Chapter 8 8. Encounter

Every day, everyone, in every city, different stories happen. When the lights first come on, the lights of thousands of families light up different lives. The cool autumn rain is falling outside the window, which means that there will be another parting tomorrow, the parting with the fallen leaves.A person has lived a stable life for a long time, longing for the backs of those hurriedly coming and going in front of the door, and also hoping that his life can be variable and not be wasted by the years.But a secular prodigal son looks forward to the day when he can stop and the soles of his shoes will no longer be stained with dust from all over the world.What a life of contradictions!Any change is to find the perfect excuse for yourself.Maybe we were all poor people in the past, but when we are rich, we find that we have lost the simple happiness of the past.In this autumn with fallen leaves, how many people fell into deeper confusion and were too sad to control themselves.

When the last fallen leaf died this autumn, Su Manshu left Jinling, where he had indulged for several months, and Yingying and Yanyan by the Qinhuai River.When he came, he knew that there would be a parting, so he never made an oath to any beauty.Maybe it will be easier to go this way, no matter whether there is fate to see you in the future, just remember the beauty you once had.The most feared thing in a person's life is to owe a love debt. Everything in the world can be sold and traded with each other. Only emotions are so real that they cannot be desecrated. A love debt that consumes a lifetime of effort may not be able to repay it.

There is always a banquet in life, happy reunion, sad parting, in fact, it is just a chance encounter on the road, we walked together for a certain distance, and when we turned a corner, we said treasure, so it is considered calm and breezy.Whether it is Su Manshu or those brothel kabukis, they are used to seeing parting.After cleaning up the mess, it will be a new beginning, just like the dead tree outside the window will grow new shoots, so we don't have to wait wishfully for the ending that has gone away. Su Manshu took off the colorful clothes of youth and put on cassock again. He came to Hangzhou and lived in Baiyun nunnery beside the West Lake.The West Lake is picturesque, and all the beauty in the world cannot match the mountains and rivers here.Many years ago, when Su Manshu met West Lake for the first time, he knew that he must have been here in his previous life and had a beautiful agreement with the water of West Lake.Sometimes, natural landscapes understand emotions better than humans, and how many people have dedicated their lives to landscapes and plants.West Lake is speechless, but it is so charming at any time.It collects the dreams of many people and is enriched by the stories of countless people.

Lin Hejing, who lived in seclusion in the lonely mountain of the West Lake, lived his whole life as a wife and a son as a crane. After coming here, he never left this landscape.There is also Su Xiaoxiao from West Lake. Before she died, she left such a shocking sentence: "Born in Xiling, dying in Xiling, and buried in Xiling, I will finally live up to my obsession with mountains and rivers." This humble kabuki died proudly in West Lake, with a flowery smile when she stopped breathing.Su Manshu also went to Su Xiaoxiao's tomb to mourn this beautiful woman and felt sorry for her. At that time, he didn't know that he had an indissoluble relationship with this beauty who had been separated for thousands of years.They have never met, but they are destined to be together after death, and they will never leave each other like shadows.

Over the years, Su Manshu has been to many famous mountains and ancient temples, but he has the deepest affection for West Lake Baiyun Nunnery.Maybe it's because of his love for the West Lake, maybe it's because of the Yuelao Temple in Baiyun Nunnery, or the couplet at the gate of the temple: May all lovers in the world be married;Su Manshu is like this, he believes in all marriages and chances, so whenever he sees these words, his heart will skip a beat.I believe that Yuelao Temple is the deepest reason why he likes Baiyun Nunnery, and the sycamore tree in the nunnery, as well as those old and dead cicadas, repeat a kind of sadness and joy every year.

However, Su Manshu did not come to Baiyun Nunnery to practice meditation, nor to ask Yue Lao to give him a relationship.He is a frequent visitor to Baiyun Nunnery, and every time he comes to escape the chaos, let himself find the liberation of his soul in the morning bell and evening drum.But he didn't seem to be living a chic life. He didn't invite his confidant to drink with the waves of the West Lake, and he didn't accompany the kabuki to walk in the West Lake hand in hand under the moon.West Lake is a place suitable for indulging in romance. Everyone who has been here wants to have a relationship here and leave a relationship on the broken bridge. I hope that after many years, when the wind and rain return one day, West Lake can deliver the feelings that were collected back then.

