The rain fell for three days. After the rain stopped, the weather became colder. It was autumn, with a little astringent and cold wind.

Luo Ran hugged the Qin to the back mountain, and indeed saw Xuan Yi there. Her eyes lit up, she put the Qin on the bluestone, and ran towards him. When she was about to reach him, she barely stopped again and shouted "Xuan Yi."

Xuan Yi just heard her footsteps, but she just pretended not to hear them. Now listening to her voice close at hand, she raised her head and looked at her faintly, answering "Yes."

She seemed to be much more courageous. She quietly approached him two steps and stood beside him. Xuan Yi looked at the distance between the two of them and frowned almost imperceptibly. Before she could find out, she let go again.

Luo Ran bent over, put his head close to him, went to read his scriptures, and whispered from it, "The Tathagata said that all minds are not minds, but are called unconscious..."

She turned her face and frowned, her eyes full of puzzlement, "Xuan Yi, what does this mean?"

Xuan Yi didn't move at all. Listening to her, he explained to her that "'My hearts' refer to the psychology of sentient beings..."

"Stop!" Luo Ran quickly waved his hand and interrupted him, his delicate little faces wrinkled together, and asked him, "Xuan Yi, aren't you bored when you look at these every day?"

Xuan Yi knew that the scriptures were too boring to her, so he shook his head calmly, "No."

She almost leaned against him, Xuan Yi lowered her eyelashes and cast a shadow under her eyes. He looked at her slightly and trembled his eyelashes. In the end, he couldn't be calm. He stretched out his hand and pressed her on top of her head and pushed her away.

She complained, took a step back before looking up at him. The two were one step away. Xuan Yi also breathed a sigh of relief before looking at her, with a trace of helplessness in her eyes.

"If you don't play the piano, what are you doing here?"

Before he knew it, he seemed to be closer to her and no longer used the word "donor".

He didn't notice it, but Luo Ran felt it. He smiled and bent his eyelashes, put his hands behind his back, and said happily, "I don't want to play the piano today, I want to talk to Xuan Yi."

Xuan Yi glanced at Qin who was placed on the bluestone, turned her eyes to her, shook her head slightly, then put away the scriptures in her hand, made a gesture, signaling her to sit on another stone bench, and then asked her

"What do you want to say?" His voice was still faint, he was used to speaking like this and had no idea of ​​changing it.

Luo Ran was wrapped around his hair with one hand. He didn't know how to answer such a straightforward question for a while, but she didn't want to miss such a good opportunity. She asked, "When did Xuan Yi shave his hair and become a monk?"

"At the age of seven."

Although his voice was faint, he looked directly at Luo Ran, which would not give him the feeling of perfunctoryness. Instead, his gaze would easily make people think unreasonably. Luo Ran's face turned slightly pink, but he understood in his heart why the heroine lost her heart after seeing him once.

Luo Ran held his chin with one hand, "Don't Xuan Yi feel that practicing is very hard?"

Xuan Yi looked at the scriptures, and his eyebrows and eyes seemed to be a little lighter, "I enjoyed it."

Luo Ran twitched the corners of her mouth almost in a slight way. This made people unable to continue talking. She didn't want to talk anymore, so she just held her face with one hand and looked at him with a smile on her eyebrows.

Xuan Yi waited for a while, but did not wait for her voice. He raised his head in confusion, but saw a tiny light in her eyes, looking straight at him. Xuan Yi suddenly breathed lightly. When he came to his senses, his expression became cold. He pursed his lips and asked her.

"Why are you looking at me like this?"

She smiled cleverly like Yan and blurted out, "Xuan Yi is really beautiful."

Her expression was not false, and her eyes were full of sincerity. For some reason, Xuan Yi suddenly felt a little hot. He couldn't see it, and his earlobes had quietly turned red.

He coughed lightly, not opening his eyes, not daring to look at her again, and didn't know how to answer her, so he heard her say "Xuan Yi, read the book, don't worry about me."

Without answering her, Xuan Yi felt relieved and quickly opened the Buddhist scriptures. He looked serious, but the eyes on one side became more and more hot. He couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed, wanting her not to look at her again, but he was afraid that she would mistakenly think that she hated her like before.

He held the scriptures and tightened his hand tightly, silently chanting the mantra in his heart. Just as his mind calmed down, she suddenly had movement next to her. Xuan Yi looked over subconsciously and saw her holding the hem of her skirt in one hand, crossing the path, walking to Qin, raising her face, hitting his sight, and showing a smile.

Then she bent her knees and sat down, stroked the strings with her bare hands, and the soft sound of the piano sounded. This time she was not as careless as last time. She lowered her eyebrows and eyes, and the corners of her mouth were lit up, and the sound of the piano seemed to be a little joyful.

Xuan Yi quickly withdrew her eyes and listened to her piano sound, so she was immersed in the Buddhist scriptures.

