In the midsummer of July, the heat is unstoppable, the cicadas are chirping in the treetops, the sun is spreading from the top of the head, the ground is scorching hot, and a gust of wind blows up at random, it is suffocating and suffocating.
Lin Luxiao supported the car door with one hand, turned around, and the girl was standing behind him, tall and thin, beautiful and eye-catching, she would glow when the sun hit her.
"Why are you running?" Nan Chu raised his face and asked again.
Lin Luxiao leaned against the car door with his arms crossed, his brows frowned showed that he was a little impatient at the moment, he glanced at Nan Chu, took a pack of cigarettes from his trouser pocket, took a cigarette, lowered his head to smoke, Ask back: "Do you know Lin Qi?"
Nan Chu nodded.
He dusted off the cigarette and continued to ask, "Where did you meet?"
"Milan."
He took another breath, rolled his Adam's apple, glanced to one side, and said casually: "Okay, the things are delivered, I'm leaving."
Nan Chu stretched out his hand to grab him.
The man's bare arm was hard and strong, and when she held it, it was as if she was holding a piece of iron. It was hard and warm.
Her heart skipped a beat.
Lin Luxiao withdrew his hand, "Is there anything else?"
"Give me your phone number." Nan Chu stretched out a hand and spread it out.
Lin Luxiao lowered his head and glanced. The girl's palms were white and tender, with clear palm lines, and her fingers were slender, like tooth shoots after the rain.
He withdrew his gaze and said in a very low voice, "No phone."
"Then when will you take your vacation?" Nan Chu looked at him persistently.
Lin Luxiao leaned against the car door to smoke. Hearing this, he squinted at her for a while, took the cigarette from his lips, and bent down to look at her eyes. His facial features suddenly enlarged, his sword eyebrows were heroic, his dark eyes, and the corners of his lips were pursed. In a straight line, but a smile is not a smile.
Not seen for many years, the momentum is even more compelling.
Pull in the distance.
The air pressure gradually decreased, and the man's breath lingered in front of his eyes. The sudden intimacy made Nan Chu take a step back in reflex.
Lin Luxiao was still bent over, with his hands in his trouser pockets.
He bowed his head and smiled, looked away mockingly, turned around and opened the car door and sat in.
Quiet afternoon.
The car started, scraped the ground, and rolled through a wave of heat.
Immediately afterwards, a car drove out of the film and television base, and drove away in the anxious exhaust.
…
When Nan Chu met Lin Luxiao, she was sixteen years old.
That southern moon was flying all over the world, and she was the only one at home. I don't know where the wiring was aging, which caused a fire. When she woke up, the flames shot up into the sky, and the smoke choked her nostrils. It was Lin Luxiao who rescued her from the fire. come out.
When she woke up, she was already in the hospital.
At that time, Nan Chu didn't have a management team. When she woke up, she called Nan Yueru immediately.
After going through a life-and-death catastrophe, even though her mother was not close to her, Nan Chu wanted to hear her mother's voice immediately.
"Mom, there was a fire at home just now, but I'm fine now..."
Holding the phone, the little girl reported her safety timidly, for fear of worrying her mother by saying a wrong word.
Nan Yueru's voice on the phone couldn't hear any emotion, "Are you hurt?"
Nan Chu looked down at his ankle, "No, it's just that there is a burn on the foot, and the doctor said it might leave a scar."
"See if I can plant a piece of skin on it. I'm busy. I'll call when I have time."
It will always be like this.
Before I could say three words, I hung up.
Nan Chu hung up the phone in frustration, she clearly knew how much Nan Yueru didn't like her.
Years of grievances erupted in an instant.
When the head nurse found out that Nan Chu had disappeared, someone just rushed in: "Hurry up, hurry up! Call 119, there is a girl on the rooftop who wants to commit suicide."
The head nurse was startled, "Who is it?"
The man panicked and couldn't remember the name of the little star, "It's the one who was burned and unconscious just now!"
The hand of the head nurse calling 119 was trembling.
When Nan Chu was rescued from the rooftop, he was still in a daze.
