Lan Congxiao

Looking up and walking inside, there is a portrait hanging on the side of the bed, it is probably Master Yuanming, it is consistent with his thinking, it is kind-hearted, through the portrait, you can see what Xun Fei is like on weekdays,

"Xun Fei can be regarded as a lay disciple in the monastery." With that black hair, it is estimated that it is not yet time for shaving.

"Lord Qiao has just such a grandson, and he originally planned to arrange a marriage when Xun Fei was eighteen years old." Master Yuan Cheng flipped through his brother's book casually, "I heard that Qiao's family arranged for a family when Xun Fei was young. , but now that the family is ruined and the family is dead, I'm afraid this marriage will end there."

"Why is Mr. Qiao so anxious to make an appointment to find a non-marriage? What's hidden in it?" Qiu Zhu remembered what she was about to ask just now, but Master Yuan Cheng shook his head helplessly. Named Yu Fei, the child almost died when it was born, and was weak in the first three months. Doctors, big and small, tried it all to no avail. Invite evil spirits into the body. The brother accepted the child as a disciple and became a disciple of Buddhism, so as to change his life."

"But how does this surname conflict with fate?"

"Looking for the fate of a boy and a girl, if he is a girl, his life will be smooth and smooth, so there is no need to worry about it. Unfortunately, he is a man. Only by removing his surname can he be liberated, otherwise..."

"Qiuzhu is dull and doesn't understand what the master said." Master Yuan Cheng's last sentence was extremely cryptic, but unfortunately the master did not give him a clear answer in the end, as if to protect Xun Fei "Senior brother will bring Xun Fei to China." In the Qing Temple, the Buddha was given the name 'Xun Fei', and my brother rarely mentioned his life experience to outsiders, and I only learned about him before he died."

"No wonder Xun Fei said that he has a name but no surname, so there is such a meaning." Qiu Zhu originally thought that Xun Fei was just a child from the mountains, but he did not expect that he was the orphan of Master Qiao back then.

"Fortunately, Xunfei is blessed by his grandfather. He is safe and sound, Amitabha." Yuan Cheng thanked him again and again. Seeing Xunfei being so lively in the courtyard, he finally let go of what he had been thinking about for so long.

In the middle of the night, the little monk brought hot water for them. The temple is not like home, and everything has to be done by oneself. Xun Fei took the hot water and brought it to the foot of the bed, squatting aside and looking up at Qiuzhu.

"You have to wash my feet." This was the first time Xun Fei had asked.

"Stretch in." Xun Fei was about to hug Qiu Zhu's feet, but was pricked by the small scar on the palm of his hand, and flinched inadvertently, not being noticed by Qiu Zhu, "Is it comfortable?"

"Why do you suddenly want to serve me on a whim?" The palm of your hand covered the top of Xun Fei's head and rubbed it lightly, and Xun Fei passed away cheerfully, gently wiping such small hands, his heart was itchy, It's indescribable.

Before going to sleep, Xun Fei got into the bed early in the morning, and pressed Qiuzhu tightly against him. Qiuzhu was too hot, but the child didn't let go, and fell asleep in his arms.

This night, Qiu Zhu couldn't sleep, this is the place where Xun Fei has lived for many years, although Xun Fei's memory is vague, but he can still feel the breath of children in every corner.

Any piece of autumn candles can be seen how Xunfei used to play and study in the past. It seems that these things appeared for Xunfei, and I thought that probably the past Xunfei was also very happy.

"Father, mother..." After two hours before falling asleep, I heard Xun Fei next to me start talking in my sleep again, but this time I was very nervous, Qiu Zhu touched his back, covered in cold sweat.

Xun Fei's nightmare persisted for a long time, so he could only get up and fetch a basin of water to wipe off the cold sweat on Xun Fei's forehead and body.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here." Xun Fei's hands were flushed, his brows were furrowed, but it was a pity that Qiu Zhu couldn't enter his dream to find out.

"Grandpa... Grandpa..." Xun Fei suddenly cried, "Don't kill my grandpa..."

Qiu Zhu was really taken aback by Xun Fei's yelling, this was the first time he could perceive Xun Fei's dream so clearly, he must have witnessed the tragic death of his family members, but what happened?

"Xun Fei, don't be afraid..." He just grabbed Xun Fei, but was held tightly by Xun Fei, the child suddenly sat up and cried, "Grandpa..."

"Don't be afraid, not afraid..." Qiu Zhu hugged him tightly, Xun Fei cried with tears all over his face, but his eyes were closed tightly, and he didn't know if he was awake or still trapped in a nightmare. Hugging her tightly, she leaned her head slightly on Qiu Zhu's shoulder.

After a long time, Xun Fei fell into a deep sleep again, and Qiu Zhu put him down peacefully after a while, but he was completely sleepless, and when he learned of Xun Fei's real life experience, he felt mixed emotions in his heart. .

This is Xun Fei's bedroom, which is full of Xun Fei's things. These days, even though people often come to clean it, no one moves it. Perhaps Master Yuan Cheng has ordered that Xun Fei may come back and leave it for him. next place.

With nothing else to do, he opened Xun Fei's wooden cabinet, and there were some small gadgets inside, exquisite wooden boxes one by one, thinking that it was probably prepared by the Qiao family for Xun Fei.

Qiu Zhu sat on the futon and opened them one by one. It looked like the oldest box, but it was the most exquisite. It was made of high-quality wood, and the lines were clear and vivid. "Sun Eryu is not a hundred days old."

No wonder it is so old, it turned out to be a gift from Xun Fei Bai Tian, ​​a friend of the Qiao family.

The wooden box in the cabinet looks ordinary, but everything inside is not ordinary at all, each piece is exquisite.

He opened the box and explored it curiously, but a golden bell caught his attention. It seemed familiar, but not exactly the same.Qiuzhu remembers that she also had such a small golden bell when she was a child. According to the master, it was made by a skilled gold craftsman in the rivers and lakes.

With a light touch of a finger, crisp bells sounded in the room. The bell is very delicate, but such a small bell is engraved with a lifelike painting. If you are not skilled, it is difficult to carve it like this. The candle vaguely saw that there seemed to be small characters on the side of the bell, and approached through the candlestick, the two small characters slowly appeared - Qiu Zhu.

"Autumn candle?" Isn't that his name?Why is there such a bell engraved with his name on Xun Fei's plaything.

Qiu Zhu was surprised, and brushed the engraved painting on the bell with her fingertips, even the pattern on it was so familiar, it seemed that there was such a similar painting on the bell that she owned when she was a child.

So, he began to try his best to recall whether there was any inscription on his bell, but it was a pity that the bell had disappeared for a long time. If there was an inscription, it was probably engraved with the word "Yu Fei".

"Qiu Zhu, this bell is for my younger brother, and your bell is here."

"No, I want this and that for him."

"Old Ge, what's the matter? It's just a different name engraved on the exchange. Maybe it can leave a memory for the two children."

Some memories emerged in bits and pieces, but Qiuzhu only vaguely remembered that somewhere, she was hugged by her master, and beside her was a milk doll, holding a small bell in her hand, sickly.

"Master, how is that younger brother?"

"Sigh... I'm afraid I won't be able to make it through. The child has been sick since birth, and he still doesn't look good after a hundred days. It's really poor old Qiao who has done good deeds all his life, but failed to keep his grandson."