dance like a butterfly

Although Lao Ni is old, his eyesight is quite good.

Seeing the words I wrote stroke by stroke in the palm of my hand, she smiled and pondered for a moment and said: "I already know what you are asking. Literally speaking, the two things you ask will not have good results! "

When she said a word, I immediately shivered.After a while, I couldn't stop shouting hoarsely: "No, no!!"

"Don't be impatient, benefactor! Look, isn't what you wrote just a character 'Wen'? The character 'Wen' can be divided into upper and lower parts. The upper part is a 'two'." word, the next part is clearly a fork!"

I suddenly turned pale!I am also very puzzled!

Could it be that nothing could be hidden from her eyes?Does she really know that the two things I asked are: first, whether the next Lao Han can be elected.Second, can Lao Han grow old with me!

This was the second painful blow I received today, and I was suddenly weak all over.If it weren't for the embarrassment of kneeling and prostrating just now, I'm afraid I don't even have the strength to stand up now.

Once upon a time, in front of the pure love of comrades and the feelings of Lao Han, I was always uneasy.I was always worried that I would make the slightest mistake, afraid that I would fail Lao Han, and also afraid that Lao Han would abandon me!I can't even imagine how I'll live without Lao Han in the future!I don't want either of us to be swaying in the wind like a pampas grass, I only hope that our loving hearts are as solid as a rock!

Buddhism pays attention to the purity of the six sense organs, with a pure heart and few desires.And my old Han and I are just ordinary people.Starting from my minimum requirements, I just want to find someone I love who also loves me to live a good life. It is this old Han who gave me such a space and such a dream. I can live freely in his life. Fly freely in the sky.I have always believed that Lao Han and I can be together today because of our begging.In order to form this mortal relationship, I don’t know in which life, Lao Han and I knelt down before the Buddha for how many years!Is it just a moment of compassion from the Buddhist family to really have him today?Many lifetimes of mishaps have caused me to miss him!Maybe in one life, the Buddha also turned me into a flowering tree, growing on the side of the road he must pass every day.In order to make him stop and smile for me at my most beautiful moment, I must carefully fill every branch with flowers, every blossom is my deepest expectation for him.For how many days, he has left without knowing it, and my disappointment is all over the floor!Can these Buddhists understand deeply!

Today, the Buddhist attitude towards gay relationship, can it be that a simple sentence completely negates all the affection between me and Lao Han?Lao Han and I went home with a clay sculpture like Mrs. Xianglin donating a threshold. Will it really keep us safe in the future?Almighty God, is it true that homosexual love is inflexible in front of you? !

Some words are too embarrassing to say, and some words cannot be refuted. I feel that I have no backbone.However, I am unwilling, and I don't want to give in!Who's in the way of our mutual admiration?Even if it is abnormal love, who will be hurt?What do we have to do with others if we love you and I want to!Why can't we have a way out?

I felt indignant.Thinking of my old Han still waiting for me outside the temple holding a clay sculpture, I had no choice but to drag my exhausted body to move.However, all of a sudden Venus flew around the world.My legs were numb, my knees gave way, and I almost fell to the ground.

The little nun next to me kindly came to help me.Maybe the old nun couldn't bear to see me like this. He lowered his head and folded his hands together: "It's good, it's good. People's fate can't be static, good luck and bad luck always have a turning point. The little benefactor is still young, maybe There will be other creations, don't be too depressed!"

I squinted at her: "Then do you think the Buddhist family responds to requests?"

"Amitabha, as long as there is a Buddha in your heart, you will be able to respond to your request!"

"Okay! Can I ask for a concentric lock?"

"Of course!"

Lao Ni left without authorization.I followed the nun who helped me to the wing.

This wing room is an antique side room where tourist souvenirs are displayed. Inside the glass counter are a variety of Buddhist beads, Buddhist scriptures, small Buddha statues, and VCD discs of scenic spots in Zhongnan Mountain.Because of the snow, there are no tourists today except me.

I chose a pair of brass locks, but I refused that the nun would engrave letters on the lock with a carving knife for me.With my back to the nun, I engraved the eight characters "Hold my hand and grow old together" on it bit by bit.Turning over the copper lock, on the back of the copper lock, I carefully engraved the words "Han Jun, Hong Xiaojun, a certain year, a certain month and a certain day".

