Glory of Rebirth 1989

Playing chess, even last year's Spring Festival Gala was ignored because the heavy snow crushed the signal equipment of the military depot, and the Baizis didn't tell him about Zheng Shaorong's identity.He wanted to come to a group of veterans to quit their work and escort a capitalist son to run to the poor mountains and rivers to have nothing to do. Isn't he too idle?

"I..." Bai Zi's self-esteem as a veteran made him unable to bear Master Song's contempt, and he wished he could jump down and carry Lao Song alone for a ten-kilometer cross-country journey, but Zheng Shaorong's physical condition did not allow him to let his own temper Come on, hold the car door handle and clenched into fists, look at Master Song and Zheng Shaorong for a while, the teeth are about to wear out, the rest of the people only follow Bai Zi's lead, if Bai Zi doesn't move, they don't move either.

"Master Song is also thinking about our safety, Baizi, let's go." Zheng Shaorong interrupted Baizi to open the car door and grab the luggage first. No matter what, Lao Song is the old driver of the southern line that Ye Er asked someone to transfer. What about the route and the environment? He is more familiar with other people than he is. It's not that he can't understand Bai Zi's concerns, but he's not as fragile as he imagined. It's not uncommon for him to stay up all night when going to the theater, soak in sea water, and be drenched under a high-pressure water gun for hours. Why are you afraid of bumping into each other like a deep boudoir.

"I'll carry it, be careful not to get caught in the rain..." Zheng Shaorong got out of the car, how could Bai Zi stay in the car, rushed to the rear of the car, pulled out a raincoat and put it on him, and greeted him with three or four pieces of luggage The brothers all got out of the car and carried their bags.However, the carrying capacity of a person is not as good as that of a vehicle. Zheng Shaorong did not make any exceptions despite his persistence. He still carried about [-] kilograms on his body. There were a lot of his films and lenses in it. In the light and shadow of Tibet In heaven, you can hone how to discover beauty and how to express beauty.

The rain was pouring down, and the raincoats were useless. The water droplets could always get into the cracks. After three hours, they arrived in Mangkang County. Except for the backpacks that were completely wrapped in plastic sheets, no part of the group was dry. , clothes mixed with muddy water sticking to people's bodies, and the strong wind that hits at the same time as the rain, the weather of more than ten degrees makes people feel bone-chillingly cold.

Zheng Shaorong's consciousness had already started to trance in the middle of the journey, his mind was buzzing, his blood seemed to be boiling and warming people, and then from boiling to cooling, the last part of the journey was almost unconscious with livid lips He only relied on perseverance to follow behind Lao Song.Bai Zi was anxious and had no choice but to arrive at the destination as soon as possible, rather than continue to be drenched in the cold wind and rain.

On the edge of Mangkang County, there are people, horses, and cars.Tibetan-style dwellings were scattered in a free manner among the gray and rigid low-rise buildings. After inquiring, Bai Zi, who was supporting Zheng Shaorong, who was almost collapsed, believed in the medical skills of the Living Buddha more than the township health center.Although Lao Song didn't like Zheng Shaorong, he didn't want to kill anyone. He traveled the Sichuan-Tibet line for many years, and he always knew a few acquaintances. He borrowed a carriage from a nearby herdsman and took Zheng Shaorong to Tashi Temple.

The crowds gradually receded, and the Tashi Monastery with white walls and golden tiles stood alone on the entire pasture. When Baizi knocked on the door, the monastery was holding a ten-day Tibetan puja. The young lama who received him could not speak Chinese. Talked to the duck for a lot of words but didn't understand what it meant, sweating and hurried back to the room to pull a slightly older lama to settle them first.

In a daze, Zheng Shaorong didn't know how many people shuttled around him, stuffed some pills and soup into his mouth, it seemed like a long time passed, the headache gradually became less severe, and the heat on his body also faded a little.

"Are you awake? Then open your eyes." As if someone was rubbing the top of his head, Zheng Shaorong opened his heavy eyelids in a voice, and a 60-year-old bald old man in a red robe with a rough face put one hand on him, Is it an illusion?There is a warm breath pouring into the body from the top of the head, and the physical strength seems to be slowly increasing.