It was dark, and Xuan Yi put away the Buddhist scriptures and sent Luo Ran back. He returned to his yard. He sat by the stone table for a while before returning to the room. With just one glance, he saw the oil-paper umbrella placed on the window.

As the days passed slowly, Luo Ran would go to the back mountain every day. Xuan Yi was used to her existence. Occasionally, the piano sounded, occasionally sitting beside him, not talking, just staring at him.

Xuan Yi no longer deliberately detours. When she goes to the main hall to recite in the morning, she will pass by Luo Ran’s wing. At this time, she will poke her head out of the window, raise her smile, and shout him softly.

"Xuan Yi!"

Xuan Yi was surprised from the beginning to the habit of it later, and even later said to her, "Don't forget to use breakfast."

Autumn goes and winter comes, and the days are getting colder. When I go to the back mountain, the plum trees passing by seem to be accumulating energy and preparing to bloom beautiful petals.

During morning class, Xuan Yi followed the abbot and looked at the original Yu Meiren. For some reason, he suddenly remembered the man who was better than Hua Jiao. He was lost for a moment and did not even hear the abbot's words clearly.

The abbot looked at him, suddenly shook his head, and said, "...The wisdom will hurt you...Don't think of your love roots."

His voice was not loud, and Xuan Yi did not hear it clearly, but he came back to his senses. He realized what he was thinking, his face changed slightly, and looked at his master, not daring to meet his eyes that seemed to be able to see through people's hearts. His voice called out with a hint of confusion.

"Master?"

The abbot shook his head, closed his hands together and walked away. His voice fell in Xuan Yi's ears, "Don't resist, go with your heart, whether it's lucky or a disaster, it depends on what you think, Amitabha."

Xuan Yi's eyes were suddenly dark. He was well versed in Buddhism, but he didn't understand why Master said this at this time? What did he resist? What should he do? Fortunately, disaster?

He folded his hands together, bowed behind the abbot, then turned around and left. He looked cold. Since he was confused, he went to find the answer.

He passed Luo Ran's wing room. She was sitting by the window, holding her head with one hand. When she saw him, her eyes suddenly lit up. She smiled at him and shouted sweetly, "Xuan Yi."

Xuan Yi frowned, sweet? Why do he feel sweet? He looked at Luo Ran's seductive eyes and suddenly clenched his hands.

The eight Buddhist precepts, one is to stop killing, two is to stop stealing, three is to stop lustfulness... lustfulness... female sex... female sex...

He didn't dare to look at Luo Ran again, but his face suddenly turned pale. He didn't answer her and left quickly, but his steps were panic. It was obvious that he was unstable.

Luo Ran called him twice, and he turned a deaf ear. Luo Ran narrowed his eyes slightly, knowing that he had thought of something. She held her cheek with one hand and seemed to sigh. She wanted to make this ties deeper when he didn't know it. It would be a smart person. If the matter was revealed, he could guess the whole committee.

Xuan Yi returned to the yard with a slightly pale face. As soon as he pushed open the door, Yu Guang saw the oil-paper umbrella again. He suddenly closed his eyes, opened his eyes again, calmed down in his eyes, and stepped into the room.

Luo Ran looked at the sky and came out of the room in a Luo skirt and headed towards the back mountain. But I don’t know if she can still wait for the person she is waiting for today?

When she arrived at the back mountain, she didn't see the person. She didn't find it strange. She just sat quietly on the stone bench that Xuan Yi used to sit on. After sitting for a long time, it was dark. She stood up, raised her hand to pick a bamboo leaf. After cleaning it, she tore the bamboo leaf to the right size, sat back, leaned against the bamboo pole, placed the bamboo leaf by her mouth, and gently blow it up.

A wisp of sound came out, floating away, melodious and sad, and a feeling that could not be explained, which made the person who was about to go up the mountain pause. He raised his eyes and looked halfway up the mountain, as if through the numerous obstacles and distances, he saw the man who lowered his head and silently blew the bamboo leaves.

Xuan Yi raised his foot and walked towards the mountain step by step. His eyes were unwavering. Things should be solved, not escaped. It was just that he was slightly confused and went as he wanted. What was he thinking in his heart?

His breath remained unchanged, and he had reached the hillside. He looked at the person sitting in his previous position and silently blew the bamboo leaves. The breeze blew, bringing up a strand of black hair, but it seemed to bring up wind and sand, falling into her eyes. Otherwise, why would she have shed two lines of clear tears?

Since that day, Xuan Yi has never seen her cry. Why is this happening today? Is it because... is he going to be in the future?

Xuan Yi walked past the path and stepped on the dead branches and leaves. He made a sound, alarming the man. She turned around in panic and saw him. The bamboo leaves in her hand fell instantly with the wind. She bit her lips and stood there looking at him, not as excited as before, calling him "Xuan Yi".

