Chun Feng Du Jian

The Bao'an Temple was just a small mountain temple 15 years ago. Over the years, Prince Qing's Mansion has often donated money to repair it. After several expansions, the Bao'an Temple is no longer what it used to be.Wen Heng didn't come very often, so he got off the car and entered the Zen room first to meet Abbot Huitong, and said: "The quiet place of Buddhism, we and other ordinary people rashly visit, there are many disturbances, Master Wanwang, don't offend."

Zen Master Huitong replied: "My Buddha is merciful and has traveled all over the world, so why bother. The old monk has ordered the monks to clean the house of the Buddhist monastery. Please stay at ease for a while."

Wen Heng thanked Chan Master Huitong, and was escorted by the Zhigu monk, and went to the guest courtyard with all the followers.This is a separate courtyard set up by Bao'an Temple, which is specially for foreigners to stay overnight, and it is extremely quiet.There is a very lush jujube tree in the courtyard, the branches and leaves extend to the outside of the wall. After autumn, there are still some dead leaves that have not withered on the branches.

Wen Heng noticed the tree as soon as he entered the courtyard, and stared at it for a long time, Fan Yang saw it and asked: "Your Majesty has been looking at this tree, but is there something wrong?"

Wen Heng withdrew his gaze: "It's nothing. It's just that it's almost winter, and there are so many dates on the tree. It seems a waste not to harvest them."

The Zhike monk who led the way in front replied: "The benefactor does not know something. In winter, the birds have nowhere to look for food, and they often die of freezing and starvation. Therefore, the abbot said that let some fruits be left for the birds to eat, and they may survive the winter." .”

Wen Heng let out an "oh", nodded and said in admiration, "The Great Monk is merciful."

There is no good view in Bao'an Temple, and the guest rooms are also sparsely furnished, except for a few scriptures, there is nothing to entertain.The guards went out to tie the horses, Wen Heng was very bored, so he had to pick up a copy of "Ten Virtuous Karma and Dao Jing" and flipped through a few pages.

It was almost noon, and a monk packed up the fasting meal and brought it to him.The Wang's family had lunch in the courtyard, Wen Heng went to Abbot Huitong's place to listen to scriptures in the afternoon, and returned in the evening.Although His Royal Highness is smart, he doesn't like to think about these boring things. He spent the whole afternoon dozing off in front of the abbot.When he got out, Fan Yang wanted to put on a cloak for him, but he waved his hand away: "No, I'll blow some wind to refresh my mind."

The two walked along the way and saw that although the Baoan Temple was solemnly built, all the monks in it were simple and frugal. They had morning and evening classes every day and worked hard. How many temples and Taoist temples in Beijing have become places for recreation, monks and priests are not doing business, but Baoan Temple still looks like a serious temple, and it has not changed over the years."

Wen Heng said: "Practice the behavior first, and cultivate the mind first. The abbot is a man of understanding, which is very valuable."

After finishing speaking, he turned his head away and said with a smile: "I have been listening to the abbot for two hours, why do I speak in this tone. Don't provoke me, let me take it easy."

Fan Yang suppressed a smile and followed behind him. The two of them walked back to the guest courtyard. Just as they passed through a door, they suddenly heard a soft rustle.Fan Yang was still looking around, but Wen Heng was already walking towards the jujube tree in the courtyard.

Fan Yang's eyes were sharp, and he saw a gray shadow of a cat in the tree branch. He was vigilant in his heart, holding the handle of the knife with one hand, and raised his voice, "Who is sneaking around there? Come out!"

Wen Heng hurriedly said, "Don't shout!"

However, it was too late to stop it. Being so frightened by him, the person on the tree lost his footing, stepped on the ground, and fell down with a loud "ow".

He was carrying a lot of jujubes in his lapel, and they were all falling down like hailstones.The jujube tree was more than one foot high, and Wen Heng was standing under the tree. Seeing someone fall, he stretched out his hand to catch it without thinking, and happened to be hit head-on.Fortunately, that person was a child who hadn't grown up, thin and light, so His Royal Highness didn't do anything good or bad.

Even so, Wen Heng was still knocked back a few steps by the strong force, almost fell, Fan Yang rushed to support him: "Your Majesty!"

"fine……"

Wen Heng hadn't finished speaking, but there was a long "goo" from nowhere, which was exceptionally clear and loud in the silence of the three of them.

Fan Yang looked down at this and then at that, and asked Chi Chi, "My son...are you hungry?"

Wen Heng didn't bother to pay attention to him, squatted down/body, and then carefully let go of the man in his arms: "I'm sorry, I just scared you."

The child looked about ten years old, his cheeks were sunken, his hair was disheveled like grass, and he was wearing tattered clothes with countless holes. As soon as he left Wen Heng's arms, he fell to the ground, trembling uncontrollably, but still struggling He crawled over to pick up dates on the ground, ignoring the dust on them, and tried to put them in his mouth when he caught them.

"Hey, wait," Wen Heng chased after him and held his hand, "Don't eat this."

He could feel the child's body froze suddenly, and murmured a vague "I'm sorry, I'll go right away, don't hit me."

"..."

Wen Heng held his hand, asked him to look at the jujube in his hand, and explained as slowly and clearly as possible: "I won't hit you, don't be afraid. It's dirty with mud, and you'll get sick if you eat it."

The child insisted in a low voice, "Not dirty."

"Fan Yang." Wen Heng said, "Twist a veil over here and wipe it off for him."

Fan Yang replied: "Yes."

