Walking Through Fire for You

In the midsummer of July, the heat is unstoppable, the cicadas scream among the treetops, the sun spreads from the top of the head, the ground is hot, and a random gust of wind is suffocating.

Lin Luxiao held the car door with one hand, turned around, and the girl stood behind him. She was white, thin and tall, beautiful and eye-catching, and the sun would shine on her.

"What are you running?" Nan Chu asked again, raising his face.

Lin Luxiao folded his hands on his chest and leaned against the car door. The word "Chuan" on his brows showed that he was a little impatient at the moment. He glanced at Nan Chu, fetched a pack of cigarettes from his trouser pocket, took one, and lowered his head to inhale it. Asked back: "Do you know Lin Qi?"

Nan Chu nodded.

He dusted the ashes and continued to ask: "Where did you meet?"

"Milan."

He took another breath, his Adam's apple rolled, his eyes turned to one side, and he said casually: "Okay, the things are delivered, I'm leaving."

Nan Chu stretched out his hand to hold him.

The man's shirtless shirt was hard and strong, and she felt as if she had grasped an iron block.

She had a sudden heartbeat.

Lin Luxiao withdrew his hand, "Is there anything else?"

"Give me your call." Nan Chu stretched out a hand and flattened it.

Lin Luxiao lowered his head and glanced, the girl's palms were white and slender, her palm lines were clear, her fingers were slender, like the tips of teeth after a rain.

He retracted his gaze and his voice was extremely weak: "No phone."

"Then when are you on vacation?" Nan Chu looked at him persistently.

Lin Luxiao leaned on the car door and smoked. Hearing this, he squinted at her for a while, took the cigarette from her lips, bent down and looked up at her eyes, her facial features suddenly magnified, her sword brows filled with heroic air, her dark eyes, and her lips pressed In a straight line, but not smiling.

Not seen for many years, the momentum is even more compelling.

Pull in.

The air pressure gradually lowered, the man's breath entangled in front of him, and the sudden intimacy made Nanchu's conditioned reflex take a step back.

Lin Luxiao was still bending over, putting his hands in his trouser pockets.

He lowered his head and smiled, looked away mockingly, turned and pulled the car door to sit in.

Quiet afternoon.

The car started, rubbed the ground and rolled through a heat wave.

Immediately afterwards, a car drove out of the film and television base, and drove away in the anxious car exhaust.

...

When I met Lin Luxiao in the early Nanchu period, she was sixteen years old.

When Nanyue was flying all over the world, she was the only one at home. The wiring at some point was aging, causing a fire. When she woke up, the sky burst into flames and the smoke choked her nose. It was Lin Luxiao who rescued her from the fire. come out.

When she woke up, she was already in the hospital.

At that time, Nanchu had no brokerage team. When she woke up, she called Nan Yueru as soon as possible.

After a catastrophe of life and death, even though her mother was not close to her, Nanchu wanted to hear her mother's voice for the first time.

"Mom, there was a fire at home just now, but I'm fine now..."

The little girl timidly reported her safety while holding the phone, for fear of saying a wrong sentence to worry her mother.

Nan Yueru's voice on the phone couldn't hear emotion, "Injured?"

Nan Chu looked down at his ankle, "No, but there was a burn on the foot. The doctor said it might leave a scar."

"See if you can plant a piece of skin on it, I'm busy, I'll fight again when I have time."

It will always be like this.

I couldn't say three words, so I hung up.

Nan Chu was lost and hung up the phone. She knew exactly how Nan Yueru disliked her.

Years of grievance broke out in an instant.

When the head nurse found that Nanchu had disappeared, someone happened to rush in: "Hurry up! Hit 119, a little **** the rooftop is about to commit suicide."

The head nurse was frightened, "Who?"

The man panicked and couldn't remember the name of the little star, "It's the one who was sent in just now and fell into a coma!"

The head nurse's hands shook 119.

People were still dumbfounded when they were rescued from the rooftop in the early Nanchu period.

As soon as he looked up, he saw Lin Luxiao's handsome face.

