Thanks Bumin

After the official winter vacation, the Spring Festival is getting closer every day.

Because most of the workers on the construction site had to return to their hometowns, the business of the small restaurant was cooling down day by day. Two days before the Spring Festival, Liu Xuejuan simply put up a sign that the small restaurant was closed.

According to the customs of Xiacheng, the dust sweeping before the Spring Festival has to be done for several days in a row, from the big items such as bed sheets, quilts, curtains, to the tea drinking and tea sets in every household, and the tooth cups for brushing teeth, everything must be cleaned inside and out.No matter which one it is for, dust removal is a big project for the whole family.

Xie Jing woke up early in the morning and was called to the balcony by Liu Xuejuan. His washing machine was bought a few years ago, and the drying function has long since ceased to work. Therefore, he and Liu Xuejuan need to work together to wash large items such as bed sheets and curtains at home. cooperate.

Liu Xuejuan held one end of the curtain, Xie Jing held the other end, and the two turned to opposite directions at the same time. With this movement, the water in the curtain immediately splashed all over the floor.

The winter in Xiacheng is gloomy and cold with the humidity of the ocean, it can really get cold into the bones of a person, but working can still make people warm up quickly.

He took off Xie Jing's coat and put it on the sofa. He was only wearing thermal underwear and a blue-gray striped sweater. He rolled up his sleeves to his elbows. Together with Liu Xuejuan, he wrung out the water from the curtains. His fingers were cold and red. It was swollen, but he was used to it, and he didn't even frown. Cooperating with Liu Xuejuan, he continued to squeeze the water out of the curtain.

"Well, after washing the curtains, there are no big things to wash, and the next step is... um... the windows must be cleaned in the afternoon..." Liu Xuejuan thought about it, without pausing at all.

"Didn't Aunt Wang come to invite you to worship Mazu in the afternoon." Xie Jing reminded.

"That's right." Liu Xuejuan just remembered, a little worried, "Then what should I do? The windows at home haven't been wiped yet, and if I don't wipe them, I'm sure I won't be able to finish them before the Chinese New Year. I still have to prepare things for the Chinese New Year, such as spiced spices, and white fish. Not fried, the duck has not been soaked in water..."

"Or just go after a year."

"No." Liu Xuejuan retorted without thinking, "This time I want to fulfill your wish, how can it be delayed until the next year."

Before the placement test in the second year of high school, Liu Xuejuan made a wish for Xie Jing in front of Mazu, and Xie Jing knew about it.Xie Jing entered the fourteenth class, and his wish came true, so naturally he should be grateful to fulfill his wish.

Liu Xuejuan thought for a while, looked at Xie Jing, and said, "Why don't you go."

"Me?" I didn't expect Liu Xuejuan to say that, Xie Jing loosened his grip and almost dropped the curtain to the ground, but luckily he reacted quickly and grabbed it back.

Under Liu Xuejuan's reproachful gaze, Xie Jing was very distressed, wanted to scratch his head, but couldn't spare his hands, "But I can't."

"Didn't you go with me a few times before? Just do what I did before, what will happen." Liu Xuejuan made up her mind, and Xie Jing could only swallow the words of refusal angrily.

"How about I let your aunt Wang lead you?"

Xie Jing sweated, and quickly refused: "Farewell, I'll go by myself."

Xie Jing carried the wrung-out curtains to the rooftop to dry. The weather was fine these two days, and they were not the only ones doing laundry.

Xie Jing worked hard to dry the curtains in his house, unable to hold back his exhaustion and sleepiness, he lay on his back on the ground of the roof.

Xie Jing squinted his eyes, the sky was as blue as it had been washed, and the sheets and curtains not far away looked like sails blown up by the wind, but he didn't know whether he was going on a long voyage or returning.

The breeze blowing is still quite chilly, but the sun is shining warmly. The mixture of cold and warm makes people fall into a state of laziness involuntarily.

