Chapter 26 Twenty-six, send away

When they met by chance, they threw ice hearts into the jade pot and looked at each other quietly over a cup of tea.Then continue to wander, you are domineering, and I am dull until death. Time is really a ruthless executioner, there is no yesterday on the blade, and no tomorrow.A vigorous youth is no matter how you squander it, time is still so firm that it refuses to collapse.A person whose green years have come to an end, no matter how careful you are, you still can't keep half an inch of time.Be a simple person and let your thoughts be impoverished, and you may have less unnecessary troubles.Or be a person with profound thoughts, who can accommodate all phenomena in the world, and can be calm and calm in the face of any situation.

People live in the world, and they really don't ask for much, but they just wander around the rivers and lakes to make a living.When you are young, you may still be full of fantasies and expectations about life, imagining that you will be a rich man in the future, have the purest emotions in the world, live in your dream house, and live a happy life with your loved one.When you are really in the turbid waves of the world, you find that everything in the world is not what you think. You have accommodated your life countless times, until the last bit of principle will be exhausted.I don’t know when the determination to die with a sword in the past has disappeared. When the flood of years has drowned a full heart, will you still look forward to the happiness of facing the sea and spring flowers blooming?

It is said that only when you know your destiny at fifty will you start to worry that time will pass you by too quickly, but Su Manshu, who has just passed by, is no longer so sharp.A person can predict the direction of fate by the lines of his palms. It is not that he has the supernatural ability to know the past and the future, but he has comprehended the mystery of fate in advance and grasped the laws of life, old age, sickness and death.Su Manshu knew that his comprehension was higher than that of ordinary people, not to mention his talents, he had been a monk in a temple anyway, and he had been working together for a few years.Although he does not have the ability to know the past and the future, he has a strong premonition of his own destiny, just like those eminent monks who have passed away can predict that they will not survive tomorrow.

Some people put on their clothes, write off the front, and wait quietly for a peaceful death.Some people are ready to go, obey the arrangement of life, and start a long journey of life.People who leave this world, remember to set a fire when they leave, and burn all the memories left in this world.The living people are tossed together with the dust, walking in the corners of the city, flying in the cracks of time, until one day, they stab their own hearts with a sharp knife. In February 1917, 34-year-old Su Manshu lived in West Lake, Hangzhou.West Lake is a paradise in the dreams of ordinary people. Many lonely travelers want to sink into the lake and have a pleasant conversation with the past history when they see this beautiful and picturesque lake and mountains.Yes, it should be pleasurable, because of the intelligence and gentleness of the lake, and your thoughts will churn when you fall into the lake.The clear water can filter your tiredness and nourish your cracked soul. In the secular world, maybe you are a stingy person and never give up your own interests easily, but at this moment you are willing to dedicate everything to the lake water, including the most precious life.

Su Manshu asked himself that he is a person who does not talk about life and death lightly. He believes that only by being alive can he do meaningful things in life.Everything he does, such as revolution, such as painting, such as writing poems, even practicing Zen and falling in love, is to prove the existence of life, not simply existing, but vividly existing.But when he saw a lake of clear water, the only thing he wanted to do was to perish until death like the lotus rooted in the lake.Being a ostentatious aquatic plant in the mirror lake is far happier than being a person in the world of mortals, without joy, anger, sorrow, birth, old age, sickness and death.Maybe the days are monotonous, but you can watch the stories of the pedestrians coming and going here, and you can pick up the dreams they left here.

Only Su Manshu himself knows how deep his relationship with West Lake is, but it's not yet time to deliver everything.In March, when willows sprouted and peach trees bloomed, he returned from Hangzhou to Shanghai. He met Deng Jiayan and Shao Yuanchong on the Chunshen River, and wrote "Preface to Deng and Shao Erjun" as a gift.There are definite separations and separations in life, today's reunion is tomorrow's parting, there is no great joy when we get together, and there is no great sorrow when we part.The so-called friendship between gentlemen is as light as water, and true friendship may not need to be together all the time, as long as you know that each other is safe, it doesn't matter if you are on one side of the world.When they met by chance, they threw ice hearts into the jade pot and looked at each other quietly over a cup of tea.Then continue to wander, you are domineering, and I am dull until death.

