To die

(This is the second update. I will go to another place for an internship tomorrow, so I may not be able to update it. I suggest that everyone stop here and watch it tomorrow, so there will be no interruption =w=)

At the end of May, the weather has completely warmed up.

Lu Hanqian worked so hard for the first half month, and finally took two days off to take Lin Yan to Jingchan Temple.

Jingchan Temple is close to Lancheng, built on a mountain, and the environment is not bad.

There is an ancient tree of more than 400 years in the temple. It is said that it is very spiritual for seeking marriage. A row of shelves was specially built around the tree for winding red thread.

Two small iron plates, each with the names of the couple written on them, were connected with a red thread and wrapped around the shelf.

You can love three lives, and see you in the next life.

Lu Hanqian has received science education for many years, and has been studying for a master's degree at the University of Pennsylvania.

After being nurtured by Marxist materialism, he believes in such things, and he himself has no face to mention it to others.

But that was before meeting Lin Yan.

At this moment, Lu Hanqian stood at the entrance of the Buddhist hall of Jingchan Temple, and with a wave of his hand, he donated [-] incense money to others.

The abbot of the temple was not ashamed but not surprised, still looked at him with a benevolent smile, and asked softly:

"The benefactor is here, what do you ask for?"

Lu Hanqian couldn't speak directly, he just said vaguely: "It's nothing, just take a look."

Lin Yan stood beside Lu Hanqian, with a calm expression, and looked straight at the golden Buddha in the hall with no expression.

——This is actually a bit disrespectful, he didn't intend to kneel down, although he was looking up, his eyes were burning, as if he was staring closely.

"Almsgiver, do you...resent the Buddha?"

The little monk standing aside noticed it and asked Lin Yan hesitantly.

Lin Yan was slightly taken aback, turned his eyes lightly, and said indifferently:

"I hate life, I hate death, I hate the world, but I don't hate Buddha—"

"I don't have to hate him."

"why?"

"I never took refuge in him, and he refused to show mercy to me. What's the point of resentment?"

The corners of Lin Yan's lips curled slightly, as if smiling, but he said coldly:

"I used to believe in goodness, morality, and people's hearts, but now I don't believe in anything. I am already in hell."

His pupils were dark and silent, his cheeks were abnormally pale, and his eyes were lingering and dull.

It is like a traveler standing here exhausted after trekking through mountains and rivers, waiting for the arrival of the final destiny quietly and in compromise.

The little monk seemed a little relieved, and joined hands to bow to Lin Yan: "The Buddha will save you, benefactor. The Buddha loves the world."

Lin Yan chuckled softly, and mocked, "I've been waiting for him for too long. He doesn't have to come to pity me."

In the weather of May, the Sophora japonica flowers in the backyard of the temple have already bloomed.

The front yard is full of curling sandalwood, the slow and long sound of wooden fish, and the back yard is the elegant and dark fragrance of Sophora japonica.

Lin Yan was standing in front of the door, when the wind crossed the threshold and swayed in, blowing his hair slightly.

The little monk looked at Lin Yan, and suddenly felt that he seemed to be a white jade statue in an instant.

The eyes are clearly as clear as ice and snow, but they are full of lifelessness and sadness, like a handful of ashes after a burning incense candle.

Lu Hanqian was on the other side, chatting with the host for a while.

The host handed him two kits from his sleeve, and Lu Hanqian waved to Lin Yan.

"This is given by the host."

Lu Hanqian said: "He said that you can write down your wish on paper and put it in a bag. The blessings in the temple will last forever, and one day it will come true."

Lin Yan didn't seem very interested, but took it perfunctorily, and asked lightly:

"Can you write anything?"

Lu Hanqian coughed unnaturally:

"Of course. But the host said that seeking marriage is more accurate."

Lin Yan didn't say anything more, took the kit and went to the desk to write.

Lu Hanqian had already written it, but he was a little curious about what Lin Yan wrote.