If it wasn't for the vibration in his pocket, Xie Jing might really fall asleep like this.

"What are you doing?" Rong Min's warm voice seemed to reach his ears forever, causing Xie Jing to raise the corners of his mouth unconsciously.

"Nothing, I just finished drying the curtains, and I'm lying on 'teriyaki'."

Rong Min chuckled lightly, "It's time to take a good picture, I think it's going to be moldy if I haven't been around for a few days." His voice sounded more gentle than before, making it sound like a goose feather is gently scratching scratch.

Xie Jing didn't go to the library for several days because he had to help Liu Xuejuan with dust removal and housework, and he didn't meet Rong Min either.So what Rong Min said was not only a joke, but also a trace of complaint.

Xie Jing put his arms on his eyelids, soaking himself in the rare sunlight.

He didn't speak, and Rong Min on the other end also had no voice, only the rustling of the call and the breathing of the two people could be heard on the phone.

After an unknown amount of time, Rong Min broke the silence, "Thank you Jing, let's meet in the afternoon."

The moment he heard this sentence, Xie Jing had a happy expression on his face, "Okay."

While counting the clouds passing by in the sky, Xie Jing chatted casually with Rong Min until the part of the phone that was pressed against his ear became hot, and then reluctantly hung up.

This phone fell to the ground last time and broke into several pieces. Xie Jing picked it up and put it together, but it still works, but the screen is more blurred, and it gets hot after a short time of talking on the phone, which makes people feel hot That kind of hot.

Not long after, Liu Xuejuan went up to the balcony with a bucket of tablecloths and other small things. Seeing Xie Jing lying on the ground, his facial features almost twisted together, "Get up, get up, the ground is so dirty, why don't you Don't bother me, don't you have to wash your clothes if they get dirty..."

Xie Jing chuckled, stretched out his hands nimbly, got up from the ground, and ran downstairs amidst Liu Xuejuan's chatter.

He just wants to read some wrong physics questions, where should he look?Just the part where Rong Min fucked him.

Xie Jing thought, and quickly opened the door and entered his room.

When Xie Jing showed up at the appointed place with a bag, Rong Min was already waiting there.

He is wearing a camel coat today, with the horn buttons tightly buttoned to the last one, revealing only a black sweater and a white shirt collar.It looks very clean and tidy, and it also highlights his three-point calm temperament. Just standing is a scene of its own.

Seeing Xie Jing walking slowly, a smile appeared on the corner of Rong Min's mouth, he took two steps forward, took the bag in his hand, picked it up curiously and glanced inside, "This is..."

"It's for worship. My mother wants me to go to Mazu Niangniang to fulfill my wish." Xie Jing replied naturally.

"Ah?" Rong Min raised one eyebrow.It seems to have heard something incredible.

Xie Jing patted his forehead and remembered, "By the way, you used to study in Beicheng, so you haven't paid homage to Mazu, right?"

Rong Min shook his head honestly.

Xie Jing took Rong Min to the Mazu Temple, explaining as he walked, "My mother made a wish for me in front of Mazu, so I must go and fulfill the wish today."

People in Xiacheng believe in Buddhism and worship many Bodhisattvas.Even in the city center where every inch of land is expensive, there may be one or two small temples made of red bricks with cornices and painted buildings, and they are definitely full of incense, and there is an endless stream of devotees.

The Mazu Temple that Xie Jing wants to worship is quite close to the attached middle school. It is just at the head of an old bridge. It is not a big temple. You can’t walk fifty steps back and forth. It is next to the dormitory of a state-owned enterprise in the 80s.

Rong Min followed Xie Jing to the front of the temple, looking at the two gates with majestic door gods painted on them, and a row of lifelike monster hunting stories painted under the eaves.

Xie Jing had already stepped in before him, and Rong Min followed behind him.

