abbot there. It is said that on that day, he twisted his beads with a smile and was solemn, just like the Buddha in the east. I don't know how many good men and women were fascinated..."

Yu Qing's heart was shocked, and his mind was full of Shen Fangchao's posture. In the past, all kinds of infinite feelings turned into a lot of pain for a while. He couldn't help moaning slightly, and his face suddenly turned pale.

Seeing that he looked different, the shopkeeper was shocked and quickly stopped talking. The relationship between Fang Yu and the two is different. Yu Qingcun is a favored person today. He is a flat head of ordinary people, and he can't afford to offend anyone. As the saying goes, disaster comes from the mouth, so he dares not say more.

Yu Qingcun resigned from the shopkeeper and staggered out of the inn. The wind is blowing on the cold streets. The winter is still long, and the coldness is so strong.

This change came one after another. At first, Yu Qingcun was worried and afraid, and his diet was difficult. Later, he was shocked. He was not a strong person, but in the past half month, he was even more haggard, and his expression was a vicissitudes of life.

Although it has long been known, when it comes from the mouth of that store, the feeling is different. But it turned out that it was not a dream, but a real experience in the world.