As soon as he looked up, he saw Lin Luxiao's handsome face.
He was wearing a dark firefighting suit, with a helmet, and a cold face. When he saw Nan Chu, he was obviously taken aback, "Why is it you again?"
The moment Nanchu hung up the phone, he had thoughts of suicide.
But when she stood on the edge of the roof, her hands and feet began to tremble, and she didn't dare to move, so she just stood there for half an hour.
"Excuse me." Nan Chu bowed his head.
Lin Luxiao instantly understood that this was another one who flinched temporarily, and pulled the corner of his mouth, "You're welcome."
When he was leaving, Nan Chu suddenly grabbed him.
Lin Luxiao looked back, the little girl stared wide-eyed, and said in a low voice, "Is there a place for the injured in your team? Or you can take me home, and I'll give you money."
She didn't know where she got the courage to make this request to a strange adult man, but at that time, she knew that Lin Luxiao's sense of security was what she was greedy for.
Lin Luxiao only thought this girl's film was funny and had no sense of danger, so she laughed and joked, "I'll take you home, do you dare?"
Unexpectedly, the little girl puffed out her chest bravely, "Dare!"
His teammates laughed, but Lin Luxiao gradually suppressed his smile.
And that year, Lin Luxiao was 24 years old, and he was also a half-grown guy who couldn't even take care of him.
…
On Saturday, a silver-gray nanny car was driving north of the suburbs of Beixun City. The winding mountain road twisted and turned, and the ruts left marks in the dust.
Eight in the morning.
The car stopped on the hillside.
One person got off the car and walked up the hundred bluestone steps on the hillside.
On the top of Nine Blind Mountain, Buddhist Dojo.
The morning sun shines in the mist, Nanchu is dressed simply, a white T and black trousers, a pair of long straight legs and a gray letter cap on his head, walking along the winding mountain road to the depths of the mountain forest .
Passing through the green bamboo forest, you can vaguely see small brown-red cornices. When you reach the intersection, a red-brown plaque hangs horizontally on the gate tower.
Qingchan Temple.
Nine Blind Mountain, Qingchan Temple, detached from the world, meditating like a garden.
Taoism and Buddha's light are all related to people.
This fate, everything is like this.
Nan Chu took three sticks of incense at the door, went up the stairs, and came to the small courtyard behind the temple, the Sifang courtyard. The little nun passed by with a bucket and saluted her slightly.
In the center of the courtyard, stands a huge black incense burner tripod, emitting green smoke.
Nan Chu lit the incense, walked into the hall holding the incense stick, there was no one in the room, the sandalwood was faintly scented, and there were three futons at the door, looking up, in the center of the hall, the Buddha's eyes were compassionate.
After burning the incense, Nan Chu came to the Prajna Hall, and sat cross-legged on the desk.
Nan Chu saluted her respectfully, the people on the futon opened their eyes, waved to Nan Chu, and handed over the futon.
"Looking at your complexion, you should be doing well these days." The host said.
The sandalwood smell in the room was strong and smoky, Nan Chu spread the futon, sat cross-legged opposite her, and replied: "It's okay."
The host is nearly sixty years old, looking at her kindly, "Is sleep okay?"
Nan Chu nodded, "It's better."
The host wore a dark cassock, rolled his hands into his sleeves, closed his eyes and said, "Do you have something on your mind?"
Nan Chu shook his head.
The host seemed to be aware of it, still closed his eyes, and said softly, "Every time you come back to find me, you have something on your mind."
"I'll return the book." After saying that, Nan Chu pushed the scriptures in his hand.
The host glanced at it, but didn't feel relieved: "Is it because of those who attacked you?"
"no."
The host closed his eyes and sighed, but didn't make another sound.
The room was silent for a while.
The host asked again: "Is that because of Captain Lin?"
This time, Nan Chu was surprised: "You still remember him."
"If you meet once, you will remember it if you have fate."
The two of them came to offer incense once, and Lin Luxiao naturally didn't believe it. He hadn't even stepped into the door at that time, so it was hard for the host to remember.
After the words fell, the little nun came in to serve tea.
