He could never believe that the end of the dream would be a more happy ending.

Shen Ce's eyes were red, don't overdo it.

"Can the list of donations be changed?" her voice asked, "Will it affect it badly?"

"It's a fake." He said in a low voice, trying his best to answer her calmly.

He turned his back to her and continued, "Even if it's a genuine product, it's still in the collection of the Shen family. No one will blame you if it's broken. Besides, don't you have me here for any mistakes you make?"

"...I'm so sad and crazy, but you have the nerve to say," she was so angry that she lost her temper, and kicked him depressed, "I really thought I kicked the cultural relics of the Southern and Northern Dynasties, and I died of guilt."

Shen Ce didn't turn around, didn't retort, and let her complain.

She kicked twice, put her arms around his neck from behind, and turned her head to look at him: "What do you do to ignore me? No apology."

He shook his head and found the best excuse: "It's okay, I suddenly thought of Shen Zheng."

Zhao Zhao's heart softened immediately, he was silent for a while, touched his face, followed his words, and comforted him: "I know you must be uncomfortable, so I insist on coming with you."

She pulled Shen Ce and made him and herself squeeze onto the beauty's couch.

She rested her head on his shoulder, trying to distract him with irrelevant topics: "To see you worshiping your ancestors today reminds me of ten years ago."

"Think of what?"

"That day, you were among the first group of ancestor worshipers, my sister and I were in the back row, and I heard reporters discussing your seniority," she said with emotion, "Who would have thought that ten years ago you were an invited guest from Macau, After the year, you are actually presiding over the ancestor worship."

He himself did not expect that without Zhaozhao's appearance, he would not be adopted into the long house, and he would not preside over ancestor worship as his grandson.

The chains of life are linked one by one and become cause and effect on their own. She is the cause of everything.

She turned her head to look at him: "How did you live before I went to Hong Kong? Tell me about it."

It was a life that was not mixed with previous memories. Shen Ce put his hands behind his head and said flatly: "Before the ancestor worship, I studied in the UK, and after the ancestor worship, I went to university, nothing special, reading, socializing, starting a business. Macau. Shen has few family members, and the family has a good relationship, and he often helps the family in his spare time."

"Why not have a girlfriend? Before I go to Hong Kong?"

He laughed, why else, waiting for you.

Zhaozhao looked at him in confusion, waiting for him to answer.

"Everyone's life trajectories are different, and there are not so many reasons." For satisfaction, he had to avoid the facts and analyze rationally, "Like Shen Zheng, it's normal to not meet someone you like until you are fifty years old. It's normal to have childhood sweethearts to the end."

She thought he would continue, and Shen Ce turned her head towards her.

The inn is small, the sound insulation is poor, and there is a faint sound from the TV under the floor.

The breath he exhaled flowed into her nostrils and into her lungs... She and his eyes were entangled, and the unfamiliar heart palpitations hit her heart again: "Brother, do you think that people's personalities will change greatly after being stimulated? Like many people who have undergone blood transfusions during surgery. After that, the character will change.”

Shen Ce listened to her and remained silent.

She couldn't describe her change, couldn't explain it clearly.

In the past, she herself did not understand why she was obsessed with Shen Ce. So much so that he forced himself to be calm and reminded himself to be sensible. Even Shen Ce said that if he wanted a child, he had to think about how to separate if the relationship was not in harmony in the future...

From the riverside disaster, everything is different.

She looked at his eyebrows carefully. Shen Ce's eyes were her, extremely gentle.

"In the past..." she said slowly, "I always complain about you in my heart. Complain that you don't say you love me, you like me."

"Shen Ce," she said softly after a long pause, "I love you. Shen Zhaozhao loves you."

She suddenly had a sore nose, covered her eyes again, what did she do, why did she cry.

He pulled her hand away and looked at her.

