Chapter 7 Dust Mustang

May is not a plum blossom day, but when she appeared in front of my eyes for the first time, I couldn't help being shocked: "How can this woman be so haggard?" After the rain, she put the furniture one by one Moving in: two large suitcases, a TV, a refrigerator, a pair of ribbon flowers in glass, a bedside pivot, cups, plates and dishes... and a statue of Guanyin Bodhisattva. "Every day when I walk in, I don't see her. But I can smell the fragrance in the room. There are fresh fruits offered in front of the Bodhisattva's table, and the incense sticks are still burning in the stove. The wooden fish, the chanting, and the scriptures have not moved. The Bodhisattva still lowered his eyebrows. See where she went? I couldn't help but look at the furniture she scattered in the living room. The white knitting table on the altar must be crocheted by herself. With the complexity of the group and the neatness of the four corners, she must be a woman with firm beliefs, order, and reasoning to the end. Cups, plates, bowls, pots, and spoons are bundled one by one and placed in the stream.

On the kitchen counter, I guess she is a mother - who would cherish these old bowls and chopsticks except those who spend half their life in the kitchen will take away such a complete set of utensils? Well, she is also a wife. Doesn't the bedside table mean that she slept in a luxurious big bed?But what about her bed?She didn't bring a bed, it's definitely not because the room couldn't accommodate it, then, she was tired or hated that bed.Since then, I understand that there is an unspeakable story here. One day, I finally met her. She was even more emaciated, her brows were pale but her eyebrows were not locked on purpose, and her tired eyes also greeted her. She asked me to call her: Sister Ji, although she I am more than 20 years older than me, and it is more than enough to be my mother.

I poured her a glass of water, and filled it up for myself. Although the two of them sat opposite each other, they didn't speak; each of them drank the water in the glass, and each had an unspeakable taste.At that time, the sky will be late, the clouds will be low and thick, and there will be a kind of dullness before the rain.The sound of the market is also slack, only the sound of a group of boys playing ball dribbling on the playground of a certain junior high school opposite, that sound will make people discouraged after listening to it for a long time, and it is discouraged for no reason.I went to the window, opened the glass window, and turned to ask her, "Is your child going to junior high school?" What a bold assumption.

She slowly put half a glass of water on my desk, and stood up with a very cultivated posture, leaning against the window, with no place to rest her hands, still pinching the gold ring on her ring finger and pushing it between her knuckles procrastinate.I was focused on waiting for her reply, but she knew she had nowhere to evade, she raised her head and faced me firmly, her face was as heavy as a stone, her voice stopped the tears that were about to burst, and said: "I'm a loser!..." I panicked, these words were like falling stones, before I had time to think about it, I reached out to catch it and said: "I know!", Her faint eyes cast a question mark, wondering when her resume was leaked?I also don't know how I have such a calm mood to face her wound, I said: "A happy woman will never be as emaciated as you... You are being wronged."

She burst into tears. ;Taking advantage of a ray of sky, we didn't turn on the lights, and we sat and talked about her twenty-year dream marriage, really?no?I can only ask the sky, and the sky only cares about the summer rain, The rain poured in, wet the seat, splashed the scriptures on the case, and the housework in the world, God didn't care. Her sobbing echoed in the wall, and she couldn't find the answer!Didn't she used to be a slim and beautiful girl who loved to listen to the sound of Guan Ju; didn't she also used to be a six-armed body, sewn with Kaifeng as a swaddle. Where did these beautiful days go?Can't find the answer.Her eyes that couldn't be wiped away kept asking bitterly: "Why? Why?" I, a foolish and straightforward person, was also flustered, and I tried to persuade her over and over in my heart, "The Supreme Forgotten Love" and I don't know how to forget the law. ?It was too late to persuade her to be "too ruthless".People are always born with affection and intentions. Once the grace and righteousness are at an end, everyone is ready to kill a thousand swords. Where can we find a defendant and force him to confess?Don't ask why. "Take it as fate!" She nodded, but she couldn't hide the grievance in her heart, and said exhaustedly: "The Bodhisattva knows the painstaking efforts of these years..." People in the world may have enough world wisdom to grasp love and fate. get together, but

It is not necessarily wise to save the two who are about to die.When love is about to disappear, it is even more rare to have the wisdom of prajna and emptiness. When people are in extinction, this is the limit of people like me. They are all empty. Even if the five aggregates are all empty, no predestined relationship is a kind of predestined law. Then, if the old feelings are gone, there is no need to ruthlessly clean up the emotional scars on the wall of the heart. Let it live. See people, but hear people's voice".No matter how worried you are, it's just a "returning shadow into the deep forest", shining on the unknown moss. , If the seedling of love sprouts in the soil of no chance, don't recruit it, don't wash it, because it hurts yourself, and it hurts others, it's better to let both ends go.

Missing fate does not represent the loss of all vitality, it is just, and only; a bitter cocoon that is destined to fall into in the course of life. The cocoon can be broken, let alone the shell. With the charm of wanting to speak after all the vicissitudes, she is beautiful, and the beauty is still affectionate.We often look at each other and smile inexplicably, we understand each other or take a walk together, talking about some of the past mixed with some of the present and many of the future, unknowingly, more and more roads, farther and farther away. Before the heavy rain has arranged human affairs and world affairs, let's be a wild horse in the dust.