Chapter 374

He went to yosevina, where on the fourth day, the full moon night, the daughter of the innkeeper took him to the moon river. A full moon fell on the river, beautiful as a picture.

On both sides of the river, there are young people playing guitar, young girls will give flowers to the heart of the people, and there are street artists, playing and singing by themselves, with gentle tunes, like ballads.

"Can I play a light rock?" he asked

In his thirties, he had long hair: "I can't play well."

"It doesn't matter."

The busker then played a rock and roll tune. It was probably because the tune was so busy that the young men and women danced.

He took a stack of notes from his wallet and put them in the piano box: "thank you."

The other side said too much in English.

He smiled, put his hand in his pocket and left.

The girl with him came after him and asked, "do you like light rock?"

The girl's name is sol. She is very young and under 20 years old. She is the youngest daughter of the hotel owner. She didn't read books for a long time and worked as a guide for tourists in the hotel.

Yuwen storming is the most handsome guest she has ever met.

"No," he said

He walked in front, with long legs and lazy steps, and his voice was just like that of him. The hostess always said that he was like a wandering ghost, without soul, but with a pair of extremely beautiful leather bags.

Saul felt the same way.

"There is such a person, she likes it." He smiled and looked back at moon river. "She was a cello student, and later became a rock singer."

He can laugh, too.

Saul suddenly felt that he had a soul, but he was lonely and hid.

She couldn't help asking, "is she a girl?"

He didn't answer. He walked faster and faster. Saul stepped up to follow him. "Josevina has many other attractions. I'll take you there tomorrow."

"No need."

She asked why.

He has a deep voice and can read English very well: "I come here to listen to the guitar sound on the moon river, and I will go after listening."

Saul paused.

She seemed to know why the handsome guest came to moon river.

The next day, he flew to Putian Mai from josevina. It was only in autumn. It was bleak and cold all the year round. There was a lot of rainfall in Putian Mai. There was no sunny day in a week.

He met a woman there, a very beautiful oriental woman. Like him, she was trapped in the homestay by the rain. The woman's name was Qiu. She didn't say her name. She said she was a lawyer and specialized in divorce cases.

After dinner, the rain stopped for a while, and a yard of flowers was planted behind the house. The flowers were washed clean by the rain, and the yard was full of the smell of mud mixed with grass.

"Do you mind if I smoke?"

Yuwen breaks a flower: "don't mind."

She didn't mind the rain on the rattan chair either. She sat on it directly, and her ankle long skirt fell on the ground. She took out a cigarette, lit it, and expertly puffed it up and out.

"Would you like one?"

She took one out of the cigarette case and handed it to him.

He took it, bit it in his mouth, twirled a red flower in his hand, and played it with interest.

The woman went over, slipped a match, lit it for him, lady's cigarette, thin and long, he took a sip with his middle finger.

"How is it?"

Yuwen stormed with a puff of smoke and a hoarse voice: "it's too light."

She smiled and put out the match on the ground: "next, where are you going?"

"I don't know."

She came to him. She wore a low necked sling on her long skirt. Her skin was very white. There was a mole on her left chest. She leaned towards him and almost pasted it together: "do you want to go with me?"

He turned to look at her, smiling yuppie: "you want to bubble me?"

She smiled, her eyes full of emotion: "yes."

Yuwen stormed back a step, took the ring out of his neck, hooked his finger, shook it, and smiled wildly and thinly: "Miss Qiu, I'm married."

A man of no sense.

The woman smiled and took out a business card from the cigarette case: "if you want to fight a divorce lawsuit, you can find me." She put the card on the cane chair, brushed the rain from her skirt, and entered the room.

He stood under the canopy of the garden, smoked out the cigarette, picked a flower he knew, and chewed it in his mouth. The astringency of the flower and the astringency of the cigarette, mixed together, numbed the taste buds.

The rain began again. I don't know where the wind blew the card on the rattan chair.

After half a month in butianmai, he left. He didn't book a ticket in advance. He went to the airport. He went wherever he had tickets. In September, he didn't go to Xie Dang's tour. Xie Dang called and lost her temper for a long time.

I don't remember how many places I have been to. Every time I went to a place, he would send a postcard to Jiang Jiusheng. He had seen many sceneries and met all kinds of people. Some of them would forget when they turned around and some of them had deep memories.It was at the foot of ALF snow mountain. He knew a shoemaker. For three days, he was in the same place to polish shoes. He was still wearing that shabby cotton coat and a bamboo tube on his back. Everyone would laugh.

"Sir, are you still polishing your shoes today?"

He sat down.

The man is the same as the previous two times. He has a lot of words. He keeps his head down to polish his shoes and chatters: "this is my last day here. I will go back to my hometown tomorrow."

He just listened and didn't answer.

The man's English is very poor. He said that he was only thirty-five years old, but his face was as old as fifty-five years old. He seemed to be in a good mood and had been saying his own thing: "my hometown is half a globe away from here. It's my wife's wish to come here to see the snow mountain."

