Chapter 16 Sixteen, karmic debt

The encounter between people is a beautiful flower event and a full moon, but no matter how beautiful the beginning is, it will eventually come to an end.When the fate is exhausted, it is determined to turn around. At that time, no one can hold back. The encounter between people is a beautiful flower event and a full moon, but no matter how beautiful the beginning is, it will eventually come to an end.When the fate is exhausted, it is determined to turn around. At that time, no one can hold back.Knowing that it will be parting in the end, why bother to ask how long we have been together, why bother to blame who has failed whom.In the face of emotions, no matter what we do, we are weak. Some people claim to be able to dominate emotions, but in the end they are still teased by it.

Perhaps we should believe that every time Su Manshu has a relationship with a woman, it is out of inner love.All along, he has lived so authentically. A person who lives a real life with the utmost affection and nature will definitely not live in the world wearing a hypocritical mask.But Su Manshu gave the world the feeling that he tirelessly moved between the women he loved.Indulging my emotions uncontrollably, and choosing to escape uncontrollably, what is the purpose of running so desperately?Could it be that fate really set him up with many confusions and obsessions?Let him live in a non-monkic way, free and easy but hesitant, happy and helpless.

Some people say that the cassock that Su Manshu wears is a prop for him to walk in the world.It was the cassock that gave him a legend, it was the cassock that gave him an excuse to escape from the world, and it was the cassock that allowed him to escape the condemnation of everyone again and again.If there is no cassock, he is no longer a monk, but a suave and romantic young prodigal son, who writes poems and lyrics, and seeks flowers and asks willows.Because of this cassock, Su Manshu's poems are always inseparable from the Zen Buddha and the Bodhi Mirror.His love poems incorporate Zen, so he is called a love monk by the world, although many times, he has already lost his qualifications to be a monk.

He let his emotions go wild, but he has a limit. Su Manshu has loved and hurt countless women in his life, but he only loves them for his soul, and has never had physical intercourse with them.As a young man, facing such a beautiful family, he can be so calm, which is beyond the reach of ordinary men.Perhaps because of this distance, Su Manshu can be relatively frank and decisive every time he leaves.He neglected that what he robbed were the hearts of those women, and they gave their hearts in exchange for indifferent backs.Nothing is more important than the heart, maybe what these women care about is not the chastity of the body, but the betrayal of the heart.Especially the brothel singers, they have tasted the warmth and coldness of the world, and what they long for most is to get a man's sincere care.Su Manshu gave them hope, but ruthlessly took it away. What he has to do, perhaps, is to repent before the Buddha.

Perhaps from the beginning to the end, the woman named Baizhu never blamed Su Manshu, even though the door of her heart was knocked open by him, he was still lingering outside the door, never staying, and kept away inexplicably.She thought that she could obey a man from now on and add to his red sleeves, but in the end she became an actor again.Back to the noisy stage, continue to play the zither music that no one can understand.Maybe in this life, she doesn't want a man to understand her zither, because there is only one soulmate in the world, and if she misses it, she won't look back.She would rather grow old alone than a hopeless love.

She can't forget the hurt Su Manshu gave her, let alone the kindness Su Manshu gave her.That afternoon, that evening, that night, and the strong aroma of coffee that filled the room are still lingering.And she needs to rely on these fragrances and warmth to support her journey after she finishes walking.It's really sad, when she never met Su Manshu, although she was lonely, at least she had nothing to hold her heart.Ever since she had a heart-to-heart encounter, she could never go back to the beginning. Even if the heart lake that was teased by willow branches stopped rippling, it was no longer as calm as before.So, there are some loves that cannot be missed, but if a person has no love and no chance, is he too poor?Just like a plum tree growing in the deep mountains, from birth to old age, it is proud of the snow every year, even if it is magnificent, no one cares about it.What's the use of such beauty?It would be better to be an ordinary grass, growing in a dark and damp corner, living humblely without any complaints.

However, this woman named Baizhu left a deep mark on Su Manshu's heart.The time they spent together was as short as the distance between lights flickering out. To be precise, they met only in a zither song, and met in just one afternoon.We should believe that love at first sight is always more desirable and memorable than love at first sight.How many people can't fall in love at first sight in their whole life, but Su Manshu can't deny that his love for Baizhu is love at first sight.He had fallen in love with other women before, but it was not as deep and vivid as this time.She is a dancing butterfly, her wings are the jumping notes, the flowing zither music, and the agile thoughts.That kind of astonishing and glamorous beauty easily captured Su Manshu's heart.

He asked himself that he was a man who was used to beauties, but he still couldn't stop her from nodding her head and lowering her eyebrows.She asked herself that she was a woman with a heart as quiet as jade, but she was warmed by his smile and crushed by his eyes.The happy ending between the two should be to hold the hand of the son and grow old together with the son, but Su Manshu prefers not to be born, he is afraid that he will betray the Tathagata and the Qing.A cloud that looks free and easy, and a lone goose that looks brave, but its heart is as thin as paper, so cowardly that it doesn't know what to do.When he left proudly, his heart was trembling, the mixed emotions of fear and reluctance, only he could taste it himself.Su Manshu seems to be used to this way, used to hasty meeting and parting, used to directing all stories into tragedies.

This is his doom, it has nothing to do with people, but it hurts so many hearts.He builds dreams in other people's hearts, and escapes in haste before he wakes up from the dream.But he wasn't proud of it, but it hurt so much.Such entangled emotions make the audience feel at a loss, but they seem to be poisoned, looking forward to the next chapter of his life.Perhaps Japanese cherry blossoms really have a different charm, and some of the deepest emotions in Su Manshu's life were given to cherry blossoms.But the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River brought him more of a kind of confusion, like a dream, but not unforgettable.

Su Manshu fled to Java, Indonesia, thinking that by exiling himself to the ends of the earth, he would be able to forget the past lightly.Wandering thoughts are often scratched by a simple landscape, but no pain can be seen on his handsome face.In the eyes of the world, Su Manshu is a free and easy crazy monk and an elegant poet. The cassock conceals his inner confusion, but his poetry makes him have many envious eyes.In fact, Su Manshu is greedy for food and sleep, pleasure, and beauty, but he will not neglect his pursuit of life and revolution because of this.He can make the barren land bloom overnight, and he can also make the colorful flowers wither in an instant.

In Java, Indonesia, Su Manshu worked as an English teacher in a Chinese school in Java, which was the headquarters of the Restoration Society in Nanyang.During this period of time, his heart could not be calm because of missing Baizhu. Whenever the evening wind blew through his clothes, he knew that he had really lost her completely.Mix a cup of strong coffee, listen to a flowing zither music, release your emotions, and let yourself fall into deep memories, alone, thinking about it all night.There are so many regrets that cannot be picked up, and so many lovesickness that cannot be talked about.All of this can only be handed over to the text collection and stored in the scrolls of life, not because he is afraid of forgetting each other, but because he really needs to completely release the emotions stored in his heart. one one These days, Su Manshu writes poems day and night.He wants to convey the trembling feelings in his heart to the words, and brew the broad blue sea and sky in the poems.He wrote ten skill poems, expressing his yearning for Baeksuke and his helplessness in the cassock.He sighed: "It's over for me to be a zither tuner, and let others play the zither." He has too many women, but he seems to have an unspeakable affection for the zither tuner.This Japanese girl sneaked into his heart in the shortest time. Although she was still lost, she left a deep impression on the accidental encounter.