Yin Yang paper

The place Qu Wuyi said he was going to was Daming Temple.

There is a lot of incense in front of the temple, and most of them are old people who come here to worship Buddha, and some tourists who come from afar come here with their cameras. After reading the last two scriptures, I express my feelings, and when I leave this door, I will become a layman again.

"Why do you want to come here?" Qu Shuo couldn't help being curious, where did Qu He get the idea of ​​worshiping Buddha.

Qu Wuyi looked at the censer, and said sadly, "I heard that they met here."

"Who?"

"Let's go, let's go to worship too." Qu Wuyi took Qu Shuo's arm and squeezed towards the incense booth. He took three incense sticks and knelt devoutly in front of the Buddha statue in the main hall.

Burn incense into the furnace and put your hands together.

After opening his eyes again, Qu He returned to his body by himself.

Qu Shuo looked at Qu He who was still kneeling there and patted him on the shoulder: "What's wrong? Get up."

Only then did Qu He regain his senses and wriggle up, but he didn't dare to look up at Qu Shuo.

Qu Wuyi sighed in his mind: "After entering the Buddhist hall, I can't even touch the Buddha's body."

He was bounced back alive, he was originally a half-soul, this blow almost knocked him apart.

Qu He was a little worried: "Are you okay? Knowing that this is a Buddhist hall, you still want to come? Can't you find death?"

Qu Wuyi didn't speak, and said after a long while: "Hey, since you're here, let's go around, there seems to be a thousand-year-old tree behind the temple, I haven't seen it yet."

Qu He thought, forget it, let's treat it as sightseeing, and followed Qu Wuyi's words and went to the back of the temple.

There are few tourists here, the sound of people is quiet, the courtyard is more secluded, an ancient pine tree stretches its branches and grows obliquely, and the huge tree crown covers the corridor below.

"What's so strange about this tree?" Qu He was puzzled, but Qu Wuyi's voice did not appear again for a long time.

Over there, there was a temple monk walking by carrying water. Seeing the rare tourists coming here, he stepped forward and gave a salute and introduced: "This ancient tree is more than 1000 years old. It was not in the scope of Daming Temple originally, but it was rebuilt later. After expanding a bit, the tree was also brought into the backyard, it was always called Yuelaoshu before, it was a name given by some lovers, after a long time, the tree became unbearable and became more and more biased."

"Yuelaoshu? Do you have any explanation?" Qu He asked.

The monk just said: "Originally, red silk was hung on this tree for the sake of celebration. Somehow, rumors of marriage can be spread. Later, people who came here all hung things on it, concentric locks, wood Signs, bells, in recent years, in order to protect this ancient tree, it was ordered not to hang other things, and it was a waste of effort to clean up everything on the tree."

Qu He nodded and hurriedly thanked him, and imitated the way to return the salute, and then raised his head to look at the lush tree crown.

"What?" Qu Shuo felt that Qu He was a little absent-minded.

"Ah? Ah, it's okay, I just think it's interesting, hehe..." Qu He is a head shorter than Qu Shuo, and when he speaks, he will unconsciously raise his head, and his gaze falls on Qu Shuo's slightly parted lips. Yi did things, but he used Qu He's body, and he could feel the soft and dry touch. Qu He's brain immediately became hot, and the roots of his ears began to feel hot for no reason. He quickly lowered his head to avoid Qu He. flickering sight.

"Well, bro, we're done watching, let's go back." Qu He left this sentence and turned around and walked towards the temple gate.

Qu Shuo followed in a leisurely manner, while Qu He stretched his neck to look around blindly in front, and he only looked at Qu He from behind.From the back of his head to the neck that keeps turning, and to the shoulders that are neither wide nor narrow, Qu He is wearing a black T-shirt, and his arms are lined with whiter. Maybe this person has been staying at home all the time. When I went out for a walk, my complexion became so fair after not much exposure to the sun.Further down, there are light-colored jeans that run down to the bottom, wrapping Qu He's legs, making them look taller and slender. In fact, this word should describe girls, but Qu Shuo only thinks this word is more appropriate.

Qu He is full of youthful spirit, inexperienced and carefree, just like the little prince in the story, who is only responsible for laughing.

On the other hand, Qu Shuo himself said that he was only three years older than Qu He, but he answered that word, young and mature.

Ahead, Qu He had already hopped down the steps. Seeing that Qu Shuo hadn't caught up, he kept waving and shouting at him, "Brother? Hurry up!"

There is a distance of ten meters between the two people, and the height of the straight line is about three meters. It is April [-], the traditional solar term, the rainy day, and the weather is sunny and hot. An old couple just passed by in front of the temple. There is a incense seller on the left At the stall, the stall owner leaned on a folding chair with a cattail fan on his back and listened to cross talk. On the right hand side, there was a monk in cassock sweeping the rubbish on the ground.