"I..." With tens of thousands of fans, his voice was shaky. Although his mind was clearer, he was still uncomfortably groggy. Zheng Shaorong propped his arms and slowly half-sit up to wipe off the sticky sweat from his forehead. "Are you a Living Buddha?"

"In Tibetan areas, they are generally called Rinpoche, but only Han people are called Living Buddha." The living Buddha sat on the other side of the couch where Zheng Shaorong was lying, and he did not imagine the illusory supernatural energy. He was just an ordinary and kind old man. What? Where did the beads in your hand come from?"

"I bought it with my friends at an antique stall in the imperial capital. The stall owner once said that it flowed from the palace, and Yongzheng also brought it in the former Qing Dynasty..." Speaking of the other one, Zheng Shaorong thought of Lin Yao who was far away in the Soviet Union. I contacted him unconditionally along the way, and I didn't know what the rush would look like.

"The bright pearl is dusty, if the master knows..." The living Buddha frowned when he heard the word "stove", stood up and lowered his head to stamp, "I will come to see you tomorrow."

Not long after the Living Buddha closed the painted and carved wooden door, Bai Zichuan came in and sat in front of the couch and kept aiming at Zheng Shaorong's wrist, "It's really... a miracle..."

Regardless of the living Buddha or Baizi, their focus is on the bead that has never had any abnormal images in ordinary times. It is hard not to be aroused by Zheng Shaorong's curiosity. He pinches the Buddha bead with two fingers and swings it in front of his eyes, hooking Baizi's eyeballs with it. Turn "You all care so much about this string of beads."

"Well, it's a long story..." Bai Zi carefully took the beads that Zheng Shaorong handed over, and kept rubbing them in his palm, "Send off Mr. Zheng when you came, the temple was holding a Dharma meeting, and on the way into the house, there were heavenly falls all over the place." There are several baskets full of relics, and Rinpoche Danba had to interrupt the puja. He was there to change your wet clothes for you, and he saw the beads."

"So what? The heavenly relic...?" Bai Zi replied illogically. It's not that he has never heard of the relic, but he has never heard of the heavenly relic. Zheng Shaorong took back the beads and looked at it a few more times. His doubts did not diminish but on the contrary More.

"There are many kinds of relics in Tibetan Buddhism, one is the evolution of eminent monks, the other is the blessing of righteous dharma, and the other... comes from the derivation of eminent monks' Dafa or dharma utensils, which are called heaven-falling relics, and your hands The last string... According to Danba Living Buddha, it is the Buddha relic beads that Galdan took away from Tibet 300 years ago and disappeared in the war. One of them comes from the real body of Sakyamuni, and the rest are imitations. Hetian white jade made of its color and shape." Bai Zi pointed to the surroundings to let Zheng Shaorong see the gorgeous paintings in the room, "It is also thanks to it that I can get the honor of the Living Buddha giving up my room."

"Brother Bai! We should go!"

"Hey!~"

Lao Song's shout came through the door accompanied by the horse neighing, Bai Zi hurriedly responded, got up and left, "Lao Song and I will go to the military station twenty miles away to contact Chengdu to get a car. I will take the film in your bag." Find a master to wash it, and it is easy to get sick on the high mountain, Mr. Zheng, you should rest for a while, and it doesn’t matter if you wait for the rainy season to pass in a week before starting your journey.”

"Do you want to go home?" Watching Baizi go out, the neighing of the horse outside the door faded away, Zheng Shaorong lowered his head and asked the beaded words, and finally knew where the call from the bottom of his heart came from. Since he can control other people's thoughts, he must be spiritual Bar.

1 minute, 2 minutes... There was no answer or miracle. The calling in my heart stopped ringing since I saw Danba Living Buddha, as if it had never existed, and the Buddha relic was just a string of ordinary beads, and my body was only a little better After a while, Zheng Shaorong cheered up and held on for a while, but couldn't bear the drowsiness, so he clutched the beads tightly and fell asleep.

In the early morning of the second day, Zheng Shaorong vaguely heard a group of people chanting incomprehensible words in the yard. He opened his eyes and draped his clothes to get up, except that he staggered a little when he fell to the ground after sleeping for too long. The tendency of his body to deteriorate was curbed, at least My mind is clear and functioning well, and I no longer feel drowsy and dull pain like before.