I blew on the brass powder on the lock, held the concentric lock in my hand, and held it high above my head, as if I was holding a golden heart and turned it around.In the wing room, I took another red ribbon, turned around, put down 100 yuan, and turned to leave.

I don't care how ridiculous my actions are, in the eyes of those nuns I am not familiar with, I must be a childish and ridiculous lunatic.But what do they think of me? What does that have to do with me?As long as my old Han cares about me, even if he can love me for one more day, how the world and the Buddha think of me is another matter.Didn't it say "if the two feelings last for a long time, why bother day and night"?

Lao Han is a particularly stubborn person, he doesn't like to beg for help, he doesn't like to kneel down, he always believes that fate is in his own hands.Ever since he saw me kowtow in front of the old nun, he said to me after he went back, "Xiaohui, I won't let you go to the temple anymore. When I saw you kneel and kowtow to others, do you know how much I am?" Worrying!"

I retorted him and said, "Brother, that is kneeling to God, not to kneeling man!".

Lao Han said: "No matter what you say, I won't let you go anymore. If you want to kneel to God, we can also kneel at home. If you have a Buddha in your heart, kneeling is the same wherever you are."

I know, it's because Lao Han doesn't want me to kneel down to a stranger. In his heart, he always feels that I'm begging for help.He said that it is better to ask yourself than to ask others.

Outside the temple, Lao Han was squatting on a large bluestone smoking a cigarette with the statue of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva in his arms. When he saw me coming out, he was very unhappy: "Why have you been here for so long? Leave me here alone to drink the northwest wind. What do you mean?"

I held up the brass lock in my hand and smiled at him.

"After working for a long time, you just made this thing?"

Seeing the dissatisfaction on Lao Han's face, I wanted to laugh.Yes, if I were to eat the cold wind on the top of the mountain alone, I would definitely not be happy.Thinking that he has me in his heart, I am very satisfied: "Isn't it said that sincerity leads to spirit? This lock of one heart is the common wish of you and me. Since it is said that Fengde Temple is extremely effective and Zhongnan Mountain is said to be outstanding, the mountain god and Bodhisattvas will bless us to make our wishes come true!"

Lao Han stood up and took my hand and said, "The mountain wind is strong, it's very cold here, brother, come and warm your hands."

After all, regardless of whether I like it or not, I put the Bodhisattva statue on the ground, unzipped the down jacket on my chest, grabbed my hand, and stuffed it into his arms together with the heart lock and ribbon, fearing that the wind would get into his chest. Hold the tuyere tightly with your arms outside.

Putting my chin on his shoulder, I pressed my forehead against his face: "Brother, did you get scared when you heard what the host said just now?"

Lao Han didn't answer me, his eyes looked hollow.Maybe it was because my hand holding the concentric lock was too cold, I felt his body trembling slightly.

"Brother, what's the matter with you?" I rubbed my forehead against his chin.

"It's nothing. It's cold on the mountain, let's go down!" He kissed me lightly on the tip of my nose.

It's not good for two people to hold each other for a long time here, in case a nun who goes out sees it, it's really unsightly.I took out the hand that was warmed by Lao Han, and Lao Han picked up the Bodhisattva statue from the ground, and we went down the mountain.

"Brother, what do you think of what that old nun said?", I was still a little apprehensive.

Old Han turned his face, "Brother, no matter what it is, if you look at it from a different angle, you will have a different opinion, and the result will definitely be different. What she said is just a family opinion, you have to believe it, and you can't believe it all. Since you I like each other, and I can’t live without each other, so I should stick to it. I believe in a saying—what can exist, there is a reason for it. Since I can’t live without you, since you are already my brother, I can’t give up. I will never abandon you, not now, and certainly not in the future! You must remember this for the rest of your life!" Lao Han glanced at me and laughed: "Besides, aren't you still praying for us in the temple? Have you locked a concentric lock?"