After entering, there is a small courtyard, and inside is the statue of Mazu. In fact, there are more than one Mazu on it, and there are seven or eight statues, large and small, with different costumes and demeanors.The one in the middle is the largest and most solemn, wearing a golden crown and a golden cloak, looking down on all living beings with kindness and kindness.

The old lady guarding the temple tremblingly brought two cups of tea. Xie Jing thanked them with a smile. After drinking, she began to take out the fruits and biscuits she had brought and arranged them neatly one by one.

Rong Min stood aside, watching him quietly.

When Xie Jing was doing something, his eyes were focused and serious, as if he was completing a great event, Rong Min remembered that when Xie Jing was doing a problem, while eating, or even in a daze, he always had such an expression, like His attitude towards life is serious and calm.

"Hey, do you think this place is really spiritual?" Rong Min stepped forward and whispered in Xie Jing's ear, his hot and humid breath sprayed on the fluff of Xie Jing's neck, causing Xie Jing's calm hands to tremble slightly.

He hurriedly put his elbow on Rong Min's waist to push him away, glanced at the old nanny bent over to sweep, turned around and reprimanded in a low voice: "You are not allowed to talk nonsense in front of Mazu."

Rong Min shrugged, expressing his apology.

Xie Jing stopped talking, counted out three sticks of incense from the bag, held them in his hands and thought for a while, looked at Rong Min and asked, "Do you want it?"

Rong Min narrowed his eyes, smiled and nodded.

Put six sticks of incense into the burning oil lamp on the altar, and Xie Jing handed three of them to Rong Min, and solemnly kneeled on the apricot-colored square bun in front of him, raised the incense above his head, bowed his head, Eyes closed, lips moved slightly, not knowing what to mutter.

The lingering smoke blurred his devout expression, and only Mazu could listen to the wishes buried in his heart.

Rong Min's expression was indistinguishable, he stared at the curling white smoke in front of him, his eyes were coldly looking at the god in front of him, the smile on the corner of his mouth was wanton and sinister, just for a moment, he turned his head to look at Xie Jing, his eyes overflowed again. warmth.

And all of this is invisible to Xie Jing who closed his eyes and prayed.

After opening his eyes, Xie Jing refused Rong Min's extended hand, stood up by himself, took Rong Min's incense, and put it into the incense burner together with his own.

There are other Bodhisattvas enshrined in the Mazu Temple, Xie Jing brought incense, and together with Rong Min worshiped one by one, repeating the movements of kneeling and standing up, and he did not see a trace of impatience.

Rong Min followed Xie Jing step by step, when Xie Jing knelt down and prayed, he stood by his side, twirling incense but only staring at Xie Jing quietly.

After kneeling, it is customary in Xiacheng to burn gold paper.

The incense burner for burning gold paper was outside under the big banyan tree. Xie Jing held a stack of gold paper, lit it with a lighter, and then threw several pieces into it together. A gust of wind blew up the black gold ash into the air, bringing Blowing to the unknown distance.

Rong Min looked at it for a while, and imitated Xie Jing's action to hand him the gold paper. Xie Jing was a little surprised when he received it. When he was in a daze, Rong Min over there had already handed it over, and he quickly put the paper in his hand. After a while, the two had cooperated very well.

Xie Jing threw the last handful of gold paper in, half-closed his eyes, and quietly watched the jumping flames in the furnace getting weaker and weaker, until only a little bit of flame shimmered in the end.

Turning around, he happened to meet Rong Min's deep eyes on him, "Why are you in a daze?"

Rong Min pondered for a moment, then said, "It feels like you were a little different just now."

"Why is it different?" Xie Jing's eyes were full of interest.

"I can't say it." Rong Min frowned, trying to organize his words, "It seems to be quieter than the Xie Jing I know, and he wants nothing more."

Xie Jing chuckled, clapped his hands, and wiped away the golden ash stuck to Rong Min's collar, "It is because I have delusional thoughts in my heart that I come to pray to the Bodhisattva for perfection. If I really have nothing to ask, I will not come to offer The incense burns."