After she went out and closed the door, Nan Chu asked, "Is there any talk about marriage in Buddhism?"
Hearing this, the host turned to look at her for a moment, "Yes."
"Tell me." Nan Chu listened attentively.
"All kindness and love are impermanent and hard to come by for a long time. From love there is sorrow, from love there is fear. If you are separated from the lover, there is no worry and no fear."
There was an oil lamp burning in the meditation room, and the light was light yellow. Nan Chu unconsciously stared at it for a while.
"...is there any more?"
The host also said: "There are eight sufferings in life: birth, old age, illness, death, parting from love, resentment and hatred for spouse, not getting what you want, not being able to let go, the four sufferings are all caused by love."
Nan Chu raised his forehead, "Isn't there something good?"
"Buddhists avoid sex with men and women, what do you want to hear from me?"
"..."
"Today there is a Zen lecture, let's go and listen together. It's still the same sentence, if you can't shut up other people's mouths, then cover your ears, and the voice attacking you will naturally disappear, and evil obstacles will have their own retribution."
The two got off the desk and went out.
Walking to the door, Nan Chu stepped over the threshold and asked, "What about Captain Lin?"
The host didn't even look back, "Are you begging for him, or begging for yourself?"
"help him."
The host finally stopped and turned to look at her deeply, "I'm not convinced."
Nan Chu followed closely and happened to meet the person who was welcoming him.
There were two girls who came, one with short hair and the other with long hair. The long-haired girl had a pretty face. Her half-length hair was tied into a small bun and tied behind her head. She was wearing a bright yellow dress.
The two saluted the host, and the long-haired girl glanced at Nan Chu before asking the host: "Master, can I seek fate today?"
Nan Chu felt that the girl looked familiar, so he couldn't help but take a second look, and then remembered that it was the female doctor who was in the hospital that night.
The host clasped his hands together and said in return: "The time for marriage has passed, please come back next time."
The two looked at each other and refused to leave, "Master, you always say that!"
"Everything depends on fate."
The two probably knew it well, and were a little annoyed. The short-haired girl raised her sleeves and wanted to argue with the host, but the long-haired girl held her back, "The time is not the time, you do it all according to your own will, right?"
The host smiled lightly: "Of course not."
The host was determined not to ask for them, so the two had to leave angrily.
After the two walked away, Nan Chu quietly asked, "You know them!"
"The two girls who study medicine have been here many times."
"Why don't you count them?"
"Buddhism, if you believe in it, there is it, if you don't believe it, it doesn't exist. They don't believe in Buddha, but they come to pray for Buddha. Do you think Buddha will understand?"
…
After listening to the meditation session, the presiding officer asked her to finish her vegetarian meal, and it was already evening when Nanchu went down the mountain.
The sunset glows everywhere, sprinkled all over the mountains.
The violin recital was at six o'clock. When Nan Chu arrived, the lights in the auditorium had just started. She glanced over and saw that Lin Qi had already stepped onto the stage with the violin tucked around his neck.
Nan Chu looked around, his eyes fixed on the last row.
She lowered the brim of her hat, stooped over, and said to the person in the front row: "Take your feet back, please."
The man didn't move.
Nan Chu frowned and turned to look at him.
I saw Lin Luxiao leaning on the chair with his arms folded, his long legs slightly open, and his eyes were loosely looking at her.
Coincidentally.
"Captain Lin, put your foot down."
He looked at her for two or three seconds, then slowly withdrew his feet.
Nan Chu walked in and sat down next to him.
The performance officially begins.
The eyes of the people next to him had returned to the stage. Nan Chu looked at him sideways. He changed into casual clothes, a simple white t-shirt and black trousers.
She is not a stranger.
Nan Chu felt good about himself.
She elbowed him.
No one moved.
Nan Chu poked again.
It still doesn't make sense.
The man was motionless, like a statue.
Fifth time.
Lin Luxiao frowned with his signature Sichuan character, and gave her a warning look in his eyes, meaning—be more honest.
As a result, as soon as he turned his head, he saw the girl pulling on her T-shirt, with a proud and playful expression: "Team Lin, couple shirts."