The Romance of the West Chamber: The Bells are Ringing

When Zhang Sheng saw Cui Yingying step into the Buddhist temple, he suddenly felt uneasy, as if he was falling into the clouds. His eyes were fixed on her, as if the desire of the whole world had been condensed. Deep in his heart, Yingying has already become an indispensable presence in his life. She is the source of his soul and the destination of his emotions.

He clenched his fists unconsciously to control his emotions. There are thousands of words in my heart, but I dare not speak easily. He felt as if he was in a dream, like walking in a blue sky and white clouds, and Yingying was the beautiful flower-like colorful cloud in his eyes.

Qin Tong was behind Zhang Sheng and noticed something strange about Zhang Sheng. He patted him on the shoulder and reminded him in a low voice: "Mr. Lang, be sure to pay attention to your manners!"

Zhang Sheng smiled bitterly and nodded, trying to calm down.

At this time, Yingying and Mrs. Cui Xiangguo walked to the Buddha statue together. Her steady and dignified demeanor and smart and beautiful appearance complemented each other in Zhang Sheng's eyes, like a peerless fairy.

Mrs. Cui Xiangguo and Yingying stood side by side, gently lit the incense candle and prayed softly. Yingying's eyes sometimes stared at the Buddha statue, and sometimes looked into the distance. She didn't know what she was thinking. She is so beautiful and moving, and every expression is so poetic and picturesque that people can't help but be intoxicated by it.

"Yingying, this is the family tradition of our Cui family. You must act with caution." Mrs. Cui Xiangguo whispered to Yingying, her eyes full of concern.

Yingying nodded and responded softly: "Don't worry, mother, I will be careful about my words and actions."

Zhang Sheng looked at this scene, the image of Yingying surged in his heart, as if there were thousands of emotions intertwined in his heart. He wanted to hold her hand, hold her tightly in his arms, and tell her his love and thoughts, but he didn't dare to act rashly for fear of breaking all these beautiful dreams.

The cigarette smoke curled up in the Buddhist hall, filling the air with a faint scent of sandalwood. All of this seemed to illustrate the profoundness of Buddhism, and Zhang Sheng's heart also found a kind of tranquility and peace at this time.

He stared at Yingying intently, eager to meet his eyes with hers. He kept praying silently in his heart, asking the Buddha to let Yingying feel his sincere emotions and let her know that he only has her in his heart.

Qintong stood quietly behind Zhang Sheng, looking at the matchmaker who was following Cui Yingying. I thought in my heart: "Sister Matchmaker, since our dangerous situation, we have never had the opportunity to get together as close as before. I have always been thinking about you in my heart, but with the current situation, I can only watch from a distance. .”

Qintong's eyes were soft and warm, full of longing and concern for the matchmaker. He recalled the moments when they had been dependent on each other for life and death, and the scene where they had tried their best for each other echoed in his mind.

At this time, Faben saw Zhang Shengwu standing aside blankly, so he walked to Mrs. Cui Xiangguo, clasped his hands and said, "Amitabha! Madam, can you listen to what this poor monk said?"

Mrs. Cui Xiangguo also clasped her hands and said in respect: "Master, it doesn't matter if you say so!"

Faben looked at Mrs. Cui Xiangguo with a solemn expression and lowered his head and said: "Although I am a monk, I also have a relative who is a well-educated scholar. After my parents died, I could not repay them. Now he has asked me to prepare an extra gift for him." I temporarily agreed to pay my respects to my parents, but I’m afraid my wife will scold me.”

When Mrs. Cui Xiangguo heard what Fa Ben said, she smiled slightly and said, "The elder's relatives are my relatives. Since you agreed, please come and meet me." She nodded lightly and signaled Fa Ben to let Mr. Zhang come. .

Zhang Sheng got his wife's call and hurriedly came from the other side of the Buddhist hall. All the monks were paying attention, but his eyes only fell on Cui Yingying. I thought to myself: "Miss Yingying, I can finally see you again. Your beauty is even better than before."

