Chapter 5 The fourth Jusheng

The children in Miao Town like to play on Maoshan Mountain, now and in the past. There is an old tree outside the gate of Tianming Temple. I don't know how many years it has grown. It has a thick trunk and branches stretching wantonly, reaching to the front of the plaque of Tianming Temple.I heard from the oldest man in Miao Town that this tree was as big as he was when he was a child. Jie Chen was only twelve years old when he first came to Tianming Temple.At that time, Jie Chen would often sit under the old tree outside the temple gate and read scriptures. The sunlight shone through the gaps between the branches and leaves, and he would neither feel glare nor dim.

At that time, there were often two children playing nearby, a boy and a girl, who were about the same age as Jie Chen. Jie Chen remembered the first time he saw them, it was under the old tree.The two sides looked at each other for a long time, each was frightened, and finally the girl laughed, which resolved the embarrassment between us. Afterwards, they gradually got to know each other, and Jie An knew that they were brother and sister, and they usually only called each other by nicknames, which were very common nicknames, the older brother was called Xiaomao, and the younger sister was called Xiaomei.The two are twins, and their parents are educated youths from big cities, so the tone of their speech is different from the dialect of the town.

In those years, they often went to Maoshan to play, and the most they played was hide-and-seek.After getting to know Jie Chen, they often hid in Tianming Temple. After all, there were many things to hide in the temple, and it was convenient to hide—they sometimes hid behind flowers, and sometimes hid in water tanks. I still remember one time, when Jie An was reading a book in the room, the little girl ran into the room quickly, and then got under Jie Ao's bed.Jie An leaned over to see, the little girl lifted the bed sheet and whispered to Jie An, "I'm playing hide-and-seek." Then she put the bed sheet down again.

After a while, Xiao Mao ran in, saw Jie Chen and asked, "Have you seen my little sister?" Jiechen thought for a while, Master just said in the morning that monks are not allowed to lie, so he said: "Under the bed of Jiechen." The little girl got out from under the bed and said angrily: "Jie Chen, why did you betray me?!" Fortunately, the younger sister's anger didn't last long, and after a few days, she became angry again when she saw Jie Chen. This kind of life lasted for a year or two, and I don't know when it started, the two of them stopped going up the mountain to play.

Sometimes when passing by the town, Jie Chen would occasionally see their brothers and sisters, and everyone would look at each other and smile. Once, Jie Chen asked Xiaomao: "Why don't you come to the mountain to play hide-and-seek?" Xiaomao thought about it and said, "I don't know what happened, I suddenly don't like hide-and-seek." Life is like this, we often get lost unconsciously and grow unconsciously. Xiaomao and Xiaomei have a very special pot of flowers. The branches, leaves and flowers look like chrysanthemums, but the color is a bit strange-the dark purple petals make it very special.

Every time when the flowers bloom, Jie Chen and Jie Ao would always take a detour to their house to see the flowers when they went down the mountain. The brothers and sisters will welcome us warmly. There is tea, fruit, and smiles. Every year we ask Xiaomao and Xiaomei for some purple chrysanthemum seeds, but the flowers that bloom every time are not purple. In the early summer of one year, when passing by their house, Jie An saw a truck parked in front of their house, so he went up to inquire.Xiao Mao said: "We are going to move, and we will move back to the city with our parents."

Xiao Mao smiled happily while talking.Jiechen knows that this is a good thing, and their future life will definitely be better than the present. Quitting anger can't help but feel a little sad. After saying goodbye at this time, the future meeting should be indefinite. Back in the temple, Jie Chen and Jie Ao decided to find a chance to say goodbye to their siblings.Unexpectedly, the two of them ran into the temple the next day, with Xiao Mao holding the pot of purple chrysanthemum in his hands. The little girl said: "My brother and I are leaving tomorrow. We can't take this flower with us, so I want to give it to Jie'an as a souvenir. I hope that when the flowers bloom, Jie'an can leave a bag for us." Flower seeds, if we have a chance, we will come to pick them up."

Taking the flower pot from Xiaomao, Jie An nodded heavily and said, "Yes, I will definitely keep the flower seeds." Xiaomao and Xiaomei sat in the temple for a long time that time, we chatted about interesting things when we were young, until the sun was about to set. Xiao Mao said: "Let's go, if we don't go, it will be difficult to go on the mountain road when it gets late." Jie Chen sent the two of them out of the temple gate, the younger girl raised her head to look at the old tree, and smiled slightly, just like the smile when they first met. Several people waved goodbye gently without saying anything.

How many people in our lives have come and gone like this, even if we meet again with a smile, we may never see each other again after turning the corner. Jie Chen puts the purple chrysanthemum on the flower stand, takes special care of it when watering, and sometimes thinks of its former owner. After another season, the purple chrysanthemum finally bloomed in the praise of the donors. And Jie Chen harvested a whole bag of flower seeds, Jie Chen carefully wrapped the flower seeds in paper.But Xiaomao and Xiaomei never came back, maybe it was just an unimportant agreement. After a long time, one day Jie Chen was cleaning the backyard when he suddenly heard someone calling his name and turned his head to look.Through the hollowed-out stone wall, Jie An saw a female benefactor named Su in Miao Town calling him.The Su benefactor, Jie Chen, is not very familiar with him, Jie Chen only knows that she is a good friend of the younger sister.

Su benefactor said to Jie Chen: "Jie Chen, Xiaomao and Xiaomei asked me to collect debts." Jie Chen was taken aback for a moment, and suddenly realized what the debt was, and immediately ran back to the house to find out the bag of flower seeds, and stuffed it through the hollow on the wall. Su benefactor said: "Tomorrow I will go to the city to see Xiaomao and Xiaomei. Do you have anything to say?" Jie Chen shook his head, because Jie Chen knew that although those flower seeds could not speak, they had brought a lot of things with them. However, there has been no news of Xiaomao and Xiaomei since then.

On a stormy night, the purple chrysanthemum withered suddenly, and Ren Jie'an couldn't come back to life despite watering and fertilizing. Looking at the withered purple chrysanthemum, Jie Chen felt very regretful, that was the only memorial left to Jie Chen by his friends. In the spring of the following year, a plant grew beside the fence in the backyard. It looked like a chrysanthemum, and I didn't pay special attention to it. In the blink of an eye, it was autumn again, and the chrysanthemums bloomed—it was a purple chrysanthemum. Quitting anger is puzzling.One day, Jie An was standing by the wall, and suddenly remembered that when he handed the flower seeds to the benefactor Su through the wall, he accidentally touched the hand of the benefactor Su. At that time, he was so nervous that his hands trembled. of. Sitting next to the chrysanthemums, when the wind blows gently, the faint fragrance of chrysanthemums fills my nose. Jie Chen seemed to see the boy who accidentally jumped into the water tank full of water to play hide-and-seek, and the girl who looked at the old tree with a smile and a long sigh. Jie Chen believes that somewhere in the world, the chrysanthemum with the same root as this purple chrysanthemum must also be in full bloom. In this world, only if we stick to our promise, it will make up for the regrets in our hearts in one autumn day.