Master Lu, Come On

In late summer and early autumn, the wind blows in from the window, the fire is rustling, the porridge in the pot is steaming, the aroma is lingering, and the heat is full of people.

Tang Luo leaned against the edge of the cabinet, his back was slightly hot, and in front of him was Lu zhanjunlang's face. He looked too seriously and the distance was too close. They were breathing together. She was a little nervous.

"Summer is almost over. The maple leaves in Ci'en Temple are good recently. Let's go and have a look!"

Tang Luo looked at him and nodded, "well, you can arrange it."

"Good."

The next morning, when it was light, Tang Luo was pulled up from the quilt by Lu Zhan, "wake up, sleep in the car for a while!"

*

All the way to meet the dawn, light scattered, contains hope.

Ci'en Temple is 300 kilometers away from the urban area of Rongcheng. After getting on the expressway, the speed is very fast, and Tang Luo is sleepy. He sits in the co pilot's seat and looks out of the window, his eyes are calm.

Many people go to Ci'en Temple to pray. Even if it's not on holidays, there are still many people in the temple.

Lu Zhan doesn't believe in the wheel of ghosts and gods, but there are a lot of people in the temple asking for the autograph. He leads Tang Luo to the temple and they ask for the autograph. Tang Luo is a signer, which means better. What Lu Zhan asks for is also a signer, but the host obviously hesitates about the harvest of the solution.

Tang Luo listens to the signature and goes out to donate incense. Lu Zhan is alone.

"Master, you have something to say."

"Benefactor," the host said slowly with a wisp of beard, "according to the hexagram, in the second half of the year, your destiny will appear."

"The man of destiny?"

Lu Zhan's eyes suddenly turned deep, groping for his fingers, but he didn't say a word.

The host then said, "this person will disturb your original life, but..."

Lu Zhan asked, "is it a blessing or a curse?"

"In this world, happiness and misfortune depend on each other. Whether happiness or misfortune depends on what you think."

People in Buddhism can't speak too plainly. Lu Zhan lowered his eyes, "I know. Thank you, master."

After Tang Luo was busy, he saw Lu Zhan standing under the maple tree in the yard.

In early autumn, the maple leaves turn red. Under the sunlight, the red light is all over the eyes. The people under the tree stand up, and their eyes seem to be dyed with red light. Looking at them from a distance, they are charming and murderous.

Murderous?

Tang Luo's step is slight, but he just goes to solve a sign. What's the matter with the sudden murderous spirit?

On the way back, Lu Zhan's face was taut and said nothing.

Tang Luo glanced at him and said that he had something on his mind. But he just asked, but he didn't know why. He just waited for him to speak.

*

The next day, it was March 7 of the Tang and Song dynasties. Before Tang Luo was ill, he got better and arrived at yishuiju early in the morning.

Xue Wanqing had already prepared everything. Tang and Song Dynasties didn't like high profile, so they just prepared some sacrifices for the whole family.

Xue Wanqing lost a lot of weight, and her hair turned white. She looked haggard. When she saw Tang Luo, she tugged at the corners of her mouth, but she didn't smile,

"Come on, sit down for a while, and I'll finish these and go."

In the living room, there are pictures of the Tang and Song Dynasties, black and white, solemn and solemn.

She used to twist the incense, light it, respectfully salute three times, and carefully insert it in the censer.

Fireworks, Tang and song faces behind

The facial features are not true.

"Sister!"

Tang Jiajia whispered to her, "come here for a while."

During this period of time, she did not go to work, but at home to take care of Xue Wanqing, and busy with work, is also very busy, followed by thin, black smoke rings are out.

Previously, Lu Zhan asked Zhang Ling to come to help, but Xue Wanqing refused. The reason is that Tang and Song Dynasty liked to be quiet and didn't like to be disturbed.

We have to give up later.

Tang fell into the bedroom. Tang Jiajia took her aside and sighed,

"What should I do? I said she wanted to live alone!"

It means to let Tang Jiajia move out directly.

Tang Luo's face slightly changed, "Aunt Xue.."

"Yes, that's what she said!"

Knowing that Tang Luo had been ill for more than half a month and didn't know a lot of things, Tang Jiajia explained, "maybe her father left. She was so sad that I didn't want to see her!"

Xue Wanqing's devotion to Tang and Song Dynasties almost exhausted most of his life. This person suddenly left, she felt uncomfortable, sad is normal.

"When Mr. Ning came, she also said so. It seems that I have to go!"

"Didn't Aunt Xue say why?"

"She said that when I grow up, I don't have to accompany her all day. It's time to have my own life." Tang Jiajia can't rest assured, "elder sister, you help me to persuade my mother, she is like this, I can't go!"

Tang Luo couldn't figure out Xue Wanqing's idea, so he just nodded, "well, I'll ask later."

After the chat, Tang Jiajia asked, "how are you doing? I heard from my brother-in-law that you are ill. Are you better? "

"It's all right. It's hard for you during this period of time!"

"It's OK. It's not that hard!"

This incident also dealt a great blow to Tang Luo. She couldn't get up from her illness. Tang Jiajia wanted to go to have a look, but Xue Wanqing couldn't get away. At this time, people came. Besides losing weight, she looked OK, and she was relieved.

Several people are very tacit understanding, did not take the initiative to mention the Tang and Song Dynasties, who do not want to poke the heart of the injury.

*

Cemetery.

When the three arrived, someone had already come. There was a bunch of sunflowers in front of the tombstone, which was blooming warmly.

Tang Luo sweeps his eyes and knows that Shan Wei has been here.

They are very tacit understanding, no contact.

Tang Jiajia broke the deadlock, "Mom, give me something, I'll put it!"

"Oh."

Xue Wanqing handed her, "be careful."

The bunch of sunflowers was taken away, revealing the things underneath. Tang Jiajia picked them up and said, "what's this?"

What she was holding was a small silver key left by Tang Mingyu.

That day, after Xue Wanqing fainted, something happened. Naturally, Tang Jiajia didn't know, "who left this thing here?"

She stepped forward, "it's probably someone who accidentally lost it. Give it to me. I'll give it to the person on duty later."

"Oh."

Xue Wanqing's attention was on the Tang and Song dynasties. She watched in silence, and her tears fell down again involuntarily.

After the two of them put things quietly, after the worship, Tang Luo took Tang Jiajia away. "Let Aunt Xue stay here alone. She must have something to say to her father."

"Oh."

Tang Jiajia turns her head three times at a time. Tang Luo pulls her forward. Suddenly, she sees that behind the pine tree not far away, someone seems to flash past quickly.

Her eyes sank and she turned to Tang Jiajia,

"Go down to the hall and buy some candles. They will burn out in a moment. Prepare two more. I'll watch Aunt Xue here!"

"Well, I'll go!"

Tang Jiajia walked away quickly. Tang Luo was a little absorbed and walked towards the tree,

"Ma, since you're here, why don't you come out?"

(end of this chapter)