"Then what did you ask for?" Rong Min asked eagerly.

Under the shade of the banyan tree, Xie Jing raised his head, his eyes were full of green.

The banyan tree planted many years ago is now luxuriant and lush.Standing beside the Mazu Temple for decades, I have seen countless faithful men and women coming and going, and heard endless wishes and expectations. What I got and what I couldn’t get, finally turned into a shade of a tree falling at my feet. .

"I am in good health, have a happy family, succeed in my studies, and become famous..." Xie Jing pretended to count on his fingers, and said with a smile: "I ask for so many things, and I don't know if Mazu will dislike me too much. greedy."

It was a joking sentence, but Rong Min could hear some differences in it.

"That……"

Before Rong Min could say anything, Xie Jing seemed to know what he was going to say, "I can't say it, Mazu has already heard my wish, whether it is successful or not, I can't tell others."

A look of regret flashed across Rong Min's face.

"I said." Xie Jing asked suddenly, "You may wish."

Rong Min was stunned, and looked at Xie Jing with deeper eyes, "Yes."

"That's good." Xie Jing nodded with satisfaction, "It's rare to come here, but it can't be in vain."

When the last ray of light in the incense burner dissipated and a wisp of green smoke gradually rose, Xie Jing and Rong Min returned to the temple again.

Xie Jing put two [-]s in the merit box of the refiller, took a pen, and wrote his name stroke by stroke on the merit book next to him.

"This is fuel money." Seeing Rong Min's puzzled face, Xie Jing leaned over and whispered in his ear to explain, and told him some things to pay attention to, for example, don't need to donate too much, as long as the number is auspicious.

After hearing this, Rong Min suddenly took out the wallet from his arms, and when Xie Jing didn't pay attention, he put all the big red sheets in it.

When Xie Jing turned around, he was already writing his name.Xie Jing wanted to ask him how much he had donated, but after thinking about it, he swallowed the words again.

Seeing that they donated gas money, the old mama smiled and handed over two red envelopes, Xie Jing bowed and thanked them, then handed one to Rong Min, Rong Min was a little curious, and wanted to open it on the spot, but was slapped away by Xie Jing again.

Rong Min resentfully touched the hand that was slapped red by Xie Jing, his expression was a little aggrieved, Xie Jing didn't even look at him, and just concentrated on packing his things.The old mammy looked at them cheerfully, turned around and entered the room, and continued to sweep slowly.

When the two of them stepped out of the gate of the Mazu Temple, Xie Jing said seriously: "It's the tribute rice in front of Mazu, remember to cook it and eat it when you take it back."

Rong Min touched the red envelope in his hand, and felt that Xie Jing, who stubbornly abided by these traditions in front of him, looked a little cute, and couldn't help sighing: "I didn't expect you to believe this."

"What are you talking about!" Xie Jing rolled his eyes at him, and said very confidently, "I'm a materialistic young man with good roots!"

Rong Min laughed, "I can't tell, you were the one who begged the Bodhisattva to worship Mazu just now, but now you are the one who says materialism."

"Matsu Mazu has to listen to so many wishes from so many people every day, is she busy enough to come?" Xie Jing said as he walked slowly with Rong Min.

"The so-called belief is actually a kind of sustenance for the yearning for life. If I have something to rely on in my heart, I will not go wrong. Whether I realize it or not, I can live a more stable life."

"Why do you still make a wish if you don't believe me?" Rong Min didn't understand.

"You don't believe it, don't you make wishes in front of Mazu?"

Rong Min touched his nose and had nothing to say.

The figures of the two people gradually drifted away, and the voices of their conversations could no longer be heard.

Suddenly a gust of cold wind hit, caressing the soft tops of the banyan tree, and blowing away the merit book placed on the altar.

On the last line of the last page, the same name was written in two different fonts - Xie Jing.

The four words are close together, almost blending into one, but it makes people feel that it should be like this.