The wind of the past life, the dust of this life, who is whose present life, who is whose previous life?
Who is sorry to whom? Who has missed whom?
There are many sorrows that people have to go through in this life. Since ancient times, love has been the most painful.
You have to endure the discomfort. Only if you can endure the suffering can you go further.
The wind in the night is whining, the moon in the night is pale, and the stars in the night are blinking, wanting to shed tears, wanting to stop the inexplicable sadness.
Looking at the world with tears, the whole world is full of sadness.
At this time, Xu Jiaorong was completely shocked. Years of waiting were all in vain, and she was filled with deep love. Is this all over like this?
"For so many years, Miss Xu has taken care of me in every possible way. I am deeply moved. After many tossings and turns and deep thinking, I want Miss Xu to be my sister. Are you willing to have a useless brother like me?
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Every word Zhang Yutang said resounded in the depths of Xu Jiaorong's soul. The corners of her mouth trembled slightly, and she gave a wry smile:
"You want me to be your sister? Master, I'm just a servant, how can I bear this?"
There were faint traces of blood on the red lips she was biting, and her trembling tone had a hint of tears, full of sorrow and dejection.
The night sky after the new rain was full of hurt and pain. Zhang Yutang clearly felt this strangeness. Is the injury really inevitable?
The eighteen-year-old girl was a flower. Just when the flowers were in full bloom and charming, she was hit by wind and rain, which wetted the bananas and broke people's hearts.
"It's my fault. Over the years, I have been concentrating on spiritual practice. I have ignored that in this era, an eighteen-year-old girl can no longer be called a girl. Just like the leftover women in my era, those who have not yet left home at the age of eighteen
Girls, in the eyes of today’s people, are leftover women.”
Zhang Yutang deeply blames himself:
"I have never fully integrated myself into this era. I have always thought that girls are not suitable for marriage until they are at least in their twenties. Did this mistake make Xu Jiaorong miss her golden age?"
"But can I marry her? To heal her sorrow, to marry her. Is such a marriage fair to her and me?"
"Perhaps one day in the future, all the passion will settle down, and the sweet love will turn into a strong family affection to support each other, but I really long to experience love, love and pain.
Only when you have gone crazy will your life be considered worthwhile."
Looking at the injured Xu Jiaorong, Zhang Yutang stepped forward:
"Sister Jiaorong, from the bottom of my heart, I have always regarded you as my biological sister, and I also regard Xu Xian as my younger brother. I have said from the beginning that you are not a servant of my Zhang family.
You can come and leave at any time, you are my sister, no matter you are rich or poor, you will always be the sister I respect the most in my heart."
"Sister? It's great to have a saint like you as my younger brother. Sister, I feel a great honor."
Xu Jiaorong looked at Zhang Yutang in front of her. She couldn't hold back a trace of tears, and finally flowed down her cheeks. She turned around immediately, and as soon as she turned her face, the two people seemed to become so far away. What they once said was no longer the same.
It may be coming true.
"Good brother, if nothing happens, I will go back first. I feel a little uncomfortable."
Turn around, shed tears, run.
Zhang Yutang watched the trembling figure go away, silently, but he could only watch her leave, but could not say anything to stay.
If you love her, love her deeply; if you don't love her, let her go.
"Solve it?"
Mrs. Zhang didn't know when she came behind Zhang Yutang, looked at the direction Xu Jiaorong was leaving, and sighed:
"She is a good girl. You are so cruel after waiting for you for so many years."
"Mother, am I wrong?"
Looking back at his mother, Zhang Yutang's face was filled with sadness. He didn't want to hurt anyone, but sometimes, he was hurt:
"Should I keep her and take her into the room? At least that way, she will be happier, right?"
"No, she won't be happy, and you did nothing wrong."
Looking at the haggard Zhang Yutang, Mrs. Zhang felt distressed:
"My child, you are right to do this. If you take her into the room forcefully, you will not be happy, and she will not be happy either. If you want to be happy, only two people who love each other can be happy together.
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"Long-term pain is worse than short-term pain. In this life, people have to go through a lot of pain and struggle before they can mature."
He walked over, took Zhang Yutang's head into his arms, and held him tightly:
"Child, don't think too much. Let the past go by."
Zhang Yutang lay in Mrs. Zhang's arms, feeling sour and astringent in his heart. Suddenly it seemed that he had thousands of grievances that needed to be vented. His tears could no longer be controlled and finally flowed down, soaking his clothes.
Mrs. Zhang gently stroked Zhang Yutang's head with her hand and murmured to herself:
"My poor child, are you filled with too many grievances in your heart? Cry loudly, cry out, and have a good sleep, and you will feel better."
