Chapter 70 Chapter 69 One Tree, One Flower, One Bodhi

Ah Heng often wonders whether memories can never fade away?If not, it would be too scary.This means that she will never be able to forgive herself. Those scenes kept turning in my mind. "Aheng, no matter where you go, you are not allowed to let your dad take the plane, you understand?" That was her mother, with a serious and serious expression. Ah Heng nodded, nodded vigorously with gentle eyes, and she said, "Mom, I remember." Mom rubbed her hair and was busy packing their clothes. After a long time, she said again: "Don't forget, the ban, absolutely! Say it to me again."

Aheng looked at her, and repeated it earnestly, word by word: "Absolutely, no, let Dad take the plane." Like a child learning to speak for the first time, and then carefully asked, "Why?" Her mother gave a hug, gently, and smiled: "Ah, that, your father—" But her father coughed lightly at the side, called "Yun Yi" and interrupted her, picked up the travel bag, took Ah Heng's hand, nodded, and walked away.Mother looked at them, even the back seemed to become warm. In her heart, her parents are standing in the same picture and deeply in love with each other, completely belonging to Wen Heng, it seems that there is only this moment.

She stopped in front of the grave in the cemetery, crouched and looked at the black and white photo on the tombstone quietly.Handsome, rough, upright, and a man, this man who gave her life, deeply in love with her father, a man and woman surnamed Wen, was how she defined him in his short life. Oh, and I forgot one more sentence: a sad man who was killed by his own daughter. Dead, death, the depth of this vocabulary was also taught to her by him. Even, it cannot be refuted. He said: "Don't tell your mother, she should be proud. This is a secret that belongs to our father and daughter, a secret that only me and my little Aheng know."

Two years later, on January 8th, the last day of her stay in City B, heavy snow fell in the unending cold day, and the sky and the earth were vast. The writing on the inscription had long been blurred in the snow. She gently wiped off the snow with her hands, sliding her fingertips over the uneven lettering. She is the one who has no right to participate in the erection of the monument, although the person who will lie here forever gave her the surname Wen. She laughed, thinking it was the end, but when her fingers moved to the next line, they froze. The solitary six characters, beautiful italics, sharp and piercing, are the result of repeated seal cutting.

She had a sore nose, and hugged the tombstone, her drooping forehead pressed against the biting cold, and the corners of her clean sleeves were stained with snow, suddenly cold. She thought that she had only walked a turning distance, but when she looked around, it was a vast ocean. Parting in life, if it's not that you can't ask for it at the time of parting, then can I understand that you and I are still alive when parting? Not far away came the sound of deep and shallow footsteps, thick and dull in the snow. Aheng Saxue paved her footprints and walked behind a big tree in the opposite direction. A row of tombstones in front completely blocked her.

In this weather, very few people come to the cemetery.She poked her head out gently and saw the backs of a group of five people.Holding an umbrella, the snow is not very clear, only two men and three women can be distinguished. They stopped and stood where she had been. The leading woman put away her umbrella, held a bouquet of flowers, and placed it in front of the grave.There were white flowers in her bun, and she said bitterly, "An Guo, the children and I came to see you." The young couple behind them knelt down, weeping uncontrollably in the cold snow. Such honest and sad tears are really...enviable.

Ah Heng looked at them, and only remembered the endless indifference. It seemed that when they left her, they were not as sad as they were at the moment. The silent mother, the mother who remained indifferent after she knelt in front of Wen's house for two days and one night. Frowning Siwan, at last she only said "A Heng, that's enough, mom doesn't want to see you now", and then closed the door tightly. Sil looked at her with pity in his eyes, like watching the dying life of a kitten or a puppy.She said: "I told you, don't be wishful thinking. Family love, love, friendship, in this dirty compound, don't be wishful thinking. I told you." Falling from her hand, It is a notice from Z University.

The wind blows the snow, stretches violently, buries the past, and spins in the sky with sorrow and joy. In the wind, only thin syllables remained of the voice in the distance, passing into her ears intermittently.Mother Wen embraced the couple standing in the back row, and said, "An Guo, you don't have to worry, Xiaoxi has a girlfriend, she is a good girl. Today I made a special trip to bring her to see you, no better than our Ah Hengcha, rest assured." That pair of men and women, a black-haired boy in a brown coat was holding an umbrella, and a petite girl stood beside him, holding on to the hem of his clothes, in a playful and dependent posture.

The girl teased: "Yanxi, your ex-father-in-law has recognized me, and you can only marry me in this life, do you understand?" Yan Xi. Yan... hope. Ah Heng thought, this name sounds really nice. When she was a childhood sweetheart, she often wrinkled her face and pointed fingers at the people around the world: "Ah, let me tell you, Yan Xi is annoying, really, really annoying." It's the little thought of holding the baby in her hand, and can't help showing off her baby's goodness to the world, but she is afraid that others will covet her instead of accusing her.

