Salted fish, he thought about it

It seems like a long time, it seems like just a moment.

The long night was getting brighter, and his consciousness was recovering. Jiang Juan faced the shining white lights, and the surroundings were as bright as day.

"Beep, beep, beep—" The instrument made a rapid and sharp sound, and Jiang Juan heard many voices.

"Teacher, he is bleeding again, the bleeding can't be stopped, it can't be stopped at all!"

"Arrhythmia, the patient's heart rate is too low!"

"Teacher—he's in cardiac arrest!"

Jiang Juan tried hard to open his eyes, but he had no strength at all. He could clearly feel the loss of vitality. Jiang Juan felt tired and cold.

Let's continue to sleep.

He will not be tired when he falls asleep, and he will not feel cold.

Thinking of this, Jiang Juan gave up resisting.

Those voices - the sound of instruments, anxious shouts and hasty footsteps, faded away, and Jiang Juan fell into the darkness again.

Consciousness is scattered all over the place in silence.

float.

"Your fate is very good, you can be called a wealthy life, but you are destined to have three catastrophes."

Jiang Juan's eyelashes moved.

Who is this?

He seems to have heard this sentence.

"In the first catastrophe, your life was already hanging by a thread, but it turned around again. In the second catastrophe, hatred and hatred added to your body, but your life should not die. In the third catastrophe..."

What happened to the third robbery?

The scattered consciousness re-condensed, and Jiang Juan was involuntarily driven by these words, thinking hard.

Catastrophe.

His catastrophe.

Is it his heart disease?

wrong.

no.

He has had heart problems since he was born, and all the critical illness notices he received could be bound into a book. If it was his heart disease, it would not be only three times.

So what is it?

Jiang Juan thought hard.

He felt as if he had forgotten something, but these things he forgot were very important, and he should not forget them, let alone forget them.

What did he forget?

What exactly is it?

Jiang Juan was very anxious.

He was exhausted, he had no strength, he was cold from the loss of temperature, he was shaking constantly, he was like a leaf swept into the ocean by the wind, the tide ebbed and the waves rolled, he was sent far away, sent to unknown land.

Come to think of it.

faster.

The sound of frantic footsteps and the rushing sound of the instrument came to his ears again, and Jiang Juan heard many people talking to him.

"do not sleep."

"Hold on, hold on a little longer."

"It was rescued the first time, and this time is fine. Your future is still very long, and your family is waiting for you. Don't give up."

do not sleep.

He didn't remember, he didn't remember anything.

He can't sleep.

It is really important for him to remember what he forgot, what he forgot.

Jiang Juan repeatedly warned himself, struggling desperately.

I don't know how long it has passed, in the boundless darkness, floating lights quietly penetrated, they danced non-stop, and finally merged into one, Jiang Juan saw the light again.

Shaky, bright light.

At this moment, Jiang Juan finally remembered what he forgot.

He promised a person would not abandon him.

He promised that Xue Fangli would not abandon him.

"The operation was successful."

These were the last words Jiang Juan heard before losing consciousness.

When I woke up again, it was already ten days later.

Jiang Juan sat up in a daze. He tried his best to identify it, making sure that it was a completely strange place, and stretched out his hand to touch his heart. There was no trace of a knife being opened.

Is it a dream?

He returned to the operating table, still in critical condition, but in the end the operation was a success.

"you're awake."

With a "creak", someone opened the door, and an old man in a ragged cassock swayed in with his hands behind his back. Jiang Juan looked up and recognized him immediately.

"Master Ananda..."

Ananda waved his hand and asked Jiang Juan, "How do you feel?"

Jiang Juan hesitated and said, "It's okay."

Ananda nodded, "That's good."

Jiang Juan wanted to ask him many questions, but he didn't know where to start, so he became quiet.

Ananda stared at Jiang Juan, and there was no philistine who asked Jiang Juan to spend money to eliminate disasters. In his eyes, there was wisdom that knew everything. Ananda smiled and said, "The poor monk is not a liar, right? Weak and unstable."

"……like."

Jiang Juan asked him, "Did you save me?"

Ananda replied, "You saved yourself."

"On the Jinghua Pagoda, if the benefactor hadn't pitied us, the old and the young, helpless and helpless, the second kalpa would not have been resolved. If the benefactor hadn't pitied the poor monk and his apprentice for being thin, and given him a piece of silver, he would not have led the way."

Jiang Juan was stunned, and Ananda said again: "The benefactor should not be from here, you should go back, the poor monk didn't want to see you, and he didn't want to make a move, but..."

After a pause, Ananda's expression was rather strange, as if recalling some unpleasant memories.

That day, when the man came to his thatched hut, his eyes were bloodshot, and his expression was even more ferocious. He stared at Ananda, like an evil ghost crawling out of a den of thousands of ghosts, extremely terrifying.

"Wake him up."

The man opened his mouth lazily, every word he said seemed to contain a smell of blood, and the meaning of warning was self-evident.

The knife was on Ananda's neck, and if Ananda refused, it would be wiped away immediately. What else could Ananda say, he could only sigh, "Forget it, the good cause he planted will naturally bear fruit." Good fruit."

Thinking of this, Ananda slowly said: "The love between the benefactor and His Majesty is as deep as the ocean, and the poor monk was moved when he saw it, so he came to help."

Jiang Juan asked: "My spirit is unstable, did you help me fix my spirit?"