He smiled and looked at the vicissitudes of life: "I wiped my shoes here for six months before I collected enough money to go back."

This time, Yu Wen gave him ten times as much money after polishing his shoes, but the man didn't take it, only the share he deserved. It's been four hours since we came down from the Alps, when it was dark.

The man hasn't closed the stall yet. He seems to be waiting for him.

"Sir, did you see the bamboo tube I was hanging on?"

Yuwen shakes his head.

The man's eyes are red: "I can't go back to my hometown tomorrow." He squatted on the floor to clean up the stall. "I have to find my wife's ashes."

It turned out that he had been hanging on the bamboo tube containing his wife's ashes.

Unfortunately, the shoemaker never found his wife's ashes. When Yuwen stormed away from the city, he was still shoemaking people at the foot of ALF mountain. He just stopped laughing and telling his own story.

The next year, in the middle of July, Yuwen stormed back to the country and didn't tell anyone. He just went to listen to Zen. An eminent monk got to preach. He listened to Ms. Tang. She asked him to listen when he had time.

In general, Ms. Tang knows that he can't see through the world of mortals.

After that, the eminent monk stopped him and said, "you are related to Buddha."

Yuwen stormed and couldn't help laughing: "master, do you want to persuade me to become a monk?"

"After the fate of the earth, we can understand the way. The Buddha can only cross people."

Buddha to the world, but not to him.

He returned the Scriptures to the master: "I'm afraid that the holy land of Buddhism will be dirty because of the common reading."

It doesn't matter if he doesn't want to cross.

If it's really a catastrophe, it will never be better for him.

"All aspects are illusory. If you see the non aspects, you will see the Tathagata. All actions, such as dreams, dew and electricity, should be done as they are... "

Behind him, the voice of master Liaoyuan's chanting of sutras can't be heard. When he left the Buddhist hall, a woman stopped him: "Sir, buy a peace talisman."

"No," he said

Turning around to leave, the woman took him and said earnestly, "buy one to protect your family and love."

He glanced at the Yellow rune that the woman had put in the basket. "I don't believe that."

The woman let go and asked other pilgrims if they wanted to buy the Amulet of peace. Today, all the pilgrims are Buddhists, many of whom have bought it.

There are many believers, but he is not.

But he went back and said, "I want five."

The woman smiled and handed her five: "fifty dollars, sir."

Yuwen stormed all the cash in his wallet into the basket.

It's just that all of us have come. If there is a real Buddha, don't come to ferry him. It's enough to let these five peaceful symbols manifest.

The next day, he went to the North Pole again, where he stayed for half a month and saw an aurora. All the people who traveled with him were exclaiming. For some reason, he couldn't feel better.

Time went around and around, so shaking three spring and autumn, his hair left on his shoulders, in the grassland of gulbin, found an old master, and pushed a flat head.

In his tent, there lived a black man, Alger, who was a backpacker and had been travelling with him for several months.

Alger came back from the outside: "Why are you writing again?" He writes once a month.

Yuwen Chongfeng didn't explain. He used local charcoal. He was not used to it. His handwriting was really ugly.

"The next stop is Brooke." Alger asked, "are we still together?"

"No." It's just that the words are so ugly. Yuwen rushes down the charcoal pen, crushes the letter paper into a ball, and throws it into the garbage can. "I'll go back home tomorrow."

Alger regretted: "there are many places left."

Yu Wen shaved his hair, as hard as the barb. He took off his shoes and lay on the damp proof mat. The ring on his neck slipped out of his clothes. He said, "I'm tired."

On the day of returning to China, it snowed in the north of the river and accumulated a thick layer, which is rare in the south.

Jiang Jiusheng is afraid of the cold. He is very thick. His hat and scarf are tightly wrapped. His hand holding his mobile phone is red with cold: "have you got off the plane?"

"Well, it's the exit."His tone is lazier than before.

Xie Dang walked in front of Jiang Jiusheng and saw the man: "Yuwen!"

Yuwen rushes to look up and laughs. He pulls the box and walks over. He wears a long cotton padded coat. The hat of his coat is buttoned on his head. The zipper is open. It's thin inside. It's thinner and darker than three years ago. It seems that his eyes are thinner and cooler.

He glanced at Xie Dang and said, "how did you straighten your hair?"

Xie Dang, as always, was proud and beautiful: "my beauty, can control curly hair, can also control straight hair."

Yuwen stormed to throw the box to him: "don't take calligraphy seriously."

Xie Dang: "..."

Three years, the mouth is more poisonous.

"Sheng Sheng," Yuwen stormed to her, "I'm back."

Her eyes were slightly red, and she said that she had already mixed the wine.

He said, "if you don't get drunk, don't go back.".

Walked so many times, thought in the years concave and convex trace all stepped on flat, saw her, again comeback.

Just, what does it matter.

They are just like at the beginning, they can get drunk without any scruples, and they can talk without talking about wind and moon.

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