On Sunday, I ran into Zhuang Qing when I went to the temple to burn incense. I watched this girl kneel down and kowtow one futon after another, so pious that I didn't dare to call out the name of this elementary school classmate. Friends who haven't seen each other for a long time like to mention the past when they meet, spread out the shared memories, and lament the beauty of innocence. I inadvertently asked about my elementary school deskmate Zuo Yan, and Zhuang Qing started to cry, shedding tears on the ground, and I realized that Zuo Yan had left us forever. After questioning the reason, I realized that there is a private matter in the common memory that is not shared. The reality cruelly turned the page where Zuo Yan left this world, Zhuang Qing said that if she knew this was the end, she would not go to Zuo Yan's appointment.
On that day, Zhuang Qing was very angry, "Zuoyan, how much do you love Lin Wohan? Why do you have the heart to let him torture yourself for you? Is loving him just to watch him die? Is love really the same as his previous life? Owe you?" She pointed at Zuoyan's nose and cursed.
Zuo Yanwen looked at the purple flower on the edge of the cliff with an unmoving expression, and said infatuatedly: "Zhuang Qing, do you know that purple blooms in Provence is lavender, and it may bloom in another place?" It's called Gesanghua, no one is wrong, it's just that we picked the wrong place to put our love." After speaking, she turned her head and looked at Zhuang Qing with a soft smile, the wind was blowing at the corner of her skirt, Zhuang Qing just looked at Zuo Yan like the wind He jumped off the cliff, too shocked to speak. When she climbed on the edge of the cliff and wanted to catch it, Zuo Yan had already landed in the green forest with the wind, and the purple petals blown by the wind were floating in the air between the cliffs.
With tears streaming down his face, Zhuang Qing looked up at the sky and shouted loudly: "Zuo Yan! You are a big fool, you and Lin Fuhan are both big fools! Ahyou are all fools, big fools."
If time moves, thoughts will follow. Back to ten years ago, Zuo Yan, Zhuang Qing, and Lin Wohan grew up in a small courtyard. They were neighbors and even good friends. That year, when he was only twelve years old, Zhuang Qing was holding a book and crying so hard, he cried to Zuo Yan, "Look, Zuo Yan, they are so miserable." Zuo Yan heard her say Yes, I snatched the book from Zhuang Qing's hand, glanced at the content of the story, it said,
The Buddha said: "Lotus Fairy, if you really want to save this scorpion, are you willing to spend three lives as a human being for him, and sink into the world?"
In the love roulette that can never be obtained? "
"Well, I am willing." The lotus fairy knelt on the ground and prayed to the Lord Buddha. The scorpion was her servant, and the scorpion accidentally stabbed the Buddha.
For a mortal woman, her appearance was ruined and she could not be married. She was lonely all her life and had great resentment. Therefore, the Lord Buddha condemned him to be wiped out.
The lotus fairy learned that she felt pity for the scorpion master and servant, and interceded with the Buddha.
Seeing that the lotus fairy did not regret it, the Lord Buddha shook his head: "Forget it, this is the cause. If you are willing to accept this fruit, you will each receive three
?The fate lottery, after going to the mortal world, as written in the lottery, will give you the fate to meet each other for three lifetimes, and accompany the sufferer to endure the loneliness in the world, forever
Do not fall in love. "
The title of the book is "The Fate of Three Lives", there is no solution, and in a blink of an eye when she was seventeen, Zuo Yan recalled that the book might be about a tragic love affair.
At this time, Zuo Yan fell in love with a boy, a very clean boy, but he was too cold, and always liked to squint at Zuo Yan with his side face. Zuo Yan told Zhuang Qing, Zhuang Qing asked with interest: "Oh, really? Then what does he look like? How do you feel?"
Zuo Yan frowned and said, "I don't know, I just feel that he is very lonely and pitiful. It seems that he has been lonely for many years. Sometimes he is like a cold scorpion." Sitting on the stands of the school playground, Zuo Yan Yan pressed the book in his hand, the white writing was a little yellowed. The sun shines on her body from the leaves, Zuo Yan gently closed her eyes, breathing in the sun intoxicatedly, feeling love carefully, the shadow of the scorpion is in her mind.
Zhuang Qing took out Zuoyan's book, looked at the cover, and said with some understanding: "Well, if this is a love story, then the scorpion should be a boy, and if the scorpion is a boy, then it is Not every girl will have a scorpion in her life." As she spoke, she half-closed her eyes to see the light and shadows escaping from the leaves, and the smile on the corner of her mouth was full of Lin Fuhan.
Two women in white clothes are hiding under a clump of greenery. The picture is so beautiful. Lin Wohan, who bought the soda, looked at Zuoyan, holding the soda in the air, and was dumbfounded. The scorpion in Zuoyan's heart was passing by the playground after playing the ball, sweating in the hands, but his eyes did not leave Zhuang Qing because of it. Seeing Zhuang Qing smiling, he couldn't help but follow the corners of his mouth, almost never smiling He smiled for Zhuang Qing.
(Women are obsessed with men, and are even more obsessed with the version of love. They always want to find their own corner in the classics, check their seats, and imagine that everything is caused by themselves, but they don¡¯t know that they will be assimilated to emotional entanglement.) (Remember the website URL: www.hlnovel.com