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Chapter 106 The Back of the Lonely Man!

Chapter 115 The Back of the Lonely Man!

"Mama Li, is Su Ping'an gone?" Xia Shiqing asked in the ward.

"No, he's sitting outside." Li Ma said.

"Oh." Xia Shiqing nodded, she picked up the book on the table and continued to read.

"Shiqing, tell me, are you still angry with uncle and haven't forgiven him yet?" Li Ma asked at this time.

Xia Shiqing didn't speak, she didn't know how to explain this to Mama Li.

She herself let it go, but she knew Li Ma would definitely not let it go.

Li Ma has been trying her best to match her and Su Ping'an these days, and she sees it.

So if she told Mama Li that she had given up on Su Ping'an at this time, Mama Li would definitely not be able to accept it.

So she is not going to tell Mama Li about this for the time being.

Seeing that Xia Shiqing didn't speak, Li's mother knew that Xia Shiqing must not have forgiven him.

Immediately snorted coldly: "Hmph, I knew just now that Su Pingan lied to me when he said that you had forgiven him."

"Mama Li, I can judge and solve my own affairs, so don't worry about it." Xia Shiqing looked at Mama Li at this moment, and said lightly.

"What can you judge? What can you fix?"

Li Ma said at this time: "Li Ma, I have seen countless people over the years. Although Su Ping'an is a little glib, he is still reliable and honest. He is sincere to you and has a marriage contract with you. He is definitely suitable for you." .”

At this time, Xia Shiqing stroked the hair that fell by her ears, and she said with a smile: "Mama Li, some people just know people, face but not heart, what you see may be just his surface, in your eyes He didn't know what he did behind your back, fortunately, I saw through the other side of this person very early on."

"You know people, you know your face, but you don't know your heart. Who are you talking about? Is it my uncle? Also, what do you mean by saying that you have already seen through?" Mama Li frowned and asked in puzzlement.

At this time, Mama Li had an extremely ominous premonition in her heart.

She felt that what happened between Su Ping'an and Xia Shiqing last night was definitely not as simple as she imagined.

Xia Shiqing smiled, but did not speak.

At this time, she was holding a copy of "The Mantra of the Unmoved Buddha".

Gently moving her snow-white jade fingers, she flipped to the next page.

She began to look at it seriously.

At this time, the most classic sentence of this book is appearing in the book.

To blame oneself with the heart of responsibility to others, and to forgive others with the heart of forgiveness, is a sage.

Comparing your heart to your heart, using your own heart to save others' heart, is the Buddha's heart.

A beautiful smile appeared on the corner of Xia Shiqing's mouth.

She smiled softly and said: "If you compare your heart to your heart, you will have the Buddha's heart, but how many people in this world can compare your heart to your heart? How many people can ask the Tathagata to become a Buddha's heart?"

"There are no real sages in the world, and there is no real Buddha's heart. Su Ping'an, the Buddha said that one day when Bodhi fell, the flowers bloomed and gave birth to green lotuses. I don't think so. Wan Jian pierced through my heart." Xia Shiqing said calmly.

What kind of heart is the heart pierced by Wan Jian?

The answer is, give up!

Xia Shiqing spoke very calmly and calmly.

Her voice was softer and more serene than ever.

But it was such a peaceful voice that made Su Pingan, who was still sitting on the bench, get up and leave directly.

Others may not understand what Xia Shiqing is talking about.

But he, Su Ping'an, understood very well.

Xia Shiqing said that her heart was dead.

Su Pingan understood.

Xia Shiqing was telling him to stop having fantasies, and stop sitting on the bench outside.

Even if she sat until the bodhi seeds fell and the green lotus bloomed, Xia Shiqing's heart would still be dead.

Su Pingan walked down to the hospital, and he bought a pack of cigarettes in a small supermarket next to the hospital.

Lit, he leaned against the wall and smoked.

In his long and deep eyes, there were vicissitudes and melancholy that had never appeared before.

Three years ago, because of Jiang Ningran, his heart was cut like a knife.

Three years later, because of Xia Shiqing, his heart was cut like a knife again.

These years, he seldom likes girls, but the ones he likes leave for various reasons.

At this moment, he thought of Jiang Ningran's beautiful image on the green field three years ago.

He also remembered the scene when he first met Xia Shiqing more than a month ago.

It's early summer, the sun is just right, and the shadows are equally beautiful.

But, also, leave him.

Now, his relationship with Xia Shiqing.

Just like the cigarette in his hand at this time.

The cigarette has been burned out, only dead ashes, no re-ignition!

He tossed the cigarettes into the trash can ahead and got up to leave.

Many people looked at him, not for any reason, but because his back was too desolate and lonely.

People can see loneliness from his back, and also see the sadness of one person, one world.

Just a back view, people can know.

This man must be a man with a story.

At the intersection of the road, a photographer happened to drive by here.

He hurriedly asked the driver to stop the car, then opened the window, took out the camera and recorded this moment.

The traffic police came over and gave him a big ticket.

But he wasn't sad at all, instead, he danced excitedly as if he had obtained some treasure.

He photographed a lonely man at one end of the city.

Yes, it is very sad, like a long-lived person in the movie who has lived for thousands of years and has seen everything in the world.

It was also like a desolate boy in a martial arts movie who was wiped out by the enemy and walked down the mountain alone.

Like a sad and sad painting.

But not painting.

He was sure.

Because this is real.

A lonely person passed by his eyes, and he recorded it with a video camera.

He photographed many people and many objects.

There are wild geese returning to the south, starlings migrating, carp leaping over the dragon gate, and gnats shaking the big trees beyond their control!

But no matter how he shoots, what angle he uses to shoot.

After shooting, it seems that something is missing.

He doesn't know, he is searching hard.

He felt that as long as he found that feeling, he could truly stand at the pinnacle of the world's photography industry.

For this reason, he traveled all over the world and recorded countless animals, people and things.

Just to find that feeling that has never appeared before.

He photographed Yangchun Baixue, and he also photographed Lower Liba people.

To a true photographer's eye, there is no difference between the two.

He photographed the tall buildings in the metropolis, and the neon lights flashing.

I also photographed planting beans and transplanting seedlings in the countryside, with strange mountains and rivers.

He has been filming for many years and has traveled a lot.

But I still haven't found that feeling, the unique feeling of a photographer.

But just now, he photographed it.

He captured a scene that he had never captured before.

He photographed the back of a lonely man.

That back view is so lonely and desolate.

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