It was sunny after the rain, and the air was fresh. Danba Living Buddha sat on the stage facing all the lamas. He happened to be at the same level with Zheng Shaorong who came out of the door.Even though Zheng Shaorong had thousands of questions, it was inconvenient to disturb him at this moment, so he went downstairs and sat on a smooth boulder at the edge of the crowd to wait for the conclusion.After finishing the morning class, Danba Living Buddha walked towards Zheng Shaorong, some monks dispersed to practice, and some monks who witnessed yesterday's statue hung around the edge to watch.

"It's all right?" Living Buddha Danba looked at Zheng Shaorong's face, and led Zheng Shaorong to walk around the temple at will. Great reputation, great wealth, why take a long way and not take a plane to Tibet and add more hardships."

"It's much better, thank you Danba Rinpoche for his wonderful hands." Zheng Shaorong didn't know how to salute in Tibetan Buddhism, and he was afraid of violating religious taboos, so he had to bow slightly to thank Danba Rinpoche for his help.

"As for the reason for not taking the plane..." Zheng Shaorong stretched out his hand and moved the Jinglun beside him, eager to ask where the call came from in his heart "One day I got up with the idea of ​​coming to Tibet to see, and there was a call from nowhere. I’m going forward, if I go directly to Lhasa by plane, I’m afraid I’ll miss it.”

"The relics disappeared 300 years ago, but they were looted by the Qing army..." The Living Buddha took Zheng Shaorong around the corridor and returned to the room where he recuperated last night. You have been involved too much, maybe the Buddha knew that the orthodox way of the secular world is declining, and the evil way is fierce, so he directed you to bring his real magic weapon back to suppress the evil spirits."

"I was supposed to take you to Lhasa to meet the master immediately, but your body still can't bear the long-distance travel." Living Buddha Danba took a pen and paper, quickly wrote a few lines and put them in a cowhide envelope, and then stamped "Usually Every ten days, the postman came to collect the letters, so I had to send the news to Lhasa to inform the reappearance of Rinpoche's real relic...Agong!"

"Master." A young lama came in from outside the door, clasped his palms together and made a big salute to Danba Rinpoche, standing aside silently waiting for instructions.

"When the messenger arrives in the afternoon, give this letter to him and send it to Lhasa urgently. Remember to keep it safe." The living Buddha handed over the envelope and watched Agong put the letter in the red hemp bag beside him and fasten it carefully. Looking sideways at Zheng Shaorong, "When Lhasa replies, I will go back with you."

"Agong... When will the postman come in the afternoon? I wonder if the letter can be transferred from Lhasa to the Soviet Union?" Zheng Shaorong called to stop the little lama who was bending over to leave the door, and licked his dry thin lips facing Danba Living Buddha, borrowing I was in a rush to get down to business and shipped a half-hearted letter, and I was a little embarrassed, "My friend... has another one that is exactly the same. I share one with my friend. It's just that he has been running around in the Soviet Union recently. It will be lost someday, so it might as well be sent to the Soviet Union urgently... tell him to keep it safe."

"The other one is in your hand too?" The living Buddha has practiced for many years and still can't maintain his composure. Zheng Shaorong only has this string on his body. He thought that one string was enough, and the other one was really lost. He never thought that..." Don’t go into too much detail in the letter to avoid unnecessary details. There will be an executive meeting in June next year. At that time, believers and Rinpoches from all over the world will gather together. If your friend is free, I hope he can come before June next year. There must be great blessings and great merit.”

Zheng Shaorong promised to go back and convey this to Lin Yao, and he packed all the photos into different categories from the lama who was in charge of developing the photos. When he was writing the last letter, there was a horse hissing outside the door, and a Tibetan boy was carrying green The cloth bag ran into the yard, and the young man, who was a little later than the scheduled time and appeared to be in a hurry, had to deliver the letter back before the convoy departed before dark, forcing Zheng Shaorong to hand it over to Lhasa in a hurry.