I always felt that Su Manshu must have had an unforgettable love with a certain kabuki in West Lake, a woman as magnificent as Su Xiaoxiao.It's April in the world, when he hits a horse on the street, the horse's hoof splashes all over the ground.His horse startled the oil wall cart that was slowly approaching, and the singing beauty on the cart, "The spring flowers and autumn moon are just like each other, and my concubine's surname is Su who lives in Xiling..." She is not Su Xiaoxiao, but she has the same personality as Su Xiaoxiao. The same charming demeanor.Su Manshu was captured by her stunning face, and it was another fateful catastrophe, none of them could escape.A green horse, an oil wall cart, and a pair of jade men are inseparable by the West Lake.The love stories throughout the ages are the same, they start with the most romantic colors, but most of them end with tragedies.

For the sake of Ruan Yu, Su Xiaoxiao rejected all the men who admired her, and stayed alone in Xiling Xiaolou.After the man had a good time with her, he packed his bags and left. In the end, he didn't even send a letter back.Hongyan went back and forth countless times, but couldn't bring any news related to him. A generation of confidante Su Xiaoxiao couldn't get sick because of a fickle man, and finally died in Xiling and buried her bones in Xiling.Only the landscape of the West Lake, Qinyue of the West Lake, did not disappoint her.Su Manshu is also a prodigal son, his whereabouts are erratic, and he will definitely be the one who disappoints his beauty in the end.This reminds me of Huizhou women, who will endure the pain of parting soon after they marry into their husband's family.Most Huizhou men go out to do business. If they are lucky, they can return to their hometown in a few years.Unlucky, some people spend their whole lives wandering abroad, or even die in a foreign land.And these women, leaning against a small window in the horse's head wall, waited silently for a lifetime.

Every day, everyone, in every city, different stories happen. When the lights first come on, the lights of thousands of families light up different lives.Today I am telling other people's old stories here, tomorrow who will weave me into his story?No one knows which woman Su Manshu fell in love with in West Lake back then. History has hidden too much truth, and after countless people's pen and ink deletions, it has lost the flavor of the past.Maybe I am not sure how vivid and moving his story is, but at least I can know the color of this character in that era and his extraordinary personality charm.Just like the story of the sinking of too many people in the West Lake, which has not changed for thousands of years, it will also be forgotten because of the overflow of the Qiantang River when the tide rises.In the end, there were only a few thrilling incidents left.

There is a monk Yizhou in Baiyun nunnery, who once recorded the situation of Su Manshu living in the nunnery. "Su Manshu is such a weird person. He comes and goes without a trace. He comes suddenly and goes quietly. When you eat, he sits down and walks away after eating. The nunnery borrowed money and sent the money to a brothel in Shanghai. After a few days, someone brought a lot of foreign sweets and cigarettes from Shanghai, so he didn't want to eat. He hid upstairs alone, eating sweets and smoking. " What a simple paragraph, fluent and natural, we read it easily, but we don't know whether to complain or blame this monk for his absurd behavior.Walking on Su Causeway with straw sandals and broken bowls, wandering on the broken bridge and snow, a downcast and wandering poet, an idiot who lost his past life and can’t find this life, doesn’t know what he is looking for and what he wants to get.Baiyun Nunnery is his shelter from the wind and rain temporarily. He does not meditate, knock on wooden fish, or chant scriptures. He just hides in a small building and lives a decadent life.Perhaps it was because of his talent, because he had a kind of desolation that people dare not look at, so the abbot and other monks here also developed a lot of tolerance and compassion for him.In front of the Buddha, no one wants to argue too much with a wandering passerby.

Another long winter, the West Lake has snowed a few times this year, and the lonely hermit named Lin Hejing in the Song Dynasty has long been silent.There is only an old crane and a few plum trees waiting on the lonely mountain, whispering an old story to the passers-by.Before spring came, Su Manshu plucked a branch of plum blossoms and came to Su Xiaoxiao's tomb to send fragrant blessings to this beautiful woman.This is the only thing Su Manshu can do, because he will leave here again when everything wakes up. Riding the horse and whipping the whip, leaving behind a love affair in the West Lake, Su Manshu always remembers that he is a wandering lone goose.He can build a nest anywhere, but he cannot cocoon himself like a silkworm chrysalis.Wearing straw sandals, holding a broken bowl, and carrying a volume of poems, he sang lonely along the way.No one knows where he really came from, but those who met him will never forget him.