Forty-eight, hold the hand of the son

For more than two years, I really don't know how to get here. The world is so big that it is really slim to find someone. It's just that he can't give up. In this life, if you haven't met such a bosom friend, it's fine; if you can meet it, how can you easily let it go? What's more, he always believed that Yu Qingcun could not forget him. Just by looking at his eyes that night, you can understand.

And such a parting night is such a desperate and painful. But what a happy and satisfying. But he taught him how to throw away this love.

When he didn't realize it in his ear, when he asked for permission to return to vulgarity that day, Master Chenyuan, the teacher, sighed: "One word of love is the most difficult to understand... I don't blame you for being a teacher... and just have a good life."

On that day, he knelt in front of his teacher and was speechless for a long time.

All sentient beings are born in the world, so why give up the beauty of life? But isn't it a practice to get a central harmony and quiet beauty? Then there is a strict distinction between inside and outside the world? If you become a road in this world, why is there only one way?

He understands this truth, and the master naturally understands it. What a blessing in this life!

The development of things goes step by step towards expectations.

Clear, no matter where you are, I will definitely see you again in this life.

Only this doom is not over yet. When we met again, Yu Qingcun actually sank to this point.

Am I going to miss you in this life?

No! Whether it's the Buddha or the gods, even if all sentient beings are in awe, since they have given me extraordinary wisdom in this life, you can't be the master.

Shen Fang's heart was surging from the side, but in a blink of an eye, he saw that Yu Qingcun woke up and was looking at himself obsessively. His expression seemed to be still in a dream. He smiled and got up, poured a bowl of soup, and took it to the bedside. Seeing that Yu Qingcun was still looking at himself in a trance, he helped him sit up, put on his clothes, and smiled, "Yes, it's me. It's not a dream."

When Yu Qing heard the words, he gradually remembered what happened before going to bed in a daze, and unconsciously lowered his head and smiled.

After taking the soup and listening to Shen Fang's old things one by one, Yu Qingcun was stunned for a long time. But he asked in a low voice, "Is it worth treating Zifei like this?" He didn't dare to look up at Shen Fang.

Shen Fang heard the words and smiled, but did not answer. Just help him dress up, help him step to the window, slightly raise the window, and point to the thicker snow outside the window for him to see.

Yu Qing was at a loss and didn't know why. He looked at Shen Fang doubtfully and sighed softly, "...it's actually such a heavy snow..."

Shen Fangai put down the window, helped Yu Qingcun to the fireside, tightened his clothes, stopped, looked closely at his eyes, and said solemnly, "The happiness of that day was interrupted by a snow, and today it continues from this snow. Qing Cun, but after that, he must promise Zifei that he can no longer be hurt alone. It should be noted that if you are happy, Zifei will also be happy. From then on, you and I will advance and retreat together and live and die together, but we are old and still hold hands and smile.

These words were loud. After listening to Yu Qingcun, two lines of tears came out of his eyes. He sighed in his heart and nodded with tears full of joy.

When Shen Fang saw him like this, he was very distressed. He raised his hand to wipe away the tears on Yu Qingcun's face, but looked at the tears on his hand and said sadly, "It seems that Zifei's happiness is not Qing Cun's happiness! But how can you cry..."

In a word, Yu Qingcun couldn't help laughing.

Shen Fang stared at such a jade clear existence, and his heart was full of infinite tenderness. He wiped the tears off Yu Qingcun's face with a smile, gently hugged him to his knees and hugged him tightly. He felt that he had lost too much and was thin and pitiful, so he leaned over Yu Qingcun's ear, kissed his earlobe, and said ambiguously, "Uh - get better quickly..."

Yu Qingcun had a fever on his face, and he only buried his head tightly between Shen Fang's shoulder and neck, and he was speechless for a while.

The two of them sat in front of the stove for a long time and only felt: When winter comes, spring will be far away?!

But it's infinitely beautiful, all in my heart.

The north wind roared between heaven and earth, and finally separated from such a warm hut.