Hot flashes, quick kisses, overpowering the volume of the TV downstairs, and the noise of another resident in the backyard. He turned her palms over and pressed them against each other. Both palms were sweaty.

Zhaozhao suddenly laughed, and Shen Ce pressed her forehead against her: "What are you laughing at?"

"I'm actually nervous..." It wasn't the first time.

She let out a sigh of relief, his face moved away slightly, and his eyes were full of smiles, not surprising that she was abnormal. He left, walked around the second floor with bare feet, Qin Mo went from the corridor to the study, several bedrooms, and finally even the lights in the living room went out. In the backyard courtyard, the laughter of the driver and a group of men suddenly disappeared, but soon the chatter and laughter grew louder.

...

At night, Zhaozhao said that she was hungry, and the innkeeper's wife wanted to cook her a late-night snack. She saw that people were coaxing the children to sleep, and she didn't want to bother them at this time. She found out that there were snacks in the nearby alley, and the shops were closed late, and there would still be people who could fill up. The things in his stomach immediately pulled Shen Ce out. The water towns in the south of the Yangtze River have their own characteristics. There are bluestone roads and stone brick roads. Some awning boats are a scene, and some morning tea shops are signboards. They found a shop selling snacks, and found a row of small flags hanging all over the narrow alley, some for tea, some for wine, but they were all closed.

Zhaozhao was thinking about buying flower cakes, but they were sold out in the afternoon.

The only paper bag was the unsold shredded carrot cake. "Brother, I want to eat this." She encouraged Shen Ce to pay, but Shen Ce hesitated. He was afraid that the cake left in the middle of the night would not taste good, so he took out his wallet, hesitated whether to go back, and asked the driver to drive out to buy it.

"Just made, just made," the stall owner was an old couple who liked Zhaozhao very much, "Is the girl starving, there is still food in there, wait." The old man specially brought two small stools , let them sit at the door.

After a while, the food left in the back kitchen was taken out, and Zhaozhao was treated like a guest. Sliced ​​sausages, hairy crabs, glutinous rice and sugar lotus... Zhaozhao smiled sweetly and thanked him. He smiled at the old couple, and the old couple was even more happy.

Shen Ce was tall and inconvenient to sit on a small bench, so he was standing at first. Zhaozhao tugged at his sleeve, Shen Ce bent over, and she whispered, "In the middle of the night, you are standing here so fierce and unfriendly to people, sit down. The stool was specially brought for you."

Shen Ce had no choice but to sit down with his legs apart.

He didn't dare to sit too hard, the stool was too small.

Zhaozhao put one leg on his leg and fed him a piece of dark red sausage. He ate slowly, and saw the dim light of the shop fell on her face. Zhaozhao ate deliciously, narrowed his eyes with a smile, and looked at the cloth sign with wine written in the distance.

The piece of cloth was flipping in the night wind.

Shen Ce followed her gaze and looked over: "The first time I saw you, I thought of a word."

Zhaozhao bit the carrot cake and waited for him to speak.

"The people around you are like the moon, and the wrists are frosted with snow." He looked back at her.

She had read this sentence before, she tilted her head, smiled, and ate, Shen Ce was praising her for her beauty, she knew it.

Seeing that her hair was messed up, Shen Ce straightened it out for her: "Have you heard of it?"

She nodded: "I heard."

"Do you know what the scene is about?"

She hadn't looked into it.

"That is to say, the wine-selling girl in the wine house is as beautiful as the moon. She rolled up her sleeves, and her exposed wrists were whiter than frost and snow." Zhao Zhao's temperament was not like Yue's Jing, and he didn't understand at the time, why he thought of this sentence .

It was only later that realized that because the subconscious could not forget the scene of a girl scooping wine beside a wine jar and drinking secretly.

She nodded, suddenly raised her head, and looked at the night sky under the yellow light: "Brother, look, it's raining. You pay quickly, we'll go back soon, I'm afraid it's going to rain." When she said this, she didn't forget to take another bite With the shredded carrot cake in his hand, he whispered inarticulately, "You give people more money, and I will finish their lunch tomorrow."

