You remember son

It's just that I feel that I have made a profit by being invited to the door this time.

It is said that the Hua family in Qilin Village is the richest in Li country, and it is true.

This Qilin owner is more particular about life than that kid Murong Jiu, and even has two housekeepers.

Leaving aside the rarity and rarity of this game in Zhuangzhong, let’s just talk about daily use——

The owner of the village wears and weaves the most famous cloud brocade of Zhiyunzhuang. The umbrellas are only the most exquisite and the finest craftsmen in Yezhou. The off-white bamboo bone silk umbrellas are used. The fans like to use the white sandalwood bone fans of Mingyue Qingfengzhuang. I don’t drink the tea that is not the first batch of Meicha in Jiangxi. The paper, ink, brush and inkstone are all bought at Wendingxuan, which is loved by the royal family and officials. The charcoal is silver dust charcoal with pine fragrance.

There is also a Wenxia Village under its name that specializes in fruit cultivation, so in winter, you can eat fruits from spring and summer seasons. These fruits are raised in greenhouses, and when the weather gets cold, they will be opened to warm them. , a precious peach can cover half a year's rations for a flat-headed family.

Even the pre-meal soup on weekdays, you have to worry about it - what's more, I heard that the doctor in his village is actually a descendant of the tricky doctor Nan's family!The hens that feed the owner Hua every day are also in accordance with Dr. Nan’s requirements—the Phoenix chickens picked at the farm are all fed with ginseng from old ginseng, and those hens make up like roosters , an egg is more expensive than gold.

Nothing more than tsk tsk tsk in his heart, while enjoying it non-stop, he finished eating a few longan, and took another bite of watermelon.

After taking a look at Zhuangzhu Hua who was still leaning on the bed and flipping through the book unhurriedly, he just finished eating a petal of watermelon, wiped his mouth with satisfaction, and said with a deep smile: "Benefactor Hua, you are reading Is it "Zhao Guoshi Zhi"?"

Hua Jin slightly raised his head to look at the window, the wind outside the window became louder, and the sound of the banana leaves flapping outside was very irritating.

Hua Jin nodded.

"I was watching the joint rebellion between Jiang Linghou and Min Xihou of Zhao State." He closed the book quietly: "Some time ago, I heard that the current general of Zhao State's Shen family died in battle?"

"Yes, Master Hua also cares about Zhao Guo's affairs?"

"It is said that the heart can transcend movement and stillness. It has no generals, no inside and outside, no emotion and no heart, and can calm the mind. It is nothing but Master, how can we calm down?"

Nothing more than a smile: "Let it go."

It was snowing outside, like light goose feathers, blowing into the window with the wind.

Hua Jin's eyes dimmed, he gently stroked the pendant on his waist, and asked: "It is said that the Buddha talks about cause and effect, the cause of the past life, and the fruit of the present life, so will anyone in this world remember the things of the past life?"

He just thought of that kid Murong Jiu, sighed, shook his head helplessly, and said: "It's just a matter of chance, if you have a strong obsession, and you see the token of your previous life, a momentary thought can bring back tens of thousands of thoughts about your past life. "

Hua Jin paused for a moment, keeping his composure.

He just glanced at him, his eyes deepened, and he said calmly: "The past is gone. The soup of Naihe and the water of the river of forgetfulness are designed to give all living beings a chance to start again. Since you have been reborn, why do you have to make things difficult for yourself?"

Hua Jin just frowned at the snowflakes blowing in from the window, with a sad look on his face, still speechless.

Nothing more than taking out a scroll from the package on the table and sending it in front of Hua Jin: "The old man is free to write clumsily, and the broom is self-preserving. I am fortunate to be invited by the flower benefactor to participate in the Ten Thousand Laws Conference this year. I will give you a painting as a thank you. Don't give up."

"Thank you master." Hua Jin accepted the painting.

Spread out the scroll, the painting is a lotus pond in ink and wash, duckweed on the water surface, and the flowers are in full bloom.

