gentle fairy tale

In her senior year, Yu Mian was 21 years old.

For the first time, she knew how it felt to measure the world with her feet.

The tutor I contacted before has a research team that focuses on the study of ancient architecture and is recruiting interested natives who will travel all over the world.After all, the two children in the community failed to tutor. Tao Rang found someone to take over her job. Yu Mian felt guilty and only called the two girls every week to encourage them to study.

The courses in the school have long ended, and she is determined to join the research team, so she steps into the deep mountains and old forests to explore ancient buildings around the world together.

The weather in early summer is getting hotter day by day. The whole research team first focused on the Asian region and divided into three groups. One group went to the country of peacocks in South Asia, one group went to the mountain country near Mount Everest, and the last group ...then return to the borders of the country.

When Yu Mian stepped into his hometown again, it had been two years since he left home.

Standing in the airport hall, she saw the two words on the scrolling screen, which burned in her heart for a moment, but then faded away quickly.

The first stop is the Buddhist temple building in the north, and the destination is very close to Yongzhou.

When everyone was recuperating and resting, Yu Mian went back to Yongzhou University to have a look.

It was still such a bright sky, with green leaves, those tall and straight sycamore trees still stood on both sides of the campus avenue, silently staring at the passing time like water.

Afterwards, the entire research team sank down. In addition to the famous Buddhist temples in history, they paid more attention to the dilapidated buildings left in the mountains and villages. They used modern scientific methods to conduct scientific surveying and mapping, while recording the style and characteristics of ancient buildings.

This period of time is busy and fulfilling.

During the day, she followed the team members on field trips, and before resting at night, she read a book under the lamp. "Research on the Mountain Gate of Guanyin Pavilion in Dule Temple in Jixian County", "Three Halls of Great Scholars in Guangji Temple in Baodi County", and "A Brief Survey of Zhengding Ancient Architecture", which talk about the Zhuanlun Zang, the terraces and brackets without floors, and talk about it. There are many exquisite and unique structures that interest her. [note 1]

Yu Mian sometimes sees late at night unknowingly, and is always fascinated by the research done by senior scholars. Even a few times, the lights are not turned off, and the books are not taken away. She just leans against the bedside and falls asleep. It's a new day.

The days are passing faster and faster day by day, and soon the end of the year will come.

The last stop this time is a temple in Datong, which was built in the Liao and Jin Dynasties. The name of the temple is named after the Buddhist teaching that "the flower of compassion will surely bear solemn fruit".The original appearance of the Daxiong Hall is preserved, and there is a huge Buddha statue in the hall. The Buddha looks at the world with compassion, which is shocking. [Note 2]

Yu Mian stood over there taking notes, lowered her head, very attentive.

When she finished writing the notes, her partner walked over with a smile and showed her the photos she had just taken.Under the Buddha statue, the young girl is holding a pen and writing quickly with a focused expression, while the Buddha statue is silent and silent, with a compassionate expression in the silent void.

Yu Mian liked this photo very much, and when she finished her work, she said hello to her companion: "I'll go out for a while, see you later."

Her companion made fun of her from behind.

"Go again, she seems to go to the post office every time she goes to a place."

"It seems that I have to send postcards every time. It's strange. If you want to talk, you can just call or video. What a serious little antique."

"It's very strange... I don't know what kind of concern I have in my heart."

"Yeah, I don't know if it's a family member or a lover."

Yu Mian heard her companion's kind joke, but she didn't look back.She found the nearest post office on the map, but she didn't go in. Instead, she went to a printing shop on the side of the road, printed out the photo, and looked at it under the dim street lights before she felt satisfied.

There was also a small bookstore nearby. She went in to pick out postcards. After choosing for a long time, she saw a box with a very simple background and a very nice name, which immediately hit her heart.

She took two envelopes, a few signature pens, and paid the money together.

There were very few people in the small bookstore. She greeted the boss and sat down in the bookstore. After thinking for a long time, she still didn't know what to write.So just like countless times before, she still didn't write a word, but only filled in the address.

This time, she put the postcard and photo in the envelope, and stood in front of the green postbox for a long time. Finally, she pushed gently along the small gap, and when she heard a thud coming from inside, she walked back satisfied.

The small shops on the side of the road are bustling with activity. It is the time when the New Year is approaching, and every household seems to have begun to welcome the reunion festival.

Yu Mian stood in the cold wind on the street for a long time before she smiled silently, put her hands in the pockets of her thick and warm coat, and walked back under the lights of the city.

Pei Songxi received a letter from Yu Mian for the first time.

It used to be postcards.From all over the world, without a word, often only with addresses and postmarks, it seems that she is not at school, seems to be running around the world, she does not know what she is doing - they have not spoken for a long, long time.

She opened the letter, expecting to see the letter paper, but unexpectedly, a photo and a postcard fell out of it.

The postcard fell on it, with a sentence printed on a plain background: Teach me how not to miss her;

The photo was below, and she opened it to look at it, only seeing a little light in the hazy sky.

She glanced lightly, then raised her head quickly.

Someone had just knocked on her door.

She put the contents of the envelope back intact, and asked Wei Yi, "What's the matter?"