63. Reverse the wheel of life

It is not sad to wait for the rainy season to pass. Zheng Shaorong gets up every day accompanied by the lamas' morning classes, and circles Jinglun two or three times. Sitting on the wide pasture, silently watching the red sun that shines on this side for millions of years is gradually setting, holding the rein in the twilight and letting the horse who knows the way home pull him back.

Even on rainy days, there are still many young lamas in the monastery. Although they grew up with the Buddha in the monastery, there are always children who are not obsolete in nature, can't speak Chinese and still love to be mischievous. After taking pictures, Zheng Shaorong opened the door the next day and found that sometimes there were bunches of wild flowers in front of the door, sometimes some glass beads considered extremely precious by children, Tibetan toys, long feathers of colorful birds, and even There is a young mastiff.

I have raised that brown fur young mastiff for a few days, it is very cute when it bumps into the corner of the cabinet and gets up in a daze, it reminds Zheng Shaorong of Xiaoyao and Lin Yao that he gave to his friends, and he often smiles knowingly.But the long journey ahead was not suitable for taking this newly weaned mastiff. When the rainy season was completely over, Danba Living Buddha received a letter from Lhasa urging everyone to set off.

When sitting in the jeep borrowed from Mangkang with Danba Living Buddha, which was much worse than the departure time from Chengdu, Zheng Shaorong looked back at the Tibetan monastery where he had spent nearly half a month, and barked in his arms with Agung who stood in front of the monastery gate to see them off. small mastiff.

These days are too peaceful and peaceful. It seems that there have never been so many disturbances in Hong Kong. I have always wanted to live a free life that only existed in my dreams. I really got it... I am not used to it. Why do people yearn for the place where people know themselves, and long for the anger under the neon lights... What is the throbbing hidden under the calm these days?What I long for in my heart is still to be the most outstanding focal point, it would be too fickle to change my mind every day, Zheng Shaorong buried his face in his palms, half his life was full of ups and downs, and his mind was like the scenery outside the window passing by in a hurry.

Why do I still yearn... to shine brightest—

The back section of the journey to Lhasa is much worse than the front road, and the car is also much worse, so when the bumpy ride arrives in Lhasa, the whole car is almost torn apart. When you open your eyes, you will see the blue sky and snow mountains. The beautiful scenery is repeated day after day without any difference. It is too similar to look at it for a long time and you will get tired.At the end of the trip, everyone in the car did not look out the window, and fell asleep on the back every day.

"We're here, wake up!" Lao Song drove the car near the Potala Palace, not daring to disturb the living Buddha who was meditating with his eyes closed, and only gently awakened Baizi Zheng Shaorong, while Danba Living Buddha opened his eyes as if in response, Open the door of the car, adjust the monk's clothes, take the lead to climb the steps, "you follow me." Entering the area of ​​the Potala Palace that is not open to tourists, there are many more lamas than outside. From their attitude towards Danba, we can see that their status is the same as that of the Potala Palace. On par.

"Damba Rinpoche, the master is waiting for you in the room." A 30-year-old monk came around the corner, and after saluting with Danba, he looked at Zheng Shaorong. , and the rest please follow me."

"The master is..." Danba refused to say too much along the way. Zheng Shaorong stayed in Tibet for more than a month. Although half of it was spent on the road, he would always understand Tibet's religious system. The Panchen Lama has passed away, the reincarnated soul boy has not yet been selected, and the other... has been away from India for many years. He really can't imagine who else is qualified to sit in the Potala Palace.

"..." Danba just led the way silently and bowed his head without saying a word. When he entered the Potala Palace, he became solemn and silent, without saying a word.

"Master, the disciples have brought people here." Danba walked to a wooden door with more brilliant paintings than the rest, and tapped on the door panel.

"En." There was only a reply from the door, and there was no other sound.

Danba pushed open the door and signaled Zheng Shaorong to go in, but he closed the door and guarded the corridor. Zheng Shaorong stepped into the door in a daze, and an old monk sitting cross-legged on the couch was slowly opening his eyes, seeing Zheng Shaorong's Sha's brows were slightly frowned and then relaxed, if Zheng Shaorong was not looking carefully at him, he wouldn't even notice it.

"Son, come here." The old monk beckoned slightly to Zheng Shaorong, and when he walked to the bed, he asked, "I just thought it was just a fantasy, have you...have you seen another self recently?"

