gentle fairy tale

Chapter 81 81

In the past year of senior year, Yu Mian graduated with honors, and her thesis was recognized and appreciated by the professor.

She has applied for a master's degree in the UK.But before that, she opted to take a one-year gap year first.In the past year, she traveled to many places, but she still felt that it was not enough, so before continuing her studies, she still followed the previous research team to investigate ancient buildings around the world.

This year, she was 21 years old.

The last stop at the end of the year is in the Hexi Corridor.

According to historical records, Buddhism originated from the Mauryan Dynasty in India, arrived in the Western Regions, passed through the Hexi Corridor, and finally spread to the east. Therefore, the many stone kilns along this road have become treasures in the history of culture, shining brightly in the river of time.

When Yu Mian set foot on this land, what she thought of was when she was in middle school, watching documentaries at home, and she was shocked by the magnificence of time, so she burst into tears.She still clearly remembers that she told Pei Songxi at that time that she wanted to come here to have a look.

I didn't expect a sentence many years ago to come true now.

It's just... She hasn't seen that person for a long, long time.

Considering that there are a lot of Asian students in the team, the itinerary is very tight this time. After coming down from the Tianti Mountain Grottoes, the return journey will be arranged the next day.

In the last half of the day here, the time is relatively loose, young people are all fun-loving, and they drove out in the afternoon, and finally found a small temple for marriage, and they wanted to go in and have a look.

The lights in the small temple were dim, and the futons on the ground were stained and not clean. There were many long burning lamps in the temple, and the candlelight danced gently in the semi-dark light.The wishing talisman hanging in mid-air hangs down, it is the name written by the lover, praying that the sky will last forever, and this love will never change.

The friends who came together asked to get out of the order one after another.Yu Mian watched from the side, gazing at the dancing flames in the lamp, occasionally raised her head, looked at the wish made by a stranger, and was not prepared to participate.

But when her companions saw her standing alone, they all came to persuade her, handed the pen to her, and insisted on letting her write down the names of herself and the person she liked.

Yu Mian lowered her head and smiled, thought for a long time, and finally wrote down only one person's name.

The companion was a little puzzled and asked her why she didn't write her name. She just smiled and didn't speak.

It was getting late when I came out of the small temple where I was looking for marriage.

Most of the people in the company have mastered the skills of wild life. A group of people eat around the campfire at night.

They have been chatting, someone talked about their experience in South America not long ago, but Yu Mian didn't pay much attention to it.She was reading a reading report, and saw a sentence, which said that life is always around the corner, and death is also around the corner. [note 1]

She was touched at this moment.

She suddenly remembered that day in the rain, Pei Songxi told her that she would grow old and die first, and asked her if she would be afraid.

At that time, of course she was afraid and resisted, and even choked up and begged her not to speak any more.

But that person's expression was still cold and indifferent, and he continued from an extremely rational point of view, talking about what she was afraid of, saying that the world is impermanent, time passes, and life and death are hard for mortals.

Said she is the one that is blooming, and she is about to fall.

At that moment, she couldn't tell her bravely that she was not afraid, that she was never afraid, but now... More than two years have passed, and she has met many people and traveled to many places.Sometimes in the ancient buildings that have gone through thousands of years, it seems that the time is passing like water, the people of the past are gone, the things of the past seem to be still there, and the feelings recorded in the text are still the same.

Some puzzles gradually have answers.

A person's life is like a mayfly, it does not last forever, life is imminent, and death is imminent.

All she wants is the present moment.

She took out the postcard from her schoolbag, and by the light of the fire, she slowly wrote down her answer, feeling unprecedentedly calm and peaceful in her heart.

The companions chatted for a long time, until they sat in groups in twos and threes, quietly sharing each other's little secrets.Only she was sitting by the side a little out of place, looking up at the moon in the sky.

The bright and pure halo, the moonlight as bright as frost.

The profile of the girl looking up at the moon is thin and clean. From the full forehead, to the straight nose bridge, to the gracefully curved jaw, they form a straight line.The clear and cold moonlight fell on her face, and the half-hidden half-light was almost like a silent and graceful statue, with only the bright moon in the sky in her eyes.

With a 'click' sound, the person who loves to take pictures among the companions secretly took another picture of her, laughing and taunting her: "This silly girl is looking at the moon again. I don't know, I thought her little girl lived on the moon." What about my lover?"

