July summer, the heat is hard to stop, the cicadas chirping in the treetops, daylight from the top of the head down, the ground is hot, casually rolled up a wind, are stifling hot suffocating.
Lin Lu Snapdragon supported the car door with one hand, turned around, the girl stood behind him, white, thin and tall, beautiful and eye-catching, the sunlight will glow when it hits her.
"What are you running for?" Nanchu tilted her face and asked again.
Lin Luchu Snapdragon clasped his hands on his chest and leaned against the car door, the Chuan character that his eyebrows twisted into showed that he was quite a bit impatient at the moment, he glanced at Nanchu, fumbled with a box of cigarettes from his trouser pockets, took one, lowered his head and inhaled it to light it, and asked rhetorically, "Do you know Lin Qi?"
Nanchu nodded.
He dusted off his cigarette ash and continued, "Where did you meet?"
"Milan."
He took another drag, the knot in his throat rolling, his eyes glancing to the side as he said absently, "Okay, stuff's delivered, I'm outta here."
Nanchu reached out and pulled him back.
The man's bare shoulders were hard and strong, and when she gripped them it was as if she had gripped iron, hard and warm.
Her heart jumped suddenly.
Lin Luchu pulled his hand back, "Anything else?"
"Give me your phone." Nanchu held out a hand, spreading it flat.
Lin Lu Snap looked down, the girl's palm is snow white and slender, the palm lines are clear, and the fingers are long and thin, like the tip of a toothy shoot after the rain.
He withdrew his gaze, his voice extremely light, "No phone."
"So when are you taking your vacation?" Nanchu looked at him insistently.
Lin Luchu leaned against the door of the car to smoke, heard this, narrowed his eyes to look at her for half a moment, took the cigarette down from his lips, bent down to look at her eyes flatly, his features suddenly enlarged, his sword eyebrows through the heroic, deep black eyes, the corners of his lips pursed into a straight line, but seemed to be smiling, but not smiling.
I haven't seen you in years, and your aura is even more compelling.
Distance drawn in.
The air pressure gradually lowered, the man's breath entwined in front of his eyes, and the sudden closeness made Nanchu take a step backward by reflex.
Lin Luzhu was still bent over, his hands in his pants pockets.
He smiled down, his eyes averting his gaze mockingly as he turned and pulled the car door open to get in.
Quiet afternoon.
The car started, rubbing across the ground and rolling through a wave of heat.
Immediately afterward, a car drove out of the movie base and sailed away in an anxious car exhaust.
......
When Nanchu met Lin Luchu, she was sixteen years old.
That bout of Nan Yue Ru flew all over the world, she was alone at home, I don't know where the wiring deterioration, triggered a fire, when she woke up, the sky fire, smoke choking her nose, it was Lin Lu Snapdragon to save her from the fire.
By the time she woke up, she was in the hospital.
Nanchu didn't have a brokerage team at that time, and when she woke up, the first thing she did was to call Nan Yue Ru.
After a life and death catastrophe, despite the fact that her mother was not close to her, Nanchu wanted to hear her mother's voice the first time.
"Mom, there was just a fire in the house, but I'm okay now ......"
The little girl held the phone and timidly reported the peace, afraid to say a wrong word to make her mother worry.
Nan Yue Ru's voice on the phone was inaudible, "Injured?"
Nanchu looked down at her ankle, "No, it's just a burn on her foot that the doctor said might leave a scar."
"Let's see if we can plant a piece of skin on it, I'm busy, I'll call back when I can."
Always.
Couldn't say more than three words before hanging up.
Nanchu hung up the phone with a loss, she clearly knew how much Nan Yue Ru disliked her.
Years of aggression exploded in a flash.
The head nurse realized Nanchu was missing just as someone rushed in, "Hurry, hurry! Call 119, there's a little girl on the rooftop trying to kill herself."
The head nurse was dumbfounded, "Who is it?"
The man panicked and couldn't remember what the starlet's name was for a second, "The one that was just brought in in a burn coma!"
The head nurse's hand was shaking from calling 119.
Nanchu was still confused when she was rescued from the rooftop.
As soon as she looked up, she saw Lin Luchu's handsome face.