She had been waiting here for a long time, and seemed to have understood something, so she looked like this. Now that she saw him coming, her eyes were slightly brighter. She looked at him for a long time, and when she saw that his face seemed to be returning to the indifference he had when he first met, she couldn't help but lift the hem of her skirt and threw it into his arms.

Xuan Yi opened his eyes wide, and under her strength, he took a step back. He was stiff and did not dare to move. In the past two months, they had not been very close, but they had never known so clearly that she was leaning in his arms.

She raised her face, looked at him with a slut of water in her eyes, and called him softly "Xuan Yi."

For the first time he heard that there was an inexplicable feeling in her voice, which made him at a loss, but he knew that he shouldn't have done so. He stretched out his hand and pushed her away, looking at her dim look in an instant, he clasped his hands together and closed his eyes and said.

"sorry."

With just this sentence, he frowned tightly again and said, "Amitabha..."

His bright refusal made her body tremble slightly. Her eyes were red, and the breeze blew away the broken hair on her forehead and covered her eyes. But Xuan Yi opened her eyes and saw the tears on her face. He was stunned and could no longer say "Amitabha".

Luo Ran took a step back, raised his eyes, revealing a soft smile, but she couldn't help but burst into tears from the corners of her eyes. She said, "I'm sorry, Xuan Yi."

Xuan Yi was panicked, but knew that he didn't want to hear her say this. He interrupted her and said, "No!"

Her eyelashes trembled slightly, but she still said, "It's my fault. Even though you know that you are dedicated to Buddha, you still can't help but please you."

I like you...

Xuan Yi opened his mouth but couldn't speak. A sense of joy arose in his heart. The next moment, he pressed down hard, and another voice said, "This is wrong"... It's wrong...

He has become a monk for a long time and should stay away from her.

Xuan Yi's face was slightly condensed, and Master's words suddenly rang out in his mind.

Don't resist, go with your heart...

She saw that he was hesitating, and her eyes suddenly lit up. She took the opportunity to pull up his sleeve. Before he could pull it back, she whispered, "Xuanyi, I won't disturb you, just stay by your side as before."

She frowned and looked at him beggingly. Xuan Yi couldn't say anything to refuse, so she could only let her pull her sleeve. The two of them had been stalemate here for a long time. It was getting dark and Luo Ran shivered. Xuan Yi felt that he had found his voice. He lowered his eyebrows and eyes.

"Let's go back, don't catch a cold."

Luo Ran bit his lips and pulled him without moving, saying stubbornly, "You haven't answered me yet."

Xuan Yi didn't say anything, but turned around and was about to leave. But before she could cry in her eyes, he moved his arm. She was still pulling his sleeves, and naturally could feel his movements. He looked at him with a little puzzled look, and listened to his back to him, and seemed helpless in his tone.

"Go away."

She still couldn't understand what he meant, and stood there with his sleeve pulling on his side. Xuan Yi turned his back to her face slightly unnatural, and then said, "You'll come tomorrow, play the song you played yesterday, okay?"

Luo Ran understood what he meant, and her eyes suddenly became bright. She had some joy in her voice and asked, "Are you willing to let me come?"

Xuan Yi pursed her lips and walked forward. This time, Luo Ran followed him, and his voice came in a low voice, "When did I say that I told you not to come?"

Luo Ran stopped talking, held his sleeves tightly and followed him down the mountain, but there was a smile on his eyebrows. Xuan Yi occasionally turned his head slightly. When Yu Guang saw it, he couldn't help but pursed his lips, looked away, and didn't dare to look at it anymore.

The episode of this day seems to have never happened. Luo Ran and Xuan Yi are like before, and they go to the back mountain every day, but in the end they are a little different. For example, when Luo Ran held his face and looked at Xuan Yi, Xuan Yi could no longer ignore it. He could only frown and force himself to read the Buddhist scriptures in his hand.

Or, Luo Ran was sitting on the bluestone and stroking the Qin, and before Xuan Yi could notice it, his eyes had already fallen on Luo Ran for a long time.

It is now deep winter. Luo Ran is wearing a fox fur and her whole face is buried in fluff. She doesn't like playing the piano in winter. Once, she stroked the piano for half an hour in the cold day. Her tender white fingertips were frozen red. After Xuan Yi saw it, he told her not to take the piano up the mountain again.

She knew he was feeling distressed, so she happily followed him.

Now, she followed him up the mountain, just sitting beside him, watching him quietly, occasionally pulling out the Buddhist scriptures from his hands and asking him to recite a Buddhist scripture for himself.

Today, she looked at Xuan Yi sitting there and saw that the plum blossoms in the forest were blooming brightly red from afar. She got up alone and left, holding the hem of the skirt, and walked carefully towards the plum forest. As soon as she was moving, Xuan Yi raised her head from the scriptures, looked at her, and saw the plum forest in her direction. She walked farther and farther away, without noticed his sight at all.
To be continued...