Qu He turned sideways and turned his head to look up at Qu Shuo, stretched out a hand to block the slanting sunlight in front of him, his eyes were half-bent, he didn't know whether he was laughing or complaining, as clean as the first gust of wind from a mountain stream, he rushed towards Qu Shuo head-on. The flickering chest.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!!!" Bi Temple's bell sounded from Qiling Pagoda, Qu Shuo held his chest and felt the same vibration inside, and laughed bitterly.

It was still too late, but within a second, he had already been smashed to pieces.

The two returned to Jiang's house with their own thoughts, without saying a few words along the way.

Qu He had no appetite, so he went back to the guest room and lay down after saying hello, but he couldn't fall asleep after lying down, and tossed and turned on the bed for a while, then got up sullenly.

"Qu Wuyi? What are you doing, Qu Wuyi?"

Qu Wuyi replied simply: "Huh?"

Qu He asked irritably, "Why don't you talk anymore? Isn't it pretty good at talking?"

Qu Wuyi said lightly: "Didn't you tell me to shut up? You don't want to?"

Qu He rubbed his hair and got out of bed and opened the window, the fresh air came in and made him feel much more comfortable.

"Hey, are you dissatisfied with your mother's death?" Qu He asked suddenly.

Qu Wuyi didn't speak, and Qu He didn't ask any more after waiting for a while, but just let out a "chi" and walked out the door after thinking about it.

He walked down the small bridge over the stream and crossed half of the corridor. When he passed the small west building, he looked up, and then walked to another house.

During the day, he learned that this was his mother's former room.

Qu He stretched out his hand and opened the door, but he didn't think that someone was already inside.

Beside the desk in front of the window, Jiang Zhengan was writing something with a pen.

The grandfather and grandson were both taken aback, but it was Jiang Zhengan who stopped Qu He: "Come in and have a look."

Qu He shrank back, walked over and stood by the desk, but didn't dare to get any closer.

Jiang Zhengan took the brush and put down the last point, blew it and picked up the rice paper to show Qu He: "How is the writing?"

The three words above are well-behaved, Jiang Lianxin.

Qu He nodded and said, "Okay."

"Where is it?"

Qu He couldn't tell, but thought it was well written and beautiful.

Jiang Zhengan just smiled: "Little cunning."

Qu He grinned, raised his eyes to look at Jiang Zhengan, and quickly looked away.

Jiang Zhengan picked up the characters and laid them flat on the table, coughed and said, "When your mother started learning how to write, she quarreled with me to teach her to write her name, and she didn't want to write it after a few times. She said that her name was not good, it was difficult to write, and it was ugly when she wrote it, and asked me to change her name, and I laughed at her for being a little fool, and then taught her to write stroke by stroke."

Jiang Zheng'an pointed to the location of Xiaoxilou and said, "She wrote them all. I first learned to write my name, and then I have to sign my name on everything I write. I'm so clever."

Qu He said, "That's because you taught me well, Grandpa."

"Cut, sycophant!" Jiang Zhengan glanced at Qu He, but couldn't help but smile: "It was just those few years, and later she wouldn't show me anything she wrote, and she wouldn't show it, so she just hid it for herself. .”

Qu He heard Jiang Zhengan's long sigh clearly.

"Mom, what does she look like?" Qu He couldn't help asking.

Jiang Zheng'an's expression turned warm, and he stood up while holding the table to get something from the bookshelf at the back. Qu He wanted to reach out to help, but was rejected: "It's not like I can't move!"

Qu He had no choice but to behave and wait.

What Jiang Zhengan took out was a photo album.

Opening from the beginning, it is Jiang Lianxin growing up, and occasionally Jiang Yunlin will appear, but all the protagonists are Jiang Lianxin, some laughing, crying, and angry.Every shot, every moment, is saved in this small photo album.

Jiang Zheng'an told Qu He an anecdote about the shooting of one of the photos, but he fell silent after talking.

"Grandpa?" Qu He called him softly.

Jiang Zhengan held that photo and rubbed it for a long time. He didn't know who he was talking to, "If I hadn't quarreled with this girl at that time, and I had followed her wish, I wouldn't be able to see her again."

Jiang Zhengan didn't like Qu Xiaofeng, very much.

"That kid is gloomy, but what's the use of being good-looking? But my girl is obsessed and wants to follow him, and she won't listen to him. I was also very angry at my age, so I beat her, just like that." Slap, this girl will run away, and once she runs away, she won't come back."

Qu He felt uncomfortable hearing this, but he couldn't help but want to argue for his father: "Actually... I, my father..."

"Actually, what is it!" Jiang Zhengan said angrily, "Qu Xiaofeng is not a good guy! I found out later that he also raised a woman at home, so he put my girl in his eyes? I really don't know What is the girl trying to do to him?"

"Huh? Ah???" Qu He was stunned.

"You can't know about this. Yunlin later said that the woman died in an accident. Look, Qu Xiaofeng is unreliable. It's a pity that I'm a good girl..."

Qu He only thought that there was something wrong with his ears, and Jiang Zhengan's words were true. . .What means?