"No... no! Once." Who would dream of another self, Zheng Shaorong denied it, but suddenly remembered the momentary illusion upstairs on TVB that day, the blush was so red, and he was not sure at first, "I am in the moment of life and death, I have seen... my own..."

"Death? Sure enough." The old monk closed his eyes, nodded and pinched his head for a long time before opening his eyes, spreading his palms flat, "show me the relic of the real body."

"What's wrong?" Faith can bring peace of mind, but Zheng Shaorong, who grew up in a modern society, respects those gods, but he doesn't really believe in them. It's just...why did this old monk know the hallucinations he had once he met him?

"It's very wrong." The old monk took the beads in his hand and turned them gently in the opposite direction until he pinched one of the beads and stopped. The secular world is too long, and the power of the gods is gradually weakening. The second time, you have already seen the warning of Relic, and you can only follow his instructions later to prove it. The step of warning, the more illusions you see in your previous life, the sooner that day will come. If you are willing to lend me a temporary prayer bead for a month, I will fight the consequences of falling into the vajra hell, and I will set your life wheel right." At the same time as he said this sentence, the old monk's energy and energy were weakened at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"It doesn't matter if it's a gift, but can you tell me what it does?" The old monk's expression made people believe the price he paid for making this decision, but Zheng Shaorong wanted to know why he made such a decision. For great sacrifices, there are usually equal or greater rewards corresponding to the cost.

"Since the relic has chosen you, it is predestined relationship with you, so I can't force you to return. I also led you back to the Tibetan area. I'm afraid it's just to eliminate the evil law and let the Tibetans enshrine its grace, so I don't need to send you away." The old monk sighed softly, "Originally You shouldn’t tell outsiders about sectarian disputes, it’s okay to tell you because of your merit in sending the relics of your real body to Tibet.”

But when Dala Lama rebelled against the heavens and went to India, he also took away several large artifacts from the Potala Palace, and relied on these large artifacts to attract countless believers by using the power of foreign teachers to walk the way of evil spirits. The 89th Panchen Lama lacked the magic weapon and could not compete with Dala. He had been defeated every time for decades. The last time he had a heart attack, he vomited blood and died in [-]. The reincarnated soul boy also lacked the Dharma. The lack of guidance for the device has caused the hearts of the sect to fluctuate. Many Dharma kings have openly supported Dala. If this continues, the faction in the Tibetan area may gradually decline, and within a few years it will be suppressed and wiped out by Dala.

Zheng Shaorong brought his real body relics into Tibet this time, which was a timely gift. The old monk gathered Dharma kings from all over the world to discuss for a long time, and decided to gather his strength to bless the real body relics with divine power to find the Panchen Lama. One month later, he and Dala swore to the death to seal his mana Compared with the demise of the local sect, the old monk changing Zheng Shaorong's life wheel at his own cost is nothing.

Zheng Shaorong was only responsible for providing magic tools, and the fight of magic had nothing to do with him as a secular person. He just wandered around the Potala Palace every day and saw all the thangkas.If he was bored, a lama would take him on a tour, taking pictures of the most beautiful scenery in the world, until the large bundle of film he brought was running out.As time went by, Zheng Shaorong's desire to return to the heaven became more and more urgent. People did not know the language, and most of the language was incomprehensible. Although Tibet was a good place, it was not a good place to live. Most importantly, due to various special reasons, it was difficult to communicate with the outside world. Communication was inconvenient, he began to miss Lin Yao...

A month later, Nima, who received them that day, came to call him to meet the old monk. When we met again, the old monk sitting cross-legged on the couch was much older than a month ago, and his skin was so smooth that he couldn't tell his age. It was wrinkled like chicken skin, obviously exhausted, saw Zheng Shaorong coming in, but he didn't feel sad about his future at all, instead he happily called Zheng Shaorong to return his prayer beads by the bedside, and kept stroking the top of his head.

"Master!!" Nima threw himself on the bed and pushed away the old monk's palm, "Isn't it enough to fall into the Vajra Hell for a foreigner? If you run out of divine power, even the last trace of your soul will perish! Master!"

