matchmaking

There are vast and lush forests, and there are lonely temples.

A smear of colored glaze protrudes obliquely from one corner of the eaves, and the kissing beast squats along the spine, its posture is majestic.Dougong swallows build nests, and white pigeons stay next to each other for a while, cooing twice, then spread their wings again, and all fly to the courtyard, leaving a few flying feathers and dead leaves to fall.

There are sparrows singing in the forest shoots, and there are springs and springs in the deep mountains.

In the depths of the ancient temple, the sound of Buddhist scriptures singing promises made the hustle and bustle of the world gradually quiet down.

The car was parked at the back mountain yard, and Qiao Jing found the gate of the back mountain temple and walked straight to the Buddhist temple.

One path is deep and secluded, and the other is narrow.

Several clumps of weeds are luxuriant, and a few idle flowers lie scattered.

The old trees in the middle courtyard of the Chanyuan are full of sky, and the remaining shade is like a vast mansion. The dense and drooping luxuriant trees cover the whole courtyard with a cool breeze.

There was already a young man waiting under the tree. He was looking down at the flowers with a Buddhist bead in his hand. When he heard the sound, he raised his head and smiled when he saw the two of them, "Dong Qiao, long time no see."

Qiao Jing nodded her head as a greeting: "Is your master there?"

"In the meditation room," the young man seemed to be quite familiar with Qiao Jing, leading the two of them to the meditation room and said casually, "Master rejected a big client today just to wait for Qiao Dong to come."

Qiao Jing was always indifferent, and she just said thank you when she heard the words.

The young man said with a smile: "You don't have to be so polite to us, Qiao Dong. Master said that you have righteousness in your body and fear ghosts and gods. You are a noble person to us who walk the yin and yang, and you must not neglect it."

Luo Youning followed them with anxiety, but Qiao Jing stopped suddenly when he reached the door: "Go in by yourself."

Luo Youning glanced at him and hesitated to speak.

Qiao Jing looked away and said softly, "Go, I'll wait for you at the door."

Luo Youning was silent for a moment, and finally said nothing more, and went in alone.

The door opened and closed, Qiao Jing watched Luo Youning's back disappear between the cracks in the door, and went straight to the courtyard.As soon as he stood on his front foot, the young man followed him.

Qiao Jing only knew his surname was Mu, and his master always called him Xiao Mu.

"They won't be able to come out for a while." Xiao Mu's eyebrows were long and narrow, his eyes were clear, and when he smiled, the dimples on his cheeks were shallow, and he looked a little boyish for no reason: "It just so happens that the master recently aired a batch of summer heat." Tea, Qiao Dong, why don't you give me a taste?"

The terrain of Yongning Temple is extremely high, and the Buddhist temple is built on the cliff.

Old trees hang down by the cliff, and a bamboo pavilion is set up in the shade, complete with tables and chairs.

Sitting in the pavilion overlooking the cliff, you can see thousands of peaks gathering together, and you can see the sharp and fierce ravines.

The purple sand charcoal stove is filled with clear mountain springs, the water is boiled with a strong fire, and the tea is cooked with a slow fire.

"Master picked this up and dried it himself," Xiao Mu said, "This tea is really good tea, but it's a pity The summer is scorching hot, this tea is produced according to the season, it will inevitably taste astringent, Qiao Dong should not be surprised."

Qiao Jing bowed her fingers on the table to salute: "Spring tea is sweet, and summer tea is bitter, each has its own taste."

Xiao Mu laughed when he heard the words: "Dong Qiao is right, this bitterness also has a bitter taste."

This little Mu is very good at talking, and he can tell all kinds of things at his fingertips, and the gossip is just right, without making people feel noisy at all.

The two talked about fortune-telling somehow.

Xiao Mu asked: "Dr. Qiao, did your family find someone to do the fortune-telling for you?"

Qiao Jing was already acquainted with this young man, and said bluntly: "I don't believe this."

Xiao Mu asked strangely: "You have met it before, why don't you believe it?"

Qiao Jing obviously didn't want to talk too much, she just said: "Meeting it doesn't mean it happened."

"That's right, it would be really strange if you believed it," Xiao Mu said with a smile, "Don't mind Qiao Dong, I secretly read your birthday horoscope from Master, please don't tell him."

Qiao Jing has nothing to do.