Nothing more than sitting down and taking a sip of warm scented tea, and asked with a peaceful smile, "What is the benefactor looking at?"

Hua Jin lowered his eyes and slowly rolled up the painting.

"How many years do you have to be free in your life?" He suddenly asked.

He just sighed in his heart, knowing that the first thing he saw was the little mayfly under the lotus leaf in an inconspicuous corner of the pond.

Wu Fei said: "You were young in the first ten years, and you were old and weak in the last ten years. During this period, there were three disasters and six diseases, and you were dreaming and waking up. You only stayed clear for a moment, and you were at ease with your fingers."

Hua Jin raised his head and looked out of the window. Outside the window in the cold winter, there was a vast expanse of whiteness.

"The feather of the mayfly, the clothes are neat, the worry in the heart, I return to rest..." With his pale lips slightly parted, a breath of white air was exhaled between his teeth, which suddenly dissipated in the cold air.

"The owner of Hua Zhuang has a persistent wish in his heart."

"Master, if a person worshiped and believed in Buddha in his life, but he was forced to do something against him, you say...will he go to hell after death?"

Nothing but said with a smile: "Master Hua, why don't you tell me what you asked in detail, so that the old monk can answer it."

Hua Jin was silent for a while, then asked again: "It's nothing but Master, why is the Dharma name nothing but?"

"There is no beginning and no end, neither existence nor non-existence." Wufei said: "The causes and conditions in the world do not know their origin, but they can decide when they will end. The flower donor may wish to listen to the old monk and release them early, and there will be good results. If you are persistent In the past, I'm afraid..."

Hua Jin didn't speak any more, he looked at the heavy snowfall outside the window, just felt that he...hadn't seen Jinhe for a long time.

After sending them away, the housekeeper, He Zhong, remembered that the windows in the owner's house were not closed, and quickly ordered someone to close the windows.

The servants ran into the house to see that the owner was standing by the window and waiting for the snow.

Snowflakes fluttered in his hand, and his heart trembled, he closed his eyes heavily, and closed the window with a snap.

Let go, if you can't relieve the pain, then what is it that you can't let go?

At this time, Nan Xun was standing in the courtyard, with a red robe and a white velvet cloak over his shoulders. He stood in front of the red plums in the courtyard, and for some reason, he was fascinated by the snow.

With a silk bag in his pocket, He Zhong ran towards the south in small steps, and opened the umbrella for him.

He Zhong looked up at the sky, showed a sad expression, and sighed: "It seems that the snow will fall until tomorrow. I remember, when the owner was young, he liked snow days the most. Every time it snowed, he would stand in the yard, Enjoying the snow for a long time, although the old owner was worried that the owner was weak, but he couldn't stop him. The owner didn't like to cry since he was a child, just like a little adult. If he decided to do something, even the old owner would stop him. I couldn’t stop. Later, for some unknown reason, suddenly one year began, the owner of the village didn’t like snow very much. Every time it snowed, he didn’t go out of the house. He asked someone to close the door and window, and he just covered it by himself. Stove, sit by the closed window and listen to the snow in a daze."

It took only three years to know Nan Xun. Although he is familiar with his daily habits, the reasons for the formation of some habits are not fully understood.

"When did he not like snow?"

"I remember...about when the owner was 13 years old." He Zhong still had lingering fears when he recalled: "I remember a lot of things happened that year. The owner was very sick that year. If it weren't for you When my father, Doctor Nan, came, the owner of the villa almost...but he came back, but his temperament changed drastically, he was taciturn, as if he didn't care about anything."

"What happened that year?"

"This...the old slave has been taking care of his superiors and subordinates for a year. There are too many things, and I can't explain them in detail."

The two were standing in the snow and talking, when they saw Song Ximing coming over in the snow, looking at him from a distance, he walked quickly with an umbrella in his hands, wearing a clear blue cloak, his face was handsome and bright, but there was a look of worry on his face Still, it is nothing more than the illness of exhaustion.

What he worries most these years is Hua Jin, and Hua Jin seems to be more accepting of his concern.