Zhang Sheng bowed slightly and respectfully paid homage to Mrs. Cui Xiangguo. Although he was full of joy in his heart, his expression remained solemn. He thought to himself: "I have to treat her with courtesy and prevent her from discovering that I have special feelings for Miss Yingying."

Mrs. Cui Xiangguo looked at Zhang Sheng and thought to herself: "This Zhang Sheng is quite wealthy and well behaved. It seems that he will grow up in the future." She smiled and said: "The elder's relatives are my relatives. We are our own relatives." We’re just a family, no need to be polite.”

When the monks saw Cui Yingying, they couldn't help but marvel at her beauty and secretly praised her grace. They thought to themselves: "This Cui Yingying is really the most beautiful girl, and she deserves her reputation."

The matchmaker was beside Yingying and saw that Zhang Sheng and the monks were all attracted by Yingying, and she didn't feel funny. I thought: "Humph, these men, even if they are monks, are so lustful!" Unconsciously, I thought, what would happen if Zongdan's brother was here.

While the matchmaker was in confusion, she suddenly discovered that Qintong was supposed to accompany Zhang Sheng, but he was nowhere to be seen. She couldn't help but start looking around, hoping to find that familiar face in the crowd. Finally, in the corner of the Buddhist hall, she saw Qintong standing alone, staring at herself. The matchmaker felt a little surprised, because other men only looked at Cui Yingying, but Qin Tong seemed to only have eyes for the matchmaker.

The matchmaker couldn't help but feel a tremor in her heart. Qin Tong's eyes made her feel warm and at ease. The tacit understanding and understanding between them allowed the matchmaker to find a sense of familiarity in this strange Buddhist temple. Although they cannot communicate, the emotions conveyed in their eyes are enough for each other to understand what is in their hearts.

The matchmaker smiled slightly and nodded gently to Qintong.

The piano boy couldn't help but stretch out his body in the corner, and his face was completely opened. With a handsome look on his face, he grinned at the matchmaker. The matchmaker felt sweet in her heart, she couldn't help but blush, lowered her head and covered her mouth and laughed secretly.

When he raised his head, he found that Qin Tong had disappeared. He was shocked and quickly looked over to Zhang Sheng, only to see that Qin Tong had walked behind Zhang Sheng. Only then did he calm down.

At this time, Zhang Sheng saw Master Faben sitting solemnly on the throne. His eyes seemed to have penetrated the vicissitudes of time, staring at everything in the Buddhist hall through the candlelight.

Zhang Sheng thought: "How many years have passed, this Buddhist temple is still quiet and solemn, and the Buddha statues are still compassionate. However, the world has changed and the situation has changed. I am just one of the passers-by, as small as dust." He thought to himself that he had experienced many experiences in this world. Over the years, he has witnessed the life and death of countless people, and the emotions for the secular world have long faded in his heart. Only Buddhism is the faith he adheres to.

The leader of the monks who were doing the ritual had been watching Fa Cong banging the golden chime, and followed his drum beats to catch the rhythm of chanting sutras.

In the Buddhist hall, the sound of chanting sutras and reciting the Buddha's name echoed, the tunes were gentle, and the hustle and bustle of the world seemed to be purified by this quiet Buddhist hall. The old and the young, the pretty ones from the village, all worship here devoutly. Their prayers and hopes are shining like lights, without turning upside down, which is better than celebrating the Lantern Festival. Zhang Sheng observed the surroundings, looked at these devout believers, and thought to himself: "The compassion of Buddhism attracts all living beings to seek protection. The wishes of all living beings gather here, like lights and flowers gathering into a sea, small but magnificent."

Unconsciously, his heart was moved again, and he felt that the beautiful lady Yingying was really his favorite enemy. However, he was afraid that others would know, so he pretended to be intoxicated by the incense and secretly looked at Yingying while wiping.

At this moment, the Buddhist hall suddenly became dark.