Wei Yi took a step back: "Someone is looking for you."

After a while, the tea restaurant.

Seeing Zhou Qingyuan's angry look, Pei Songxi was a little funny: "You and Shen Sushang have known each other since middle school, and you've been married for so many years. What's the reason for the awkwardness, and you want me to help?"

Zhou Qingyuan remained silent with a sullen face: "Don't mention her, I will get annoyed when I mention her. I just stopped by to see you, so don't be a lobbyist."

Pei Songxi nodded lightly: "Okay. Then I won't persuade or ask. You know, I'm not interested in these things."

When Zhou Qingyuan was told by her, she almost laughed angrily: "If you are not interested, you are not interested. Do you have to speak out? You are so indifferent and direct. You will be pissed off sooner or later if you talk to you!"

Pei Songxi smiled, the smile was very weak, her white jade fingertips tapped lightly on the rim of the bisque teacup, her eyes fell on the curling tea smoke, and fell into the air, she didn't know looking at something.

Zhou Qingyuan suppressed her smile, and asked her seriously: "How are you... recently?"

Pei Songxi understood the euphemistic question she asked, and her voice was a little careless: "It's okay. I haven't finished the medicine prescribed last time. Don't be nervous, I will restrain myself."

Zhou Qingyuan frowned, wanted to say something, but held back.

She doesn't like Pei Songxi's indifferent and casual attitude, she's not serious about herself, but she has to admit that she is the strongest-willed person she has ever met, she sets principles and boundaries with reason and calmness, and never crosses them step.She was always afraid that she would become drug dependent, but in fact she wasn't.Pei Songxi went to the clinic every two months to drink tea with her. As for the medicine... She only asked her to prescribe medicine twice, and each time the dose was very small.

Thinking of this, Zhou Qingyuan felt a little relieved.

She was the same person she knew, intellectually indifferent, never breaking her own principles.It seems that the only time she lost control was that time... At that time, she was still running a fever, her eyes were hot and bright, she said she did something wrong, and she said she would never see that person again.

Pei Songxi drank a cup of tea and filled it up: "Don't be too nervous, Qingyuan."

Zhou Qingyuan smiled helplessly: "I am really a failed psychiatrist. Songxi, you make me feel very frustrated. There is a hole in your heart, and a flower grew. Why don't you pull her out? "

Pei Songxi's smile faded a bit, and she slowly lowered her eyes: "I don't want...and I can't."

Yes.

She can't.

After she said goodbye to Zhou Qingyuan, she returned home, stood in front of the photo wall, and when she took out the photo in the envelope, she whispered to herself again: "I can't do it."

Even because of the flower planted in my heart, sometimes my heart aches when I think about it.

This photo must have been taken not long ago.

In the dark Buddhist temple, a solemn and tall Buddha statue silently looks down at the world, and under the Buddha statue, a young girl is lowering her head and writing, her expression is focused and serious, her delicate and slender neck bends beautifully, calmly beautiful.

The half-dark sky fell on her, and only on her, like a ray of light in a dark night.

It's been four years since the last photo...

Pei Songxi posted the photo.

She went back to her room and put the latest postcard in the desk drawer. She only needed to open it a little to see the newly received postcards in the past two years neatly arranged together.

She quickly closed the drawer.

At night, Pei Songxi turned off the lights and lay on the bed, but it was still difficult to sleep.

Not only was she suffering from insomnia tonight, but even the drugs that helped stabilize her mood seemed to be difficult to calm her down.

As long as she closes her eyes, she seems to be able to see the gradually empty space on the photo wall downstairs, and now there are lonely photos of the girl when she grows up, the one at the airport, and the new one posted today, Too much less.

She felt a little out of control, so she no longer forced herself to lie down, but stood up, turned on the lamp, and stood by the window for a long time before laughing at herself.

In fact, she was not as calm and calm as Zhou Qingyuan said.

Pei Songxi went to the desk and sat down, opened the drawer, took out all the postcards received in the past two years, and read them one by one under the light.After reading it, she picked up the pen and wrote in the place where there was no signature... Just like the countless sleepless nights in the past, she picked up the pen and wanted to write back to her.

A postcard with only two sentences.

Mianmian, you have to take care of yourself.

Mianmian, when are you going home?

She finished writing these two sentences as usual, took a deep breath, and then put them in the drawer on the other side, which was full of papers that had never been sent.

It's a heart barrier she can't break.

After a long time, Pei Songxi breathed a sigh of relief, and the previously turbulent emotions finally subsided again, but she looked at the scattered postcards on the table, but slowly lowered her eyes, and said softly to herself: "Mianmian, is this punishment? "

Obviously, the way of technology can bring the distance between two people closer, but she doesn't, she just doesn't.

For this stubborn child, she sent her postcards and unwritten letters, sometimes two weeks, sometimes a month later.

Every time the postmark address is changing.

She couldn't even write her back.

But... In fact, as long as she thinks, maybe she can know where she is right away.

But she can't.

She can only stop where she is, waiting for her letter.

Then when it was raining and the wind was blowing, she started to miss her uncontrollably, and when the wind stopped and the rain stopped, she would only wish her a safe and happy rest of her life.