He was wearing a dark fire-fighting suit, a helmet, and a cold face. When he saw Nanchu, he was obviously taken aback, "Why are you again?"

The moment Nanchu hung up the phone, he had thoughts of suicide.

But when she stood on the edge of the roof, her hands and feet began to tremble, and she didn't dare to move, so she stood stupidly for half an hour.

"Excuse me." Nan Chu bowed his head.

Lin Luxiao instantly understood that this was another temporary withdrawal, and he twitched, "You're welcome."

When he left, Nan Chu suddenly grabbed him.

Lin Luxiao looked back, the little girl stared with big eyes, and said with an urn: "Is there a place for the injured in your team? Or you can take me home, and I will give you the money."

She didn't know where she had the courage to make this request to a strange adult man, but at the time, she knew that Lin Luxiao's sense of security was her greed.

Lin Luxiao only felt that the girl's movie was funny, without any sense of crisis, so he smiled and teased: "I will take you home, do you dare?"

Unexpectedly, the little girl stood up bravely, "Dare!"

The teammates laughed, but Lin Luxiao gradually constricted his laughter.

And that year, Lin Luxiao was 24 years old, and he was also a half-sized guy who couldn't take care of him.

...

On Saturday, a silver-gray nanny car was driving north of the outskirts of Beixun City. The winding road was winding around and the ruts left marks in the dust.

Eight in the morning.

The car stopped on the hillside.

One person got out of the car and climbed up the hundred-level bluestone steps along the hillside.

The top of the Nine Blind Mountain, the Buddhist Taoist Temple.

Dawn shines in the mist, Nanchu dresses simply, wearing a white T with black trousers, a pair of straight and slender legs, and a gray letter cap on his head, walking along the winding mountain road to the depths of the forest. .

Passing through the verdant bamboo forest, you can faintly see the small red-brown cornices. When you reach the intersection, a red-brown plaque hangs horizontally on the gate tower. It is battered and sun-dried, and it is infinitely damaged, with square characters inlaid in the middle——

Green Zen Temple.

Jiu Blind Mountain, Qing Chan Temple, detached from the world, meditation like a garden.

Taoism and Buddhism are all connected with people.

This fate, everything is like this.

Nanchu took three incense sticks at the door and walked up the stairs to the small courtyard behind the temple, the square courtyard. The little nun walked by carrying a bucket and greeted her slightly.

In the center of the courtyard, stood a huge black censer tripod, blowing green smoke.

Nanchu lighted the incense and walked into the hall holding the incense stick. There was no one inside, the sandalwood was faint, and there were three futons at the door. Looking up, in the middle of the hall, the Buddha looked compassionate.

After the incense, Nanchu came to the Prajna Hall, and Pu Yan sat cross-legged.

Nanchu gave her a respectful salute, the people on Pu's case opened their eyes, waved towards Nanchu, and handed the futon.

"Looking at your complexion, it should be good these days," the host said.

The smell of sandalwood in the room was strong and smoky. Nanchu put the futon on it, sat cross-legged opposite her, and replied, "It's okay."

The host is nearly sixty years old and looks at her kindly, "Is sleep okay?"

Nan Chu nodded, "It's better."

The host was wearing a dark robes, put his hands in his sleeves, closed his eyes and said, "Is something on my mind?"

Nanchu shook his head.

The host seemed to be aware, still closed his eyes, and said quietly, "Every time you come back to me, you have something on your mind."

"I'll return the book." After that, Nan Chu pushed the scripture in his hand over.

The host glanced at him and didn't worry: "Or because of those who attacked you?"

"No."

The host closed his eyes and sighed and said nothing.

The room was quiet for a while.

The host asked again: "That's because of Captain Lin?"

This time, Nanchu was surprised: "You still remember him."

"If you have a fate, you will remember it."

The two had visited the incense once, and Lin Luxiao naturally did not believe this. He hadn't even stepped through the door at the time, and it was difficult for the host to remember.

After that, the little nun came in for tea.

When she went out and closed the door, Nanchu asked, "Is there any marriage relationship in Buddhism?"

