wrap around a little monk

Many nights when she was alone, Han Zhilan wrote and drew on the ground with a long stick by the light of the fire.

He had a hippie smile on his face, "Monk, can you sing?"

The monk paused, "I only know how to knock wooden fish."

"Oh." Han Zhilan looked a little disappointed, he stared blankly at the fire, not knowing what to do.

The monk took out the wooden fish. He doesn't understand the world, but he is not so unkind.

"Boom boom boom boom!" Although his voice was clumsy, he had a clear heart.

Because what the monk thinks about is no longer the scriptures, but the Book of Poems, which have been suppressed for many years under the bookshelves in the temple.

The monk has seen it.

poo.

Han Zhilan suddenly turned around and looked at him for a while, smiling again.Then, tacitly, the long stick was drawn to the starry sky overnight.

On the second day, the monk got up early and saw that it was Baizhi and Youlan.

It's a pity he couldn't understand it at the time.

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That ghost later used his three souls and two souls in exchange for the power of revenge.

The price is to wait for the ashes to disappear and not enter the cycle of reincarnation.

But he was unwilling to go, so he entangled this monk.

A phantom of love, hatred, hatred and ignorance all my life, in the end I still like to be with a clean person.Later, he couldn't bear to let him see how miserable he was.

He said: "I was sick and afflicted during my lifetime, but after my death I feel relaxed, and I no longer need to drink pungent bitter medicine."

The monk held him in his arms, as if he was afraid that someone would slip through his fingers.

That ghost is very weak now, so weak that he can't even hold a long stick.

"In the final analysis of my life, I owe two people, Han Xuanzhi, and you. I don't know his feelings, but I don't dare to you." He raised his head to meet the monk's eyes: "You say I Is it a scourge, a chance encounter after death, robbing you of half of your life's joy, will you hate me?"

His eyes were eager: "Will you hate me?"

The monk's tears flowed down again, he whimpered, and his throat made a hoarse voice: "Don't go, I..."

"Huh?" Han Zhilan was waiting for him to speak.

The monk said, "I'll knock the wooden fish for you."

Han Zhilan turned her head immediately after hearing this, not letting the monk see her tears in his eyes.

"Why are you so stupid?" he thought to himself, it seems that I am really guilty.

Yes, the love is ruthless, so I am stupid.

"Do you know what I'm most grateful for?" Han Zhilan looked at him, just smiled, and then disappeared.

He was glad that he only moved his heart for him.

Living in this world, there has been gratitude and hatred, and there is love after death. It turns out that there is no unparalleled road, and there will still be someone who will treat him tenderly in the end.

Love, it's so simple as hell.

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King Zhou Ping went crazy.

He said that that night, he met Han Zhilan, who came and drew two things on his window paper, Angelica dahurica and Youlan.

He put on his jacket and ran down, crying and calling his name: "Zhilan! Zhilan!"

The result is that a piece of clothing can't be grasped.

Han Zhilan smiled slightly, it was a succubus.

The monk went to see him in the future, and he hugged all the paintings he had by Han Zhilan, and said to the monk, "Would you forgive me if you said him?"

The love is so deep that I can't bear the word of regret.

The monk just sighed softly.Han Zhilan would not be a sinful name, because he wrote his story into a story and put it in the Tongxi county annals.

Isn't that what the living can do for the dead?

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Later, he still caught ghosts, as if that person never appeared.

But he's just used to looking backwards, always followed by a half-human, half-ghost guy.Then one day the guy was gone, he couldn't see it, so he felt empty.

There was a store where he bought five steamed buns, but he couldn't eat them anyway.

So he put it in a square bag, and it became moldy every day, Zhilan, why didn't you eat it?

In the square bag, there is a small kit.The kit contained Han Zhilan's skull ashes, which was the only tangible thing he gave him, and what else was a bad relationship.

Walking back and forth from all over the world, you must do two things when you come to Tongxi, see the tung flowers and taste the tea in Tongxi.

A son set up a painting booth under the tung tree, cooking wild tea picked randomly from the mountain.

The monk went early, drank three big bowls, and then took the person away.

Don't meet others, that person will give him a lot of blessings, but it will also bring him a lifetime of calamity.

And he will give him stability for the rest of his life.I will sit under the tung tree, you express your love for the landscape in the painting, and I will knock on the wooden fish for you.

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