Seeing that he didn't take it seriously, Xiao Mu couldn't help but look a bit solemn: "Dong Qiao doesn't know something, you are Tu Mingfeng Chensi, although you have this kind of righteousness, but the source of this righteousness comes from your boy's life."

Childhood?It was the first time Qiao Jing had heard of this statement, and he couldn't help being interested, and raised his eyes slightly to look at him.

Seeing this, Xiao Mu hurriedly continued: "But anyone who has a boy's life will either die young or die young or be lonely and widowed forever. You have escaped the calamity of being young, but you can't escape the lifelong widow. But now someone Give you a marriage."

"Marriage? Can you give it as a gift?"

"Of course," Xiao Mu said with sly eyes, "and the person who gave you marriage is the closest to you."

"It's him?" A thought popped into his mind in a blink of an eye, and then disappeared in a blink of an eye. Qiao Jing said, "He has any marriages to gift, don't I..."

Xiao Mu had done his best, and now he took the rest slowly: "The last time you came to see Master, Master thought it was strange. Your friend should be a person with both fortune and good fortune, how could it be so?" Ended up in such a brutal end."

Qiao Jing raised her cup to drink tea, looking careless.

Xiao Mu looked at Qiao Jing, and slowly lowered his voice: "Later, the master did some calculations and found out that he actually gave his life and marriage to someone else."

The fingers holding the teacup couldn't help tightening, Qiao Jing said: "You said his marriage was given to me, so who is his life given to?"

Xiao Mu asked him back: "Could it be that Dong Qiao still doesn't understand?"

Qiao Jing was silent.

Instead, Xiao Mu let out a long sigh: "Dong Qiao, he gave you all his most precious things, so don't blame him."

Qiao Jing was slightly taken aback: "I've never..."

Xiao Mu asked him, "How dare you say that you have no grievances at all? Didn't you blame him for protecting others from disasters and his tragic death? Didn't you blame him for throwing all those burdens on you?"

Qiao Jing was dumbfounded, but all she remembered was the tall figure that wandered around the door of his house day and night.

The hot tea was too astringent, which made his lips and tongue bitter, and the bitterness rolled down his throat, filled with anger: "It's not just resentment? I even hate him. I even thought about why he died instead of..." When he stopped abruptly, Qiao Jing said in a deep voice, "Then tell me, without us, would he have a smooth life?"

"There's no escape. It's fate, there's never such a thing as what if," Xiao Mu looked at him, his eyes gradually revealing compassion: "Besides, without you, he would no longer be him. Sometimes the meaning of human existence is not in himself , but in the people around him. He will often be what the people around him want him to be.”

Qiao Jing looked at him for a moment, then suddenly asked him: "Did he ask you to say these words?"

Xiao Mu was taken aback, and couldn't help laughing: "How did Qiao Dong know?"

"Only he would say such nonsense to me." Qiao Jing paused slightly, "Where is he now?"

Xiao Mu said: "He has been following you and watching you all the time."

A trace of sarcasm appeared in Qiao Jing's eyes: "But he would rather let a stranger convey these words than tell me himself?"

"He told you, but you can't hear it, and you don't want to hear it." Xiao Mu comforted in a low voice, "Qiao Dong, with all due respect, you are too obsessed, and it may not be a good thing for him."

Qiao Jing snorted.

Xiao Mu thought for a while, with a strange expression on his face, and said in a low voice: "He wants me to tell Qiao Dong, this...all eyes are full of mountains and rivers, so it's better to take pity on the person in front of you."

Qiao Jing lowered her head and pondered for a moment, then smiled helplessly.

His smile was like a spring breeze blowing on his face, and the confrontation just now was like cold ice turning into gurgling water in spring, slowly flowing away.

Xiao Mu knew that he had just overstepped the rules, so he quickly swallowed the words of dissuasion and buried himself in making tea.

The charcoal stove is booming, and the cups of tea are getting colder.

Gradually slanting to the west, the falling shadows are mottled.The wind on the cliff rustled the leaves of the forest.

Qiao Jing was in a daze looking at the distance, and Xiao Mu couldn't help but follow her eyes, and saw a bay of green pools looming between the corners of the strange peaks, the color of emeralds, reflecting the sun's rays.

Xiao Mu said: "It turned out to be the Hujutan Reservoir, which has been abandoned for many years."

"I know, that place..." The teacup was twirling between her fingers, Qiao Jing looked at that place, and her voice sank, "We have been to that place together before."