Lin Yan was cold and indifferent, and he didn't like to talk. He didn't know what he was thinking about.

Lu Hanqian thought, would he seek marriage?Or seek peace and happiness?

When Lin Yan finished writing, he still wanted to take a peek.

"What did you write?"

Lu Hanqian tried to pick it up, but Lin Yan slightly avoided it, and handed it directly to the host.

He also asked Lu Hanqian: "What did you write?"

"..."

Lu Hanqian was choked and unable to answer.

The host looked at the two of them, and suddenly said: "You are his doom, he is your destiny... Maybe, he will die because of you."

However, both Lin Yan and Lu Hanqian were standing in front of him, and Lu Hanqian didn't realize for a while, who was this "he" referring to, and who was this sentence addressed to.

"what"

Lu Hanqian couldn't help asking.

However, the host stopped talking and refused to explain further.

Lu Hanqian and Lin Yan looked at each other, Lin Yan didn't care at all, he already knew that his life was near.

Lu Hanqian felt that the old monk was talking nonsense, and he was a little unhappy to say such unlucky words.Just endured and didn't show it.

There was also an iron plate of the Marriage Tree outside. The young monk wrote the names of the two of them, put them on a red brocade plate and sent them over, saying gently:

"Benefactor, you need to tie the red thread yourself."

Lu Hanqian looked at Lin Yan, but Lin Yan lowered his eyes and remained silent.

Lu Hanqian was a little embarrassed to do it himself, and felt that it was too embarrassing.But after a stalemate for a while, seeing that he didn't tie it, the iron card had to be taken back and put on the table, so he had to take it very awkwardly.

I don't know if it's because of being too nervous or not skilled, Lu Hanqian has been stringing the red rope for a long time, but he still can't tie it.

Until finally, he finally tied the knot, but the edge of the iron plate was too sharp, and suddenly cut a hole on his finger.

The dark red blood oozed out and landed on Lin Yan's name.

"...This is the fate you forced."

The host looked at this scene and whispered like a sigh.

"Forced fate is also fate."

Lu Hanqian didn't take it seriously, and put his thumb to Lin Yan's lips, wanting to caress his cheek.

Lin Yan misunderstood what he meant, and after a little hesitation, he stuck out his tongue and gently sucked the blood away.

The warm and wet tongue quickly licked from the fingertips, like some immature and timid little beast, trembling to please him.

Lu Hanqian felt as if he had been shocked by an electric current, and a tingling sensation traveled from his fingertips all the way to his brain.

His heart almost missed a beat.

The little monk held the wooden plate and tied the red rope to the shelf in front of the two of them.

Among the countless red threads fluttering slightly in the wind, there was theirs among them.

The little monk looked at them with a smile and said softly:

"Benefactor, the marriage of the third generation, we will meet again in the next life."

Lu Hanqian went to pick up the car. Hearing these words, Lin Yan's eyes were like a frozen wilderness stretching thousands of miles, without any joy.

After the little monk left, he stood there quietly for a while, then walked slowly to the iron frame, looking down at the red line in front of him.

His name was stained with blood, which was very obvious among the dense iron plates.

Lin Yan held his iron plate, slowly tightened it, and under the persistent pull, suddenly broke away from the red line with a "chuss".

During the movement, the rest of the signs were scratched, making a "ding ding ling ling" sound, like the aftertaste of some kind of chime bell.

Lin Yan walked to the edge of the lotus pond, and threw his iron plate into it blankly.

It entered the water with a "crash", and soon sank to the bottom of the pool, out of sight.

Marriage for three lives, see you in the next life...?

Lin Yan thought indifferently: No need.

In this life, because of Lu Hanqian, he already hated himself for living too long.

Lu Hanqian took the car, stopped at the door, and honked the horn.

When Lin Yan got into the car, he was still a little curious and couldn't help asking:

"The kit just now...what the hell did you write?"

Lin Yan didn't answer, just smiled, not knowing what it meant:

"...you don't want to know."