"What's the matter... The magic weapon was taken back, Dala's life is not long, and the birthplace of the [-]th Panchen Lama has been guided, so I have nothing to worry about. I was about to fall into the Vajra Hell, and the disappearance of the soul is not a disaster, but a blessing." .” The old monk’s breath began to become short and weak, and he waved to the two of them, “Go out.”

"Master!!!" There was a cry in Nima's voice, he wanted to stay, he really wanted to stay...

"Nimma, get out!" After shouting this sentence, the old monk's only energy was exhausted, and he waved his hands weakly, sitting on the couch and closing his eyes, ignoring the two of them.

"Yes..." Nima slowly exited the door and saw Zheng Shaorong still staying where he was, gritted his teeth and softly called him out, "Don't disturb Master."

"Master, it's because of me." Zheng Shaorong covered his forehead with his palms, and just now when he touched the top, there was a warm current flowing into his brain along the contact point. Based on Nima's words, it is not difficult to understand that the old monk has given him great benefits. It will be like this..."

"Yes, and no..." Nima turned her face away and listened carefully to the movement in the room for a while, leaned against the wall and stared at the blue sky outside the palace wall, "Although it's because of you, it's not right to blame you It is a great blessing to be touched by the master, but I don't really want to see you. There will be a ceremony in the church later, and it is inconvenient for outsiders to be present. Don't forget the appointment in June, you can go..."

Two days after being driven away by Nima, before going to the imperial capital, I met the old monk again. He had turned into a white stone in a golden plate, and was carried by Nima to a certain temple in Nyingchi to worship.

The mysterious incidents that Zheng Shaorong has experienced in the past month have never been imagined before, and the benefits brought by touching the top, only ears and eyes are clearer, and the perception is improved, and the strength is much stronger than before. But it's gone, and the so-called life wheel is turning forward or backward, probably you can't feel it.

Back in the old mansion in the imperial capital, Ye Er was already waiting inside. Hearing what Zheng Shaorong said about his experience, he walked around the room with a serious expression, "I was still surprised by the news that Dala died of illness from India yesterday, but today I finally know the whole story. Don't be too serious." Believe this, it’s just to compete for sect rights and believers. Over the years, Dala Panchen has divided China and India. Once Dala dies, a soul boy will be elected in June next year. The Lamaism will centralize power. Political affairs... must be balanced..." Ye Er made a phone call to leave hastily before finishing his sentence, "I have to leave beforehand, and I have called Beiying for you, so you can go by yourself."

"Thank you!" Zheng Shaorong got up and waved to Ye Er to thank him, then sat down and tapped on the table in deep thought, wondering why the old monk was so willing to spend so much, it turned out that it was all because of the unity of teaching power.

64. Dongdan Park

Ye Er walked away to Xiaoer for 10 minutes, Zheng Shaorong patted his forehead and stood up abruptly. During the time in Ukraine, he let him know that Lin Yao always changed places every one or two weeks, and he didn't have a fixed address. They can contact them through the contact office Ye Er set up in the Soviet Union.Although there was a telegram sent to the imperial capital to convey the message before departure, but after getting off the plane, he went straight to the old mansion. Guang talked to Ye Er about Tibet, but forgot to ask him to inform Lin Yao that he had arrived in the imperial capital.

I'm not ashamed to ask Ye Er to let him know. Zheng Shaorong tidied up a little, thinking about washing up and going to the exhausted journey. When Lin Yao guesses that he will come back tomorrow, he will take the initiative to call and talk to him about the past month. As a result, the doorbell rang right after taking a shower. I knew that there were only a few acquaintances here. The Baizi and the others had been away from their families for half a year. Just after getting off the plane, Zheng Shaorong let them go to visit relatives. He was the only one in the house. After wiping it off with a towel, he ran to open the door with his wet hair.

"Yo..." Lin Yaoti slipped a big windbreaker and leaned against the door to smoke, seeing Zheng Shaorong's steamy appearance after taking a bath, he smiled happily, "Does this mean that you know I'm coming back to take a bath and wait for me?"

