She never found him again. The boy in the white shirt seemed to have evaporated and never appeared again.
The girl searched and searched, and waited, and all the girls around her were married. She was still waiting. While waiting, she begged the Buddha, hoping to see that man again, even if it was just for a brief moment.
The girl thought, maybe, sometimes love is just a fireworks display, just a short moment.
She finally moved the Buddha.
Buddha said, do you want to take another look at that boy?
She nodded, yes, yes, at any cost!
Buddha smiled, okay, I will help you, you must give up everything now, your family, your youth, your beauty, all your happiness..."
The girl agreed without hesitation.
These are not enough, Buddha continued to say with a smile, you have to become a tree, and you have to wait five hundred years.
The girl hesitated for a moment before nodding in agreement.
In an instant, the girl really turned into a tree, standing in the wind and rain, waiting and waiting, one hundred years, two hundred years... Four hundred and ninety-nine years passed, and the girl almost lost her patience. In the last year
, she worked hard to make the tree grow lusher, and bloom one flower after another. Each one was her five hundred years of waiting and hope, and each one was her five hundred years of sighing. She trembled and waited.
, I believe that Buddha will not lie to her.
On the last day of five hundred years, people went out for spring outing again. Among the people coming and going, she suddenly saw the young man in a white shirt. Her tears fell immediately, and the flowers were floating in the air. People said in surprise,
Come and see, why did the flowers on this tree fall out all at once? The young man came over, looked at it for only one moment, and then turned away. He didn’t know that the fallen flowers on that spot were her five hundred years of tears.
A flowering tree just dies.
Buddha asked, do you regret it? You looked at him five hundred years ago?"
Bai Weiwei's voice was beautiful, and she slowly told the story. The two girls were immediately immersed in this beautiful and sad story.
When Bai Weiwei said this, she paused deliberately and looked at the expressions of the two little girls. Wow, they were all frowning and silent, waiting for the next sentence.
Ling Qiao'er saw that she hadn't continued talking for a long time, so he shook her arm anxiously and urged: "Miss, please tell me quickly, does that girl regret it?
"Yes, miss, did this girl end up with that boy?" Xi'er also asked anxiously.
Ling Qiao'er rolled her eyes at her, "I will definitely do it! Miss's story is all about the prince and the princess being together."
Bai smiled slightly, "This time it's a different ending."
"Ah, tell me quickly!" The two girls were extremely anxious.
"The girl shook her head and said she has no regrets. I want to see him again.
Buddha smiled, I can let you see him again. As for whether you can fall in love, it depends on your luck!
So the girl returned to her human form, but this time she became an old and ugly old woman. When she met him again, her heart beat wildly. The man she had been waiting for for five hundred years was right in front of her.
Walked up and said, do you still know me?
The young man said, how do I know you?
The girl said, how could you not know me? I have been waiting for you for five hundred years.
The young man ignored her and turned away. Her voice was so old and scary.