Hearing this, the host turned to look at her for a while, "Yes."

"You said it." Nan Chu listened respectfully.

"All kindness will be impermanent. It is rare for a long time to be impermanent. From love to worry, from love to fear, if one is separated from the lover, there is no worry or fear."

The oil lamp was burning in the monastery, and the candle was light yellow. Nanchu stared at it for a while.

"...Is there any more?"

The host also said: "There are eight sufferings in life: birth, old age, sickness, death, separation of love, resentment and hatred, unwillingness to ask, cannot let go, all sufferings start from love."

At the beginning of the South, he helped his forehead, "I didn't order it?"

"The Buddhism is forbidden to do things between men and women. What do you want to hear from me?"

"..."

"I'm talking about Zen today. Let's listen together. It's still that sentence. If you can't plug other people's mouths, then cover your ears. The voice that attacks you will naturally disappear, and the evil will have its own retribution."

The two got down from Pu's case and walked out.

When he reached the door, Nanchu stepped out of the threshold and asked, "What about Captain Lin?"

The host didn't look back, "Are you asking for him or asking for yourself?"

"help him."

The host finally stopped, and looked back at her deeply, "I don't understand."

Nanchu immediately followed out and happened to meet the person who was welcoming.

There are two girls here, one with short hair and one with long hair. The girl with long hair has a pretty face. Her half-length hair is tied into a small bun and tied behind her head. She is wearing a bright yellow dress. Under the sun, she looks a bit garish at first glance.

The two rushed to host a salute. Rapunzel glanced at Nanchu, and then asked the host: "Host, can I ask for fate today?"

Nan Chu felt that the girl was familiar with her eyes, and she couldn't help but look twice before remembering that it was the female doctor in the hospital that night.

The host put his hands together and replied: "The marriage time has passed, you will come again next time."

The two looked at each other and refused to leave, "Host, you always say that!"

"Everything is about fate."

The two of them are mostly aware, a little annoyed, the short-haired girl wanted to talk to the host, but was pulled by the long-haired girl, "Time varies from time to time, do you rely on your own heart?"

The host smiled slightly: "Naturally not."

The host was determined not to ask them, and the two had to leave angrily.

When the two of them walked away, Nanchu asked quietly: "You know them!"

"The two girls who studied medicine have been here many times."

"Why don't you count them?"

"Buddha, if you believe in it, there will be nothing if you don't believe in it. They don't believe in the Buddha, but they come to pray for the Buddha. Do you think the Buddha can reason?

...

After listening to the meditation, the host left her to finish the fast meal, and it was already evening when she came down the mountain in the Southern Chu Dynasty.

The sunset glows all over the mountains.

The violin concert started at six o'clock, when the Southern Chu Dynasty arrived, the lights in the auditorium were turned off. She glanced, Lin Qi was already on stage with a violin between her neck.

Nanchu looked around four times, focusing on the last row.

She lowered the brim of her hat, catted over her waist, and said to the person in the line: "Take your feet, please."

The man did not move.

Nan Chu frowned and turned to look at him.

Lin Luxiao was leaning on the chair with her arms folded, her long legs opened lightly, and she looked at her loosely.

Coincidence.

"Captain Lin, take your feet."

He looked at her for two or three seconds before slowly retracting his foot.

Nan Chu walked in and sat down beside him.

The performance officially begins.

The sight of the person next to him has returned to the stage. Nan Chu looked at him sideways. He changed into casual clothes, simple white t and black pants. He was neat and tidy, but the tight jaw line seemed to say-Don’t come near. .

She is not a stranger.

Nanchu feels good about herself.

She stabbed him with her elbow.

No one moved.

At the beginning of the south, he stabbed again.

Still ignorant.

The man is motionless, like a sculpture.

The fifth time.

Lin Luxiao frowned his iconic Sichuan word brows and glanced at her warningly, meaning-you can be honest with me.

As a result, as soon as she turned her head, she saw the girl pulling her own t-shirt with a smug and playful look: "Team Lin, lovers shirt."