"Are you back?" Zheng Shaorong was slightly surprised. He never thought that he would come back so quickly. This kind of surprise soon passed. He smiled and gently hugged Lin Yao, leaving only joy. He smelled a faint mixture of tobacco on his body. Slightly sour body odor, but at this moment it seems that every pore on the body is intoxicated to absorb this unpleasant smell, "Yeah, waiting for you...waiting for your sudden appearance..."

"And I'm waiting for your return..." Lin Yao hugged Zheng Shaorong back, longing for each other, blending with each other...

"Sharpen the scissors, chop the kitchen knife~~~" The long-drawn-out yelling sound gradually approached through the alley. The overlapping figures disturbed the sound and separated in a hurry. The longing that they hadn't seen for more than a month made them forget It is still in the alley at the moment, so it is easy for pedestrians to see it.

"Come in first." Zheng Shaorong closed the door and took the big windbreaker from Lin Yao's hand. His hands sank immediately, but it was really thick. "Is it cold in the Soviet Union? You are still wearing so much sweat."

"Brother Rong, you seem to have disappeared. It took you half a month to send a letter. When I heard you returned to the imperial capital, I ran to the imperial capital without packing my luggage." Lin Yao unbuttoned his collar, and there were two The third floor: "The temperature in the Soviet Union is about minus five degrees. This year, the cold snap in Siberia came earlier, so I wore a little more... Who knew that it was hot again when I arrived in the imperial capital. I didn't feel embarrassed to take off my clothes along the way, but I was sweating and uncomfortable. "Lin Yao took off his clothes in the yard until only his underwear was left, and stole a light kiss on Zheng Shaorong's body, which made him sweat all over. Fearing that Zheng Shaorong, who was slightly cleanliness, would run away violently, he fled to the bathroom in the wind. "Don't scold me for stinking Lin Yao in your heart, it will smell good after a while."

"Heh..." Zheng Shaorong shook his head with a light smile and squatted down to pick up Lin Yao's casually discarded clothes on the ground. As soon as Lin Yao appeared, the deserted house immediately became more angry. I often miss, but there is no real reunion, but there is no such thing as an ordinary lover. The blaze is always short-lived, and it will always return to trivial details and peace in the end. Just a hug and kiss and the strong breath from Lin Yao seem to be enough. It is the ordinary happiness in life. "Smelly Lin Yao...?"

"Brother Rong..." In less than 5 minutes, Lin Yao slowly moved out with only a bath towel around his waist against the corner of the wall, "Where did the pile of clothes go..."

"I'm washing it in the washing machine." Sitting on the sofa to dry his hair, Zheng Shaorong took the time to free up a hand and pointed to another room on the east side, "I know you didn't bring any luggage, we are about the same size, and I put it in the closet in that room before." A change of clothes, Yaozi, pick the ones that suit you and wear them first, and go buy some later."

Changing into a light-colored slim-fit long-sleeved shirt, Lin Yao felt refreshed and refreshed, as if he had been reborn. He cleaned the dusty and broken crown in the garage of the sports car, and asked Zheng Shaorong to go shopping with him back to the imperial capital. In China World Mall, I bought a dozen clothes and piled them all in the trunk. The Soviet Union is on the right track, and I will come back every three to five times in the future, so I have to make more preparations.

"Look at that...someone climbed over the wall." On the way back, Zheng Shaorong had been leaning against the back seat window to watch the night view of the imperial capital, and a group of people jumped out of the wall in front of him, all young men...

"Oh... Dongdan Park." A dozen or so people ran across the middle of the road and almost ran into someone. Lin Yao stepped on the brake and took a look, then started the car and turned around the corner to continue driving. The dim yellow street lights in the distance were blurred. At the gate of the park that was previously blocked by a wall, there were four or five police cars parked under the lush and gloomy woods in front of the gate, and a few uniformed men pushed dozens of people inside, "How should I put it, it's a tryst among ordinary people in the imperial capital circle. The gathering place, the police sometimes check it out, arrest a few people and go in for investigation and interrogation..."

"What's the reason? Arresting people for no reason is not afraid of causing trouble..." After all, Zheng Shaorong has lived in another society all year round. When encountering things, he can go to a lawyer to sue him. helplessness and powerlessness.