Su Manshu's body is not as good as before. Although it is a colorful spring, he feels that he needs to return to his roots like autumn leaves.After being in the world of mortals for thirty-four years, has he ever had roots?He has always been a duckweed on the water, a lone goose in the cloud, and he has never had real roots.Before the age of five, he was in Japan with his adoptive mother Hehesen, warm and comfortable, but he didn't know human affairs yet.Since returning to his hometown in Guangzhou with his father at the age of six, he has never experienced real stability. After suffering all kinds of humiliation, he escaped into the temple, and only then was he able to wear cassocks.In troubled times, he has a patriotic heart and writes a legendary life with blood and tears.Su Manshu is sentimental by nature, scattered and scattered along the way, hurting others and himself.He is not a real monk, so the monastery is not his eternal home, nor is he a secular man, and no woman is his final destination.

Su Manshu began to miss his adoptive mother in Japan deeply, who was the only one in the world of mortals who was willing to give him warmth all his life.The Buddha once promised that the door of Buddhism will always be open to him, as long as he can let go of everything.But Su Manshu has always been greedy for the warmth of the world. In this April day of the world, he wants to leave all his spring to the cherry blossoms. Emotionally, he cannot consistently fall in love with a woman, so he has no choice but to fall in love with the cherry blossoms.Whether it's sincerity or excuses, at least Su Manshu's heart of missing his adoptive mother can be learned from time to time.He was sitting on the boat heading for Dongying Island, this time the sea was extremely quiet, there was no wind, and the blue sky was piled with white clouds.Su Manshu remembered very clearly that there were nine seagulls flying over his head. He didn't know what this number meant, but he just felt that he had to remember everything about today.

The tired bird returns to the nest, leaving people and returning home. This is the first feeling he felt when he arrived in Yokohama, Japan and saw Kawai Sen.The reunion of mother and son, one of which has lost her beauty due to aging, and the other has lost her fighting spirit due to time, was overjoyed, but couldn't help but burst into tears.As a mother, Hehexian only hopes that this wandering prodigal son can be stabilized one day, can be safe and happy, and has nothing else to ask for.Su Manshu hoped that this kind mother would live a long and healthy life.Through the wind and rain, they have been broken, hurt, and hypocritical. It's just the nature of mother and child. The relationship between them has always been so real and beautiful.There is an emotion in the world that does not require embellishment or rehearsal, and that is family affection.

Regardless of whether He Hexian is his biological mother or adoptive mother, Su Manshu regards her as the closest relative in his life.I will always remember the warmth of the soul brought by that bowl of steaming ginger tea when I caught a cold; I remember the oiled paper umbrella she sent when she was sick on a rainy day; The lonely shadow who refused to turn around and leave.There is only this kind of love in the world that is willing to give without expecting anything in return.So much of the past is like taking a nap in life, and after waking up, the dream is still vague.This is life, the good things always pass by in a flash, but the sad things linger for a long time.

Su Manshu stayed in Japan for just two months, traveled around with his adoptive mother, and then set off for Shanghai.On the day of leaving, Su Manshu didn't let his adoptive mother see him off. He was afraid of seeing her with tears in his eyes and didn't want to burst into tears.Little did he know that this would be the last time he would leave Japan in his life, and he would never come back.This place, regarded as his hometown, sent him away lightly with falling cherry blossoms.But he left nothing behind, not a tear, a glance back, or a sigh. In Su Manshu's heart, there was an unspeakable premonition and sadness.Looking at Huafa's pale mother for the last time, he wanted to say a word to her: "If I leave and never come back, you must not be sad." But he didn't say it after all. He couldn't bear such a bleak farewell.