He was wearing a dark-colored firefighting suit with a helmet and a cold, hard face, and he visibly froze when he saw Nanchu, "How come it's you again?"
The moment Nanchu hung up the phone was the moment she moved to commit suicide.
But by the time she stood on the edge of the rooftop, her hands and feet began to shake, and she didn't dare to move a muscle, so she stood there stupidly for half an hour.
"Please." Nanchu bowed her head.
Lin Lu Snap instantly realized that this was another temporary retreat, tugging at the corner of his mouth, "You're welcome."
When he was waiting to leave, Nanchu suddenly pulled him back.
Lin Luchu turned around to see the little girl staring with big eyes, and said in a jarring voice, "Does your team have a place for injured patients to live? Or you can take me home, I'll give you money."
She didn't know where she got the courage to ask this of a strange adult man, but at the time, she knew deep down that Lin Luchu had a sense of security in him that she coveted.
Lin Lu Snapdragon only felt that this girl is funny, no sense of crisis, so he laughed and flirted: "I'll take you home, do you dare?"
Who would have guessed that the little girl puffed out her chest like a hero, "Dare!"
While his teammates laughed, Lin Luchu gradually restrained his laughter.
And that year, Lin Luchu was 24 years old and a half-grown man who couldn't take care of himself.
......
On Saturday, a silver-gray nanny van headed north of the outskirts of North Junction City, the winding mountain road curving and rutting, leaving its mark in the dust.
Eight o'clock in the morning.
The car stopped at a small hillside.
One gets out of the car and picks up the hundred green stone steps along the small hillside.
The top of Nine Blind Mountains, a Buddhist dojo.
The morning sun put awn in the fog, Nanchu dressed simply, a white T with black pants, a pair of long legs straight and slender, wearing a gray letter duck tongue cap on his head, walking along the winding mountain road, deep into the mountain forest.
Through the verdant bamboo forest, you can vaguely see the small brownish-red flying eaves, traveling to the intersection, a reddish-brown plaque hung horizontally on the doorway, wind and sun, broken infinitely, in the center inlaid with a four-square big characters---
Aizenji.
Nine Blind Mountains, Green Zen Temple, transcendental refuge, meditation like a court.
The Taoist temple, the Buddha's light, are all related to people.
This is the edge, and all things are so.
Nanchu took three sticks of incense at the entrance and went up the steps to the small, four-sided courtyard at the back of the temple, where the little nun passed by carrying a bucket of water and rushed to her with a slight salute.
In the center of the courtyard, there is a large black incense burner tripod, with curling green smoke.
Nanchu lit incense, holding up the incense pillar into the temple, the inside is quiet and no one, sandalwood incense, the doorway set three futons, look up, the center of the temple, the Buddha's gaze is compassionate.
After offering incense, Nanchu came to the Prajna Hall, where a person was sitting cross-legged on the futon.
Nanchu rushed at her and bowed respectfully, the person on the futon opened her eyes and beckoned towards Nanchu, handing over the futon.
"Looking at you, you should look good in recent days." The host said.
The sandalwood scent in the room was heavy and smoky, Nanchu padded the futon and sat down cross-legged across from her, replying, "Not bad."
The presiding officer, nearly sixty years old, looked at her with a kind face, "Did you sleep well?"
Nanchu nodded, "Better."
The presiding officer, wearing a dark-colored robe, coiled his hands into his sleeves and closed his eyes, "Something on your mind?"
Nanchu shook her head.
The host, as if noticing, still had his eyes closed and said in a faint voice, "You have something on your mind every time you come back to me."
"I'll return the book." Saying that, Nanchu pushed the scripture in her hand over.
The host glanced away, not reassured, "Or is it because of those who attacked you?"
"No."
The host closed his eyes and sighed, making no further comment.
The room was silent for a long time.
The host asked again, "So it's because of Captain Lin?"
This time, Nanchu was surprised instead, "You still remember him."
"One side of the story is remembered when it's meant to be."
Two people came to the incense once, Lin Lu Snapdragon naturally do not believe in these, at that time did not even set foot in the door, it is difficult to preside over the still can remember.
As the words fell, the little nun came in to serve tea.
Only after she went out and closed the door did Nanchu ask, "Does Buddhism say anything about marriage?"