In fact, Yan Xi is very good. Ah Heng lowered his head, sucked his nose, but there were tears in his eyes.He turned around and wanted to leave, but he stepped into the tree hole without hesitation, startled the crows that were nesting on the dead branches, and flew around the tree in the snow in a black cloud. Afraid of attracting attention, Ah Heng shrank inward.Fortunately, the tree hole was big enough. "Is anyone there?" It was Sil's voice. Approaching footsteps. Ah Heng's lips were a little dry, his pupils constricted, and he stared out. A pair of brown leather boots, getting closer.It was so close that she could even see the creases of the jeans at the knees of this man.

Finally, stop. She lowered her face, turned deeper into the darkness, covered her nose with her hand, and suppressed her breathing.But he heard the breathing of the person who came, panting slightly in the snow. He stared at the tree hole and clenched his fists. "Yanxi, what is it?" Sier asked. He completely covered the tree hole, turned his back to block Sier's sight, with a blank expression on his face, and said flatly: "I can't see clearly, it should be a wild rabbit's nest." "Oh, really? I like little rabbits the most, how cute little rabbits are." Sil was suspicious, and stepped forward to see clearly. Ah Heng looked over through the weak light, the boy's coat looked very warm. He moved away, crossed his arms, and raised his eyebrows: "Maybe it's a weasel, and a weasel is cute too." Si'er's face changed, and he glanced at it from a distance, but it was so dark that he couldn't see clearly, turned around, and walked away. The faint fragrance of milk lingering in the nostrils, the familiarity and peace of mind that can be embraced by reaching out. Ah Heng felt his heart was blocked. Can't move, absolutely... can't move. He stood quietly holding the umbrella handle, looking at the tree hole for a long time, in a trance, even his big eyes became gentle.Finally, he silently put down the umbrella in his hand, then took off his leather gloves, bowed, and gently placed it at the tree hole. Turn around, lonely footprints, all the way forward. A tree and a flower, under the bodhi tree, pass by, stand still and become a Buddha.This time, really, really, I don't know you. In the distance, the petite girl threw a snowball at him, with a flying smile: "Yanxi, I didn't expect you to be so caring about small animals. I like you more and more, what should I do?" what to do? Yan Xi wiped the snow off her face, lowered her head, and said indifferently: "Then you like it." When Ah Heng returned to City H, it was Gu Feibai who took the opportunity. He looked at her with his usual calm face, but his brows and eyes were quite cold. "Where did you go?" he asked. Ah Heng thought about it. He spent the first six days reading in the hotel, and went to the grave on the last day. There was nothing to write home about, so he summed it up simply: "Just strolled around." Seeing the umbrella in her hand, Gu Feibai said lightly, "Is it snowing a lot in City B?" Ah Heng nodded slightly, humming. He squinted: "It's not like yours. Don't you always hate pink?" Ah Heng chuckled: "A kind person who loves wild animals dropped it, and I just picked it up." Gu Fei smiled lightly: "I don't know if there are bacteria in other people's things, so how can you pick them up randomly? Throw them away." Ah Heng froze in place. He said: "I can buy thousands of them, and I will give you one for three hundred and sixty-five days. How about throwing this one in the trash can?" Ah Heng frowned, listening to Gu Feibai's words, it seemed to be provocative. "Why, aren't you willing to throw it away?" Gu Feibai glanced at her coldly. Ah Heng handed him the umbrella and smiled lightly: "Throw it away. You can do whatever you like." Gu Fei looked at her in vain, and said in an emotionless voice, "What about you, are you going to let me handle it too?" Ah Heng took a step back with a smile on his face, but there was no smile at all: "Fei Bai, this joke is not funny. You know, I am flesh and blood, equal and free as you, and I have no reason to let you dispose of me." Gu Feibai put his hands in his pockets, lowered his head, and smiled for a while, "I want to hug you like a soap opera, and give you a kiss that can't breathe, and it's fine if you die or I die. But, Wen Heng, you are so boring." Ah Heng was stunned, ah, and then he smiled: "Fei Bai, this is not our way, only instant love with a very fast pace of life requires kisses to ignite passion." The small light in Gu Feibai's eyes was instantly extinguished and dimmed: "But, there is no passion between us." He opened his mouth, making up his mind to say something, but Ah Heng smiled and said in a low voice, "Fei Bai, if you have anything to say, you can talk about it later. Well, you can do it after midnight on January 10. Right now, I'm very tired." As the plane took off not far away, it boomed and covered all sound sources. She looked into Gu Feibai's eyes, coughed lightly, a blush appeared on her face, the gentleness of the landscape, a little embarrassment and seriousness. She said: "I am really suitable to be a wife. Ignore the enthusiasm, can you seriously think about it?"