Shen Ce shook his head and smiled, strenuously got up from the small stool, and pulled her up easily.

After paying the money, the old lady even poured a glass of milk for her to drink. Zhaozhao was moved by the friendliness given by this stranger. In the words of the old lady who complimented the girl for being so beautiful, she drank it in front of others.

On the way back, she wrapped her arms around Shen Ce's waist from behind, and the two of them walked towards the inn in the drizzle. Shen Ce was afraid of tripping her, so he walked slowly, while Zhao Zhao was afraid of stepping on his shoes, so he walked carefully.

Zhao Zhao put his face on his back and said with a smile, "Brother, the people here are really nice."

He put his hands in his trouser pockets, sandwiched hers between his arms, and replied casually, "The people here are always nice."

One side of the land and one side of the people, has not changed for thousands of years.

Seeing Shen Zheng the next day, let alone Shen Ce, Zhaozhao couldn't immediately accept this difference and change.

The man who walked into the temple like a pilgrim the day before, wearing a simple gray sweater and a black backpack, was a monk with his palms folded together and a smiling face the next day.

Shen Zheng led the two of them along the yellow wall, walked under the shade of the tree, and smiled at Zhaozhao: "It's a long time since you came to Shen's house, but unfortunately you're both abroad and have no chance to get along. It's still a thin relationship."

Zhaozhao blushed and took two steps away: "You don't need to worry about me, talk about what you want to talk about." She knew that the two brothers had a deep relationship and didn't want Shen Zheng to say goodbye to herself too much.

Shen Zheng and Shen Ce were not as touching as Zhaozhao thought. The two brothers looked at each other and smiled, saying what should have been said long ago.

"Don't blame me before you get married," Shen Zheng said, "I should have said a witness."

Shen Zheng's words were only understood by Shen Ce: In this world, the only one who knows the fate between him and Zhaozhao in the past and present life is this cousin.

Shen Ce shook his head: "You can save me by the river, you have done enough."

At the riverside that night, Zhaozhao was the first person to pull back his sanity, and Shen Zheng was also an indispensable key. That night was a dangerous game. The danger was not in the ruthlessness of the kidnappers, but in the fact that Shen Ce had to let go of his killing intent while preserving his past memories.

Shen Zheng put his palms together and said goodbye since then. He passed under the yellow wall and red window, entered the round door, and never looked back.

In summer, or on weekends, the temples of Putuo Mountain are full of pilgrims.

Seeing that it was still early, Shen Ce took her to the temple to relax. Shen Ce asked her to offer incense, and she shook her head: "My sister said that you have to repay your vows with sincerity, so there is nothing to ask for, so don't bother the Bodhisattva."

He nodded.

"Are we going to Lorgar?" She and Shen Ce were resting by the pond in the cool wind.

Shen Ce was silent for a while and said, "I'm afraid it's too late today."

She regretted: "Do you know? My father believes in Buddhism. Since I knew you lived in Putuo when you were a child, I have chatted with him several times. After listening to him, I learned that Putuo Luojia is a Sanskrit transliteration."

He nodded: "potalaka."

"potalaka." She learned to read.

"Introduced from Buddhism to China, there will be potalaka in the Korean literature." Shen Ce had a strong understanding of these because he believed in Buddhism in his previous life. "But because the translators are different, the transliterated text will be different. First, the various scriptures There are different translations in the book, and later in the secular novels, there are also different translations." Some places are "Putuo", some will be translated as "Putuo", etc. The last two words have more changes, Luojia, Luo Jia, Luojia, and so on.

"Going back to the source, if you are talking about Buddhist holy places, you are referring to a place called potalaka," he said. "The Potala Palace is also a translation of potalaka."

She nodded.

He looked in that direction and finally said, "It means, Bright Mountain."