Ning Gu

Going around the meditation room, taking a small path, passing by the courtyard of the guest house behind the temple, the mountain stream cooks longevity eyebrows, and the fragrance of tea spreads.Others don't know it, but Lu Qi knows it.

Xie Wuling's favorite thing - Songxi Shoumei.

He usually drinks it. If he has nothing to do on a certain day, he will set up a small stove, hold a teaspoon, and cook a pot to share.

Lu Qi stopped in front of the courtyard, and his eyebrows were stained with joy: "But someone is cooking birthday eyebrows?"

"It's just a passing scribe, arty, the benefactor should follow the leading monk." Seeing Lu Qi looking into the courtyard, Hui Xuan stepped back to block the door, stretched out his hand to close the courtyard door, and urged.

Lu Qi had no choice but to keep up with the crowd and head to the Book Pavilion.

But he was still young, he couldn't bear his curiosity, so he found an opportunity, slipped out, and found the gate of this inn, where the smell of tea was much stronger than before.

He pushed open the courtyard door, stepped into the courtyard, and looked around, the layout was the same as other guest houses, only one person was sitting on the bluestone in the mountain stream, and there was a chessboard in front of this person, he was holding it in his hands, and he hadn't settled it for a long time.As if disturbed by the "squeak" sound of opening the door, the man returned the piece to the chessboard, and then said slowly, "Have you dealt with the matter?"

Lu Qi cupped his hands and wanted to bow to apologize, but upon hearing this voice, his bowed hands paused slightly.But after a while, he forced himself to calm down, bowed again and said, "It was Lu Qi who disturbed Shanren."

"It's okay." The man in front of the chessboard got up, went to the place where the tea was cooked, shared half a cup of tea, and handed it to Lu Qi, "It's getting cold, let's drink it."

Unexpectedly, Lu Qi didn't take the tea he handed over, he just raised his eyebrows, and saw Lu Qi bent his knees and said, "Father."

This action made Xie Ling's eyebrows furrowed, and he was at a loss for a moment.He knew that he had forgotten something, but he didn't know that it contained a son.

Xie Ling drank the herbal tea in the cup, turned around and put the teacup on the table, turned his back to Lu Qi, and said, "Get up first, as for the word father, maybe you misunderstood it."

Hearing his words, Lu Qi got up, and said as before, "Maybe Lu Qi has identified the wrong person. I wonder if Lu Qi can ask Shan Ren for a cup of tea again?"

Hearing this, Xie Ling breathed a sigh of relief, and gave him another half cup of tea. Lu Qi took it, drank it silently, and both sides were speechless.

It was Lu Qi who broke the silence first: "My father also loves this Shoumei, very much, so does Shan Ren?"

"En." Xie Ling's eyes sparkled when he saw the young man mentioning his father, and he thought he was someone he admired very much. If he hadn't admitted his mistake, he would have been talking about himself.

Having said that, Xie Ling became interested in his former self.

Xie Ling lit a small fire, got up and asked the mountain stream for a ladle of water, mixed it with white leaves, and made a new cup of tea for the young man.He didn't know why, but he just wanted to do this, and he did it very skillfully.

Lu Qi watched Xie Ling pick up the tweezers and adjust the spoon, wait for the boiling water to evaporate, then filter the dregs and brush the leaves, and handed half of the spoon to his face, his eyes could not help but wet.

He felt that he was always worse than Uncle Congshan, probably because he couldn't keep his expression on all the time.He wiped his tears with his sleeves, and explained: "It made the mountain people laugh, my father also made tea for me like this when I was young."

"He will definitely treat you very well." Xie Ling mixed half a cup for himself, took a sip, and continued, "Unlike me, I was an orphan when I was young."

"That's right, but in my eyes, my father treats everyone very well, but others talk badly about him. They don't know him."

"You know him?" Xie Ling replied with a smile, but Lu Qi pondered for a while.

"I don't know him. But I know that my father is not what the world says."

Hearing what he said, Xie Ling raised his eyebrows slightly, got up and went to Lu Qi's side to add a lamp for him.

"Then what does he look like?"

Lu Qi looked at the person in front of him, the years seemed to have left no trace on his appearance, he was elegant and handsome.

He raised his glass and made a respectful appearance, and replied in a low voice: "It should be the appearance of Shanren today."

What he said made Xie Ling helplessly laugh, and wanted to say something, but felt that this was inappropriate, so he swallowed the words that came to his mouth.Lu Qi looked at the smiling face of the person in front of him, and he thought that maybe the note "Zhao Xing" could be used as the explanation; it would be nice if there was a little more time in such a situation.

However, it backfired.

When Huixuan came back, he was watching Xie Ling refill his son's tea, and his heart tightened.After being dazed for only a moment, he came back to his senses and ordered: "After dinner tonight, Huixuan will be waiting in front of the temple gate to thank the benefactor."

"Thank you, Master." Xie Ling responded, nodding his head in thanks.

It's windy tonight, the moon hangs in the sky, but it's not too bright.

After dinner, Xie Ling took his coat and called the little boy to hold the lamp to go to the temple gate, but the one waiting in front of the temple gate was not monk Huixuan, but a young monk who always followed him and acted as director for him.

Xie Ling stepped forward, completed the etiquette, and asked: "Little Master, where is Monk Huixuan?"

"Someone left a letter in front of the door just now. Master opened it and saw that it was a five-color note. Master asked me to wait here for you to tell you that he went ahead."

"What can be written on the five-color paper?"

"The gates of the mountain are opened twice, and singing comes at night."

Xie Ling frowned. The five-color notebook was a real person's property. It was supposed to be a note of love. After many years after the old man passed away, it was suddenly sent here. It always makes people feel that there is no deep meaning.

"Does your master have anything else to say?"

"Master said that the moonlight is not good tonight, and the mountains will not be peaceful."

Xie Ling raised his head to look at the sky as he said, and said leisurely: "The moonlight is really bad tonight, follow your master's words. If the two of us don't return tomorrow, you can just invite monks to chant sutras as usual."

Fu turned sideways and confessed to the little boy: "If I haven't returned in three days, you go to the bamboo house and release the pigeon that delivered the letter. When Mr. Qi receives it, he will come to collect a corpse for me."

After talking, they left the two of them, and went down to the mountain gate under the moonlight without even holding the lamp.