Ananda didn't answer immediately, but just looked at Jiang Juan's wrist. Jiang Juan lowered his head, only to find that he was wearing a red string with an irregular bead strung on it.

"what is this?"

"Good stuff. You'll have to return it later."

Jiang Juan fiddled with it a few times, and Ananda said with distressed face: "Be gentle, be gentle."

Jiang Juan: "Can't you play?"

Ananda: "...Neither."

Ananda said without beginning or end: "I was afraid that he would come to the door and play tricks on him. In the end, he would lose his soul. He even smashed the shrine and took the relics of the patriarch to use."

Shelly?

Jiang Juan understood, he looked at the things on his wrist, and immediately didn't want to touch them again.

Ananda was still muttering: "People can still reason. What kind of thing is this? The reasoning doesn't make sense, and it's easy to kill. Like a ghost, the Buddha will be worried when he sees it."

Jiang Juan: "..."

Ananda's face turned blue when he mentioned this thing that the Buddha would worry about seeing, and he said to Jiang Juan seriously: "Suppress him well. In the future, you must take good care of evil spirits and don't let him cause trouble again. Quartet."

Jiang Juan could only reply, "I will try my best."

Now that he had finished what he needed to say, Ananda waved his sleeves and said as if to chase away mosquitoes: "Go quickly when you wake up. If you delay any longer, he will think you haven't woken up, and he will smash the poor monk's thatched hut again."

Jiang Juan was quite embarrassed, "I'm sorry..."

Knowing that Ananda was right, if he dawdled any longer, Xue Fangli might really embarrass others, so Jiang Juan got out of bed.

He supported the wall and walked a few steps. Suddenly, Jiang Juan remembered something and asked Ananda: "I stayed here, what about my home?"

Ananda replied, "When the poor monk takes back the relic, that's the day you go home."

Jiang Juan nodded, and there was one last question.

"I read a book and I came into this world. Is all this just a dream of mine? Or... is it real?"

In fact, Jiang Juan didn't know what to say.

He seemed to have had a dream and came to the world in the book, but it also seemed to be a dream, returning to what he called the real world, returning to the operating table, and even faced a near-death situation.

"I don't know if Zhou's dream is Hu Die Yu? Hu Die's dream is Zhou Yu?" Ananda smiled, "What is real? What is false?"

"Everything is false. All conditioned things are like dreams and bubbles, like dew or electricity①. Everything is real, every flower, every leaf, every grass and every tree, you can touch it, you can feel it, it exists here .”

Jiang Juan was dazed when he heard this, and Ananda said again: "One flower, one world, one leaf, one bodhi. In three thousand worlds, where your soul is, there is truth."

Jiang Juan seemed to understand a little bit, "Then... where is the original Jiang Juan?"

Ananda smiled mysteriously, "You are always you."

After finishing speaking, Ananda said to Jiang Juan, "Go, someone is here to pick you up."

Jiang Juan let out a "huh", thanked Ah Dian seriously and said goodbye before walking out of the thatched cottage.

Not far away, the man was tall and straight, pale and thin. Ever since Jiang Juan walked out, he had been staring at Jiang Juan, his jaw tensed and his lines sharp.

"I slept well."

Jiang Juan opened his mouth in a low voice.For him, it was just a coma, and during the coma, he lost the concept of time, but Xue Fangli did not.

A total of ten days.In these ten days, Xue Fangli never closed his eyes again, and every night, he had a splitting headache, losing his temper, he had endless anger, but he had nowhere to vent it, he could only wait and wait again and again.

Lifting his eyelids, Xue Fangli looked at Jiang Juan and said calmly, "Come here."

"it is good."

Jiang Juan smiled at him, walked a few steps first, and was probably really happy, so he threw himself into Xue Fangli's arms and hugged his waist, "My soul is fixed."

"Ah."

Jiang Juan: "Did you wait long?"

Xue Fangli: "Not long."

Jiang Juan said again, "I haven't forgotten."

Xue Fangli asked casually: "What?"

Jiang Juan replied slowly: "I will not abandon you."

Xue Fangli lowered his eyes.

His anomaly was obvious. He didn't pull Jiang Juan into his arms as usual. He didn't even wrap his arms around Jiang Juan's waist. He just looked at Jiang Juan.

Jiang Juan touched his face and comforted him seriously: "Don't be afraid, I will be with you and always be with you."

Xue Fangli asked him: "Aren't you going anywhere?"

Jiang Juan nodded, "Well, I'm not going anywhere except by your side."

After thinking for a while, Jiang Juan said softly, "Don't let me go, and I don't want to be let off by you."

Xue Fangli did not open his mouth. Under his calm expression, his limbs and bones were shaking, and the emotions hidden in the dark eyes were surging and intense to the extreme. The bloody smell spread in his mouth. Xue Fangli Coughed.

"you……"

Jiang Juan wanted to comfort him, but was frightened all of a sudden.

Xue Fangli's lips overflowed with blood, which was bright red and dazzling.

"A lot of blood."

Jiang Juan hurriedly wiped him with his hands, but was grabbed by Xue Fangli, and Xue Fangli squeezed his wrist tightly.

"You said it."

Xue Fangli's voice was hoarse, but his tone was harsh, "Stay by my side and not go anywhere."

"In this life, in the next life, in the next life...as long as I have you, I will never let you go."

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