At that, the presiding officer turned his head to look at her for half a moment, "Yes."
"You say." Nanchu washed her ears.
"All loving-kindness meetings are impermanent and difficult to be sustained; from love comes sorrow, from love comes terror; if one is free from love, there is neither sorrow nor terror."
The Zen room was lit with oil lamps, the light candles lightly yellow, Nanchu unconsciously stared for a while.
"Is ...... still available?"
The host also said, "There are eight sufferings in life: birth, old age, sickness, death, love and separation, grudges and hatred, not being able to seek and not being able to let go, and all four sufferings are caused by love."
Nanchu held her forehead, "Nothing good?"
"Buddhists abstain from practicing men and women, what do you want to hear from me that's good?"
"......"
"Today there is a lecture on Zen, let's go together to listen to it, or as the saying goes, if you can't plug other people's mouths, then cover your own ears, and the voices attacking you will naturally disappear, and the sins will have their own retribution."
The two men got off the futon and headed out.
Traveling to the door, Nanchu stepped out of the threshold and asked, "What about Captain Lin?"
The presiding officer didn't look back, "Do you beg for him, or do you beg for yourself?"
"Help him."
The host finally stopped and turned back to look deeply at her, "Obsessed."
Nanchu followed closely out, just in time to meet the usher.
The visitors were two girls, one with short hair and one with long hair, the long-haired girl with a pretty face, her half-length hair bundled into a small bun tied behind her head, wearing a tender yellow dress, which at first glance looked a bit eye-catching in the daylight.
The two of them rushed the presiding officer with a salute, and the long-haired girl glanced at Nanchu before asking the presiding officer, "Presiding officer, can I ask for karmic spells today?"
Nanchu thought the girl looked familiar and couldn't help but look at her twice more before she remembered that it was the female doctor from that night at the hospital.
The presiding officer folded his hands and returned the greeting, "The hour of marriage has passed, you will come back another time."
The two looked at each other and refused to go, "Presiding Officer, you say that every time!"
"Everything is about fate."
The two are mostly clear, some annoyed, the short-haired girl ruffled sleeves want to talk to the host theory, was the long-haired girl pulled back, "the hour is not the hour, you are all according to their own hearts, right?"
The host smiled faintly, "Naturally not."
The host was determined not to give them a plea, and the two had to leave angrily.
Only when the two walked away did Nanchu quietly ask, "You know them!"
"Two girls studying medicine, been here many times."
"Why don't you count them?"
"Buddhism, if you believe in it, you have it, if you don't believe in it, you don't have it. They don't believe in Buddha, but they come to ask for Buddha, do you think that Buddha will be reasonable?"
......
After listening to the meditation, the presiding officer left her to finish her fast, and it was evening when Nanchu descended the mountain.
The evening sunlight spills over the mountains.
The violin recital was at six o'clock, and when Nanchu arrived it had just begun, and the lights in the auditorium were already off. She looked over and Lin Qi was already on stage with his violin clasped around his neck.
Nanchu looked around, her eyes locking onto the last row.
She lowered the brim of her hat and catapulted over to the man at the head of the line and said, "Close your legs, please."
The man didn't move.
Nanchu frowned and turned her head to look at him.
Only to see Lin Lu Snap leaning back in his chair with his arms wrapped around him, a pair of long legs lightly open, his eyes loosely surveying her.
Coincidence.
"Captain Lin, collect your feet."
He looked at her for two or three seconds before slowly withdrawing his foot.
Nanchu walked in and took a seat next to him.
The recital has officially begun.
The person next to him had returned his sight to the stage, Nanchu looked sideways to survey him, he changed into civilian clothes, simple white t and black pants, the whole person was clean and sharp, only the tight jaw line seemed to write - stranger do not approach.
She's not exactly a stranger.
Namchu felt good about himself.
She poked him with her elbow.
The man didn't move.
Nanchu poked again.
Still ignoring it.
The man didn't move, like a statue.
Fifth down.
Lin Luchu frowned his trademark Chuan Zigzag brow, and his eyes gave her a rather warning look, meaning - be honest with me.
As a result, when I turned my head, I saw the girl tugging at her t-shirt with a smug and playful face, "Team Lin, couple's shirt oh."