Yu Mian smiled and rushed over: "You secretly took pictures of me again, give me the pictures, and I will delete them."

She said she wanted to delete the photo, but when she saw it, she was very reluctant.

On the vast Gobi that stretches as far as the eye can see, the full moon in the sky is ethereal and clear, and her silhouette under the moon is clear and distant.The lighting and composition are impeccable and beautiful.

In the end, instead of deleting the photo, she sent it to her mobile phone.

She took that photo and sent it to Moments.

As for what word to match... She thought about it for a long time, typed and deleted it on the phone screen, and repeated it several times.

Will that person see it?

She will see it.

At the end of every month, Pei Songxi routinely came to chat with Zhou Qingyuan.

This time, they didn't make an appointment at the clinic. They were in Huxin Park in the city. They have been here several times before. The environment is beautiful and secluded with few people.

They walked around the lake, Zhou Qingyuan refused to leave no matter what, sat down to rest in the gazebo: "No, no, I won't go with you. It's fine if Su Shang drags me for a run every day, I'm still accompanying you You've walked so far, I'm exhausted. Aren't you tired?"

Pei Songxi shook his head: "I'm not tired. Maybe I'm used to it."

About a year ago, she picked up the habit of exercising in the morning again.The only difference is probably that there used to be little girls knocking on her door, urging her to leave quickly... Now she makes a plan for herself and tries her best to get her life back on track.

Zhou Qingyuan lay down on the stone table and completely surrendered: "Okay, okay. I'm convinced. Anyway, I won't leave in the future. Let's see you in the clinic."

Pei Songxi smiled noncommittally, seeing that she was so tired that she was about to lie down, she also knew that she didn't have the strength to chat anymore, and she stopped talking to her.

In fact, in the past six months, her emotional state has gradually adjusted back. She is more aware of the changes in her state of mind than others, and she is more peaceful and stable than before, and she will no longer... because she thinks of Yu Mian, she loses control of her emotions up.

Messages keep popping up on the phone, some notifications from the work group, and schedule reminders from Wei Yi.

She replied a few times, but when she exited, she saw a small red dot next to it, and was taken aback for a moment... almost subconsciously clicked in.

This is Yu Mianfa's new development.

Because she blocks everyone but her.

"The train went through a very dark and long tunnel until there was a little more light at the end; I was looking at the moon in the sky, it was my unattainable dream"

Below the text is an image.

The young girl sits under the field, her silhouette in the moonlight is thin and clean.

She is looking up at the moon.

After Zhou Qingyuan had rested, she happened to lean over to take a look, and was taken aback for a moment: "Is this... Yu Mian?"

Pei Songxi nodded slowly, and her voice suddenly became a little hoarse: "...Well, it's her. It seems to be a little taller, and it seems to be thinner."

Zhou Qingyuan called her softly: "Songxi, you..."

Pei Songxi raised his head, the eyes of the usually deserted person were slightly red, and those clear and cold eyes were like waves on a flat lake.

She stood up: "That's all for today, I'm going back."

Zhou Qingyuan also stood up and called her from behind: "Songxi, are you sure you don't want to talk to me anymore?"

Pei Songxi walked quickly, she held the phone tightly, her voice was full of deep emotions, she was still very firm: "No, no need."

Before she went home, she printed that photo out.

When she got home, she pasted this photo on the corner of the slightly empty photo wall, and then faced the air, and smiled softly: "Mianmian..."

She went back to the room and took out the letter from the desk, which was the latest postcard sent to her by Yu Mian.

It was different from before, this time, she wrote a line.It is said that life is always around the corner, and death is also around the corner.

This, she said, was her answer.

Pei Songxi put down the postcard, and she picked up the pen again, but what she wrote was not the greeting she had written before, but a new sentence.

She writes, Stillyourmoon

With just such a sentence, she put the postcard back to the side, put it in the pile of unsent letters, and pulled the drawer closed in the next moment, as if this could suppress the surging emotions.

She looked at the photo countless times, and after thinking for a long time, she turned on the screen, tapped her fingertips on the screen of the phone, and finally typed a line.

But her thoughts are surging like a tide, and she is like a small boat in the middle of the sea, drifting with the tide.

Looking at the photo, she couldn't help raising her head in the silence, her throat choked slightly.

Has the rose she planted with care been blown outside or rained?

Is she okay?

The author has something to say: [Note 1]: Ruth Benedict "Cultural Patterns"