Nan Xun is a calm person, he has saved lives and healed the wounded for too long, sometimes he seems a little ruthless in the face of other people's life and death, but after he met Hua Jin, for the first time, he had the obsession to let one person live with all his life.

But because of this, he also discovered that he was not a magnanimous person. Every time he faced Song Ximing, he felt that this person could make Hua Jin treat him differently and make him a little jealous.

Seeing Song Ximing come over to say hello with a smile, Nan Xun said to He Zhong: "Housekeeper He, go and see how the medicine in the medicine house is doing."

He Zhong left, leaving an umbrella for Nan Xun.

Song Ximing asked Nan Xun: "Brother Nan, how is Ah Jin? It's all my fault, I shouldn't have taken him out yesterday to experience the wind and snow."

"He's much better, but he's weak. We can't let him be so disrespectful in the future." Nan Xun looked at Xue, thinking of that wayward person, his face was full of helplessness.

Song Ximing heard that Hua Jin was happy, his sad face gradually dissipated, he hesitated, and asked Nan Xun: "I have a question, I don't know if I should ask it or not? Brother Nan... I don't know why Ah Jin is a bit repulsive to you recently. , I heard from Chen An earlier that he even spilled your medicine?"

The Song family and the Hua family have been friends for generations, and the two have been with each other since childhood. Song Ximing knows Hua Jin better than anyone else. He knows that Hua Jin is usually lonely and indifferent, but he is by no means an unreasonable and tricky person. On the contrary, Hua Jin prefers to talk principles and principles.

Nan Xun walked in front of the plum tree, stretched out his sleeves, and picked a red plum.

Why reject yourself?Nan Xun sighed helplessly.Who let me force him that night to do what I wanted to do a long time ago? He Zhong said that when he woke up, he even threw away the bed.

"Brother Nan, what are you thinking?" Song Ximing called out to him.

Nan Xun came back to his senses, now looking at the person in front of him, he felt that he no longer envied him so much, after all, he had already grasped what he wanted, as long as he didn't let go, no one could take it away.

The corners of Nan Xun's mouth turned up slightly inadvertently, and suddenly looked a little childish.

"Brother Nan, why are you laughing again?" Song Ximing really didn't know, what happened to Nan Xun's face several times?

Nan Xun didn't answer, just asked him: "Do you know why Ah Jin doesn't like snow?"

Song Ximing shook his head and said, "I don't know about that."

"You and him are friends who grew up together, don't you know?"

Song Ximing smiled and said, "Don't say it's me, even Uncle Hua doesn't know about it. Ah Jin doesn't like to talk too much, he doesn't like to talk about many things, and no one knows."

"Then do you know why he went to the Wanfa Temple despite the snow?"

"Ah Jin said it was the anniversary of the death of an old friend, and prayed for others. But...has there ever been a friend who has passed away? I am also surprised by this. But Ah Jin doesn't have many wishes, and I can't bear to see him disappointed and sad ——You told him not to go out in cold weather, and the whole village didn't dare to let him go, so he asked someone to send the letter to me, and I quietly took him out."

Nan Xun also couldn't understand, who is Hua Jinhui so concerned about?

"If you want to heal him, you have to untie his knot."

"What knot? How to solve it?" Song Ximing asked quickly.

"I heard from the housekeeper that Ah Jin was critically ill when he was 13 years old, and his heart changed. Do you know what happened when he was 13 years old?"

"If you think about it this way, think about it from the time when Ah Juan was ill..." Song Ximing thought for a while: "I remember, that month was his birthday, and he was the same as usual. You all came to congratulate him, but you know him, he is never sad or happy about anything. Everything is the same as usual... By the way! I gave him a small gift, he saw I like it, I looked at it for a while, and then I was talking to myself? Suddenly my face turned pale, and I was unconscious when I spit out a mouthful of blood..."

"What did you give him?"

"It's the blue amber that hangs around his waist every day. I saw that the amber was of high quality, so I bought it from a friend. It's not expensive."