It snowed heavily all night, and the snow stopped in the morning. The sky was like polished porcelain, the purest blue.
When Lin Zhaoxi came out of the hospital, her fever subsided. Although she was exhausted and staring at her eyes, her spirit was better than ever. So she took advantage of Lao Lin to buy breakfast, left a note, took a taxi, and stood in front of the Ci'en Hospital by Dongming Lake.
The conversation last night made her understand the gap between a mortal like her and a genius like Lao Lin.
Before she left the real world, she asked Lao Lin, who was already suffering from Alzheimer, if he had never regretted the choices in life, and Lao Lin answered "of course".
Only now did she realize how proud Lao Lin was of the word "of course".
In the world that really belongs to her, Lao Lin passed by that door without hesitation. He never got his admission letter, nor did he experience 12 years of waiting. He knew what he wanted, and he wanted to be a good father. , this matter is above his mathematics.
So she started asking herself, what do you really want
In fact, the answer is not at all.
She has worked so hard to save Lao Lin from a car accident, even though this matter is meaningless from a certain point of view; she also wants to help Pei Zhi through this pain, because she knows exactly what Pei Zhi is suffering now. Things are equally meaningless from a certain point of view.
But when people start to think about meaning, they will repeatedly think about gains and losses, see insurmountable difficulties, and then cry.
Being a genius is not a magic weapon to solve all difficulties, but true geniuses are always unflinching. They understand their own hearts, are loyal to their ideals, pursue their love, and remain unswerving.
In the human heart, it seems that it takes tens of thousands of cleanings to get to the bottom of it. Lin Zhaoxi is not sure whether she will still be confused in the future, but at this moment, at least at this moment, she is very clear that she should go in to accompany Pei Zhi,
10 minutes passed, 15 minutes passed...
But she couldn't get in.
The doorman put down the phone, opened the small window, and let her go.
The wind from the lake was too strong, and Lin Zhaoxi couldn't hear the specific reason. She just felt that the world was plunged into boundless pure white at a glance, and only the sliding door was deep iron gray.
She thought of the wound on Pei Zhi's hand, the look in his eyes when he left, and what he had said, the nearby lake and the towering mountains in the distance.
She saw Nanshan.
She thought, for such a long period of time, Pei Zhi was in the hospital every day, and every time he looked up, he could see this mountain. That's why he is so familiar with it. He has been there before and knows that there is a place on the top of the mountain where you can light a long-burning lamp, and you can get a discount for making a wish, and there will be a folded note that will be pressed under the lamp.
Lin Zhaoxi took a deep breath and stared at the distant mountains.
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Nanshan is neither high nor low.
The mountains are covered with snow, and when the morning breeze blows, ripples will appear in the mountains and snowy seas. The pines and cypresses shed a layer of cotton-like shell, revealing the forest green crown.
Lin Zhaoxi stood at the foot of the mountain, stepping up the snow-covered stone steps.
The air is brisk and refreshing, but the mountain roads are difficult. On the way, she met several college students. They were carrying photographic equipment, fully equipped, and they came specially to take pictures of snow scenes.
A girl saw her alone, and kindly picked up a dead branch for her: "Little sister, why are you here alone?"
"Someone told me that the top of the mountain is beautiful, and I should come and see it." She answered truthfully.
The male students were laughing and laughing, but the girl asked sharply, with cautious eyes: "Is it a family member? The Nanshan Temple on the top of the mountain is very spiritual."
In reality, Pei Zhi is certainly not a family member. After thinking for a long time, Lin Zhaoxi finally said, "He is a friend I respect very much. He is quite healthy."
"Why are you so cute?"
"ah?"
"Don't answer so seriously."
Lin Zhaoxi smiled helplessly.
The higher you go, the more difficult the road to Nanshan becomes. The college students stopped at a village in the middle of the mountain, preparing to take some pictures of the ancient village's snow scene, while Lin Zhaoxi continued to go up alone.
The mountain was extremely quiet, and she could clearly hear the slight clicking sound of the snow crushing the fallen pine branches.
With every breath, the mountain wind blows through the trachea like a knife. Lin Zhaoxi covered her mouth and nose and coughed a few times, feeling her legs were weak, but she didn't stop.
When she was on the mountain, the morning bell rang on the empty mountain, and when she really stepped into the mountain gate, the monks had already started to beat the boards from the dining hall. Go around the temple of Du and Du Shengrao, and lunch is about to start.
Nanshan Temple was the same as she had seen it in the photos.
Walking past the Temple of Heavenly Kings is the Free Life Pool, where red koi fish swim under the thin ice layer, white snow is piled on the stone railings, and a green brick path is swept out of the ground by monks.
Green smoke rises from the incense burner, long and distant.
Lin Zhaoxi kept walking. In his memory, Pei Zhi and her started calling from the release pool. Then he kept walking, and they talked for eight or nine minutes, and then the wooden door opened, and there was a creaking sound.
She also meditated on the time, moving forward along the corridor, and finally stopped and stretched out her hand.
With the same "squeak", the cold wind poured in, and the room was full of lights like beans, dumping with the wind.
An elderly monk who was picking a wick turned his back to her. He slowly put down the bamboo stick in his hand, turned around, and saluted.
Lin Zhaoxi looked at the monk's face first, then heaved a sigh of relief, clasped his hands together, and bowed in salute.
Relatively wordless, a moment of silence.
Finally, the old monk asked, "Why did the benefactor come?"
"I'd like to... keep an ever-burning lamp."
The old monk nodded and started to walk towards the corner of the side hall. There was a desk there. He sat down and opened the book on the table, "Oil lamps cost 500 years, electronic lamps cost 100 years, which one do you want?"
"There are also electronic lights."
"Environmental friendly."
Lin Zhaoxi smiled and lowered her head, the old monk opened the book, dipped the frozen ink with a brush. Withered yellow rice paper, on which is written in small letters the name of each enshrined person and the money donated, a certain year, a certain month, so-and-so, the enshrined lamp number xx.
Looking across the roster, Lin Zhaoxi's heart skipped a beat: "Where is this lamp?" She pointed to the number on the roster and asked in a low voice.
Before actually entering this side hall, she had no answer.
As Lao Lin said, when people make countless important decisions in life, you only have a vague hunch, and no one can know the results in advance.
But she knew that outside the window on her right was a wall standing tall, and the wind would howl in the valley, because she had heard that Pei Zhi had come here before. Stepping through the path between the ever-burning lanterns, Lin Zhaoxi squatted down among countless flickering lights.
The number of the ever-bright lantern is 142857, and the consecrator is Pei Zhi.
She raised her eyes and found that lamp among the yellowish bean lamps. She lifted it gently, and a folded note lay there quietly.
Put down the lamp and unfold the note.
Lin Zhaoxi heard the light crackle of the wick, Pei Zhi's refusal, leaving, the injury on her wrist, the gentle voice reminding her to take the medicine, her inner torture day and night, everything has the answer.
In the distance, the sun shines through the clouds on the mountains, plating the snow-covered mountains with gold. She thought she had seen Chongshan crossing the sea of snow when she came here, but what is more difficult to shake than the mountains and seas can only be the heart of a genius.
"Can I take it away?" Lin Zhaoxi asked in a low voice.
"Why?"
"Because someone made a wish here, and I hope he gets it."