Just as he was about to enter the room, the child was stunned for a moment, as if he finally understood what the two of them were talking about, and suddenly burst into tears with a "wow".

Wen Heng had never seen someone cry so aggrieved, kneeling on the ground and wailing, holding his hand tightly and refusing to let go, the tears kept streaming down, soon soaking a large area of ​​his clothes.

He must have suffered a lot, maybe he was cornered, maybe he was flustered and scared, but he didn't cry when he was found stealing dates. Instead, he gave a warm voice of persuasion, and easily defeated his defense line.

"never mind."

Wen Heng shook his head, sighed, and picked him up from the ground: "Let's wash this too."

In Fan Yang's impression, Wen Heng, the young master, is not a nosy person, and his compassion is very limited, at least he has never picked up beggars at home.This little thief somehow got into his eyes, Wen Heng not only moved him into the house with his own hands, but also wanted to find out the origin of this person.

As far as he could see, this kid was just a beggar living on the street. If it was said that he had a miserable life experience, all the beggars on a street in the capital had different stories. stand out.The only redeeming feature is that this child is not bad looking, although he is not very thin, but he is quite handsome upon closer inspection.

What's the use of looking good?Isn't their son good-looking enough?

Fan Yang was confused, when he heard Wen Heng calling him from inside, he suppressed his doubts and pushed the door open.Wen Heng handed over the child wrapped in a blanket, and instructed: "Take him out to wipe it clean, and eat dinner when it's ready, don't wait for me."

The child had just cried bitterly, and there was nothing to eat in the temple, Wen Heng fed him a few vegetarian snacks, and coaxed him to take a bath first, fearing that he would be hungry again, so he urged Fan Yang to take him to eat quickly.After tossing about himself like this, Haojie's nature broke out, he didn't even care about eating, and he had to take a bath to feel comfortable.

Fan Yang searched for a towel to wring out the child's hair. There was a table of vegetarian food in front of him. Although it was hardly rich and delicious, it was much better than shriveled dates.It is reasonable to say that he has been hungry for so long, so he can't avoid wolfing down at this moment, but until Fan Yang finished wiping his hair, he didn't move his chopsticks. Although he secretly swallowed his saliva from time to time, his gaze was always looking in the direction of Wen Heng's bedroom.

Fan Yang couldn't bear to see it, and said: "Shi...Young master said, you eat first, don't wait for him."

The child didn't answer, just shook his head slightly.

After washing his face, the child was like a mud monkey reborn. Although the rough red marks on his face blown by the wind were hard to get rid of for a while, his lips were red and his teeth were white, his eyes were black and bright, and his eyebrows were as delicate as a little girl.Fan Yang observed his words and guessed that Wen Heng might intend to keep this child by his side, so he tentatively asked, "What's your name? Where do you live? Are your parents and family still there?"

The child is like a clam shell that fits perfectly, just shaking his head.

"If he doesn't want to say it, then there's no need to ask." The inner door rang, and Wen Heng came out after changing his clothes. "It doesn't matter, we'll talk about it later. Why don't you eat?"

His eyes fell on the child at the other end of the dining table, and he smiled: "Waiting for me?"

"Fan Yang is sitting too." Wen Heng took his seat, picked up his chopsticks, and said, "Today, everyone should stop being particular and eat."

Although everything is kept simple outside, but the master and servant do not eat at the same table, this rule cannot be messed up.Fan Yang was about to say his refusal, but Wen Heng raised his eyes and gave him a look, he hesitated for a moment, and sat down hesitantly.

The temple is no different than the palace, there are fixed rules every day. Originally, Fan Yang heard that Wen Heng wanted to keep food, so he put his share here for fear of starving the prince. He didn't know that Wen Heng was paying attention. I still wanted the child not to be restrained, and kept him together.

The child is probably very hungry, and the grilled rice is ferocious, as if the table full of tofu and cabbage is a peerless delicacy.Wen Heng had to remind: "Slow down, be careful of choking."

As soon as the words fell, the swift chopsticks immediately froze in the air.

The frightened bird was nothing more than that, Wen Heng knew it would be like this, sighed, and said as gently as possible: "Eat slowly, it's not that you are not allowed to eat. Don't worry."

Fan Yang didn't have much appetite, so he sat on the sidelines and watched the interaction between the two with cold eyes, and had a vague guess in his heart.Wen Heng was very thoughtful, and Fan Yang often felt puzzled when getting along with him, so he always said straightforwardly: "Is the young master planning to take him in?"

Wen Heng didn't answer, but turned to the child and asked, "What do you think?"

In the dim light, the translucent black eyes looked at him for no reason, and the cheeks were still bulging and stuffed with food, like some kind of ignorant and vigilant little animal, which made people wonder how to smooth their fur.

"I don't ask about your background. If you want, you can come to me and be a book boy. At least you can have enough food. You don't have to wander around, starve and suffer from cold. How about it?"

When Wen Heng said this, he was at least [-]% sure in his heart. After all, the child is not stupid, he has been treated well, and he knows what kind of life is better.

But he never thought about it, just such a sentence, I don't know which pain point was touched, and the child's tears were drawn out again.

Huge teardrops kept rolling down his cheeks like broken threads. He cried silently, shaking his head while crying, as if someone had cut a piece of flesh and blood from his body. He was in pain, but had to die I endured it, not daring to cry out the pain.

Fan Yang watched helplessly as the prince's hand holding the chopsticks froze.Wen Heng turned his head to look at him in confusion, and then looked at the crying child, his eyes were calm and flustered, a bit at a loss, like a fool who accidentally knocked over a basin: "Why are you crying? gone?"