"Health census, or hooliganism or whatever, there's always something to say, . . . "

There was a sudden commotion in the distance, a red figure in the crowd broke free from the restraints and ran towards this side desperately, Zheng Shaorong patted Lin Yao to stop him, opened the car door and pulled people in, Lin Yao speeded up knowingly, and galloped past the pursuers, Only two taillights and exhaust fumes are left.

"Huchi...huchi..." This is a handsome young man who is no older than he is, wearing a large red plaid shirt that doesn't fit well. Bing, even though he couldn't see him, the fear and worry in his eyes still persisted, and he curled up into a ball and squatted on the back seat trembling like a panicked animal frightened by the sound of thunder.

"Don't look, they can't catch up." Zheng Shaorong handed a bottle of Coke to the boy, and patted him on the back lightly, "Don't be afraid."

"Ah, thank you." The boy opened the bottle cap tremblingly, and casually took small sips of this stuff like traditional Chinese medicine with sugar through the straw. The bitter taste from his taste buds overwhelmed other things, and he gradually calmed down enough to say thanks "Let the police catch me in and I'll be finished..."

"Are you still a student? I'll save you once. I can tell you what your name is." Lin Yao turned around from the front seat and asked the boy. Usually, he was so scared that he was either a staff member in the unit or a student in the university. People know what happened tonight, saliva star can drown people, and this young man's age, obviously the latter possibility is more likely.

"I didn't go to school and hang out on the street. The two big brothers can call me Xiaoyu... Zheng Shaorong?! Do you live in the imperial capital?" The bright street lights on the other road illuminate Zheng Shaorong's face through the car window, and the boy forgot the previous moment Feeling guarded and uneasy, he moved his body to lean against the idol, and actively leaked a lot of personal information while moving, "I lied to you just now, my name is Nie Yu, and I am a freshman in Beijing Film Academy... Hey, I like you so much .”

"It's close enough, be careful." Lin Yao remained silent, and Nie Yu could hang onto Zheng Shaorong's body. "I'll let you go at the next intersection like this, and you can go back to school by yourself."

"It's okay, he's still young..." Zheng Shaorong could feel the young man's liking, it was pure liking, nothing else was mixed in. Ye Er helped me tell Beiying to go there to give lectures on acting, and all other courses are free to attend, and maybe I will meet Xiaoyu in the future."

"Vulgar! So vulgar! Boss Lin, right? I am spiritually revering and yearning, you know what a P!" Nie Yu looked at Lin Yao with contempt, turned his head to face Zheng Shaorong, but turned into a begging expression "The school is closed and I can't go back. Can I borrow a night at your house? I'll leave tomorrow morning..."

"His house is also my house! I don't agree, you go to live with other friends, why do you have to live in my house." Lin Yaoshen felt that he shouldn't meddle in his own business just now to save trouble.

"I come to the Imperial City alone to go to school, and the friends who are willing to let me live have other ideas." Nie Yu answered Lin Yao's question in his mouth, but his eyes kept looking at Zheng Shaorong, and he worked hard to put out the basic skills learned in school. , shimmering from a panicked animal to a pitiful and lovely rabbit "Is it done?"

"The guest room has been unoccupied for a long time. If you want to live in it, I'm afraid you have to clean it up yourself..." Zheng Shaorong agreed with this, and it's good to have such a lively child to adjust his life.

Lin Yao was furious and didn't dare to refute, he just grabbed the steering wheel and drove home...

"His home is also your home, but it's useless for you to talk at home..." Before entering the guest room, Nie Yu quietly made a face at Lin Yao, and saw Lin Yaoxu raised his fist, jumped into the room and closed the door tightly .

The two never stopped after getting off the plane. Zheng Shaorong was a little tired. He went back to his room and put on his pajamas to call Lin Yao to go to bed early. He opened his eyes and covered half of Lin Yao's face with a pillow, "You're looking at me."

"Why don't you take a closer look now, I'm afraid that if you stay in the Soviet Union for a long time, you will get together less and leave more. The emperor favors your new love, and there is no place to cry." Lin Yao pulled down the pillow and complained endlessly, pretending to be a dissatisfied woman in the palace, "I hate it." Nie Yu..."

"Still angry with a child." Zheng Shaorong stretched out his hand and scratched Lin Yao's hair, and smoothed his hair again.