People say that going up the mountain is easy and going down the mountain is difficult, but I never had such an idea before.But today, I came here with a wish, and after listening to what the old nun said, and it was snowing, my way down the mountain was indeed much more difficult than when I went up the mountain.But when I think about Lao Han by my side, hearing him call me brother again and again, he is more affectionate than calling me Xiaohui before, and then I think that he seems to have forgotten the promise he made to me yesterday, thinking that I can be close to him again at night Hugging each other tightly, the heart is quite beautiful, the steps become lighter, and the mood gradually becomes lively.

Although the mountain is not very high, looking down the mountain, I also feel that the winter scenery in the south of the city just after New Year's Day is very beautiful.The city of Xi'an was covered by gloomy clouds, and in the far distance, a small town in the north could only be vaguely seen surrounded by ice and snow.As for the Feng River, it meanders like a black belt extending to the north.On this mountain, strange to say, there are no other tree species except green pine.The snow was still on the pine branches, and I looked around on a whim.

Lao Han asked me strangely: "What are you looking for?"

I was a little embarrassed, but I still said it: "I was thinking, it would be great if there were winter plums here."

"Lamei?" Old Han was puzzled.

I cleared my throat and said: "Beside the broken bridge outside the post, I am lonely and have no owner. It is already dusk to worry about alone, with the wind and rain. I have no intention of struggling for spring, and the envy of the crowd will turn into mud and dust, only the fragrance remains the same !"

Old Han's face, which had been tense all the time, finally relaxed: "Haha, he is young, he is a scholar with ink in his belly, my brother has a romantic side at any time!"

I don't know if Lao Han understands what I mean by reciting Lu You's poem at this moment. Seeing Lao Han's face finally blooming and the sun rising and his rosy cheeks have recovered, my heart is finally relieved.

It’s not that I’ve reached the point where I’ve already forgotten what I’m talking about. Now, I don’t want to think about the future between me and Lao Han. Since Lao Han has given me a lot of words, I’m afraid of tigers and wolves. , it is no longer my Hong Xiaojun's style of life.No matter what happens in the future, I don't need to be afraid anymore. Now that Lao Han is going all out, what else should I be afraid of?Losing my head is nothing but a scar the size of a bowl, I am still a man after all!

Not long after, I saw the grove covered with ribbons and brass locks.

When he got to the front, Lao Han laughed: "Since you have worked so hard to get the lock, let's hang it up."

Lao Han put the Bodhisattva statue on the bluestone next to him, smiled and reached out to me for a lock.

I was unwilling: "Brother, if you treat the invited Bodhisattva like this, it will still work when you go home and burn incense. I didn't have the nerve to say it just now!"

Lao Han glanced at me, knelt down and held the Bodhisattva statue with both hands, and put it in my arms respectfully: "Then you hold it first." After speaking, he took the copper lock from my hand.

"Hold your son's hand and grow old together with your son", Lao Han looked at the golden lock and read every word.

He raised his head and said with a smile: "You scholars, you all speak politely. What does this mean?"

"Brother, this sentence is not original by me. It is a sentence in "The Book of Songs? Beifeng? Drumming". Sleeping together.; Holding the hand of a child, what more can a husband ask for? It means that I want to hold your hand, like the most loving couple in the world, and we will never be separated for the rest of our lives. Dislike each other!"

After hearing this, Lao Han gritted his teeth: "Brother knows, I didn't miss you. Just watch from now on!"

After finishing speaking, he bowed his head and threaded the ribbon on the lock hook twice to tie a knot.After choosing a straight, small, thick pine tree, Old Han said, "Let's just take this tree."

Lao Han is not as tall as I am, and he can only reach the tree branches by raising his arms.He tiptoed to the padlock.

This pine tree grows in the crevices of the cliffs of a cliff, and there is still a distance from other pine trees.I know that Lao Han chose it because he didn't want our locks to be mixed up in other people's prayers.

Suddenly, I remembered the dream I had long ago.I dreamed that Lao Han and I were catching butterflies under the huge peach tree. In that dream, Lao Han rolled down the mountain without paying attention.I panicked and shouted: "Brother, wait a minute."

Old Han was standing on tiptoe, the red ribbon fluttering on his hands in the mountain wind.Hearing my cry, he turned his head and looked at me with a smile.

And his feet were stepping on the snow, his body staggered, and he fell crooked.