In the world, no one knows more about a child than his parents. For the things that Zhang Yutang has worked very hard for since he was a child, Mr. Zhang and Mrs. Zhang have always seen it in their eyes and felt pain in their hearts.
While many children were playing and playing, Zhang Yutang had already begun to read poetry and books diligently and practice martial arts.
When the children returned from school early and were busy taking advantage of the east wind to fly kites, there was no sign of Zhang Yutang; when they were sitting sideways on the strawberry grass, fearing that the fish would be frightened, there was no sign of Zhang Yutang.
So many innocent years, so many years of wanton laughter, passed in the blink of an eye.
However, Zhang Yutang has been studying and improving calmly, leaving laughter to everyone he knows, and burying the pain deep in his heart.
He always felt that he was a strong person, never shed tears, never regretted, but the moment Xu Jiaorong turned around and left, a huge pain filled his heart. He didn't know why, but he just wanted to cry.
return.
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No matter what happened, nothing could stop the pace of time. After a night rain, it was morning in the blink of an eye, and the cool spring breeze blew up, waking up the sleepy face.
Qiao Zijian always felt a little uneasy when he woke up in the morning. He looked at the busy old woman and asked:
"My child, let me tell you something, I always feel very weird."
"What's up?"
The old woman didn't even look back and continued busy cooking.
After sorting out his thoughts, Qiao Zijian told the old woman briefly and clearly about his dream last night:
"Look, isn't it weird? I dreamed about the Water God of the West Lake for no reason. Moreover, the image of the Water God is as if it is engraved in my mind and cannot be erased. It is so clear."
"Isn't it just a dream? There's nothing strange about it."
The old woman smiled and said:
"Didn't you often have strange dreams before, but nothing happened?"
"It's different this time. I always feel that something is wrong, and I always feel that something will happen. I feel so worried. I'm going to go out for a walk first, get some fresh air, and relax. I'll make dinner soon. Remember to call me."
Qiao Zijian opened the door and walked out. It had been raining on the road, and his feet were wet. He looked at the street and walked casually. The dream from last night came to mind from time to time.
"The water god of the West Lake wants to accept boys and girls, otherwise he will cause a flood and flood the nearby villages."
Before they had gone far, they heard many people talking. During the discussion, Qiao Zijian surrounded them mysteriously and listened to a few words, his face turned white as snow.
The things these people were talking about were all about the West Lake Water God. One night, dozens of people had the same dream at the same time. The golden god descended from the sky and asked everyone to donate boys and girls, otherwise there would be a flood.
, flooded villages.
The incident quickly alarmed the elders in the village. They walked towards the village temple without even eating breakfast. The temple enshrined a goddess with picturesque features, majestic and dignified. At the feet of the goddess was a ferocious-looking green dragon.
The villagers prepared three animals, incense, candles and gold paper to pay tribute to the goddess one by one.
After praying for the blessing of the gods, the elder's face was as pale as gold. He looked at the villagers gathered together and said:
"We have always believed in the Qiantang Water God. The Qiantang Water God is compassionate in his heart and brings blessings to everyone. Today, the evil god who doesn't know where he came from actually casts evil spells and entered everyone's dreams. He also asked for sacrifices of boys and girls, otherwise he would be killed.
A flood is about to flood our village. What do you think of this?"
"Uncle Qiao, it's obvious that this is a conspiracy, but we don't have any magical powers to protect Zhuangzi. What should we do if the demon really takes action?"
Uncle Qiao’s face was full of wrinkles and his silver hair was like frost. He also frowned when he heard this:
"We have to believe that the Qiantang Water God will bless us. However, if the Water God has no time to escape, it will harm the whole village. We have to find other ways."
"Why don't we go to Jinshan Temple? I heard someone said that there is an eminent monk coming to Jinshan Temple. He might be able to conquer demons."
Someone next to me responded:
"Yes, I heard that Zen Master Wu Neng has achieved perfect merits recently, and he has attained enlightenment and ascended to the Paradise together with the white lotus falling from the sky."
"And the current Zen Master Fahai is the successor designated by Zen Master Wu Neng. He naturally has great supernatural powers and great power."
Zen Master Wu Neng was secretly killed at three o'clock in the afternoon. Afraid of causing panic among the people, he announced to the public that his merits and deeds were perfect and he ascended during the day.
The elder listened and thought for a while:
"Find two smart people from the village, take the incense money to Jinshan Temple, and ask Master Fahai to come and eliminate the demons. The remaining people continue to pray here for the blessing of the Qiantang Water God."
"If these two methods don't work, we have to prepare the boys and girls first, and make plans to donate to the water god of the West Lake at any time. Besides, it is a good thing to serve the gods. There is no guarantee that they will come out in the future.
There is a god."
As soon as I entered the water palace, I didn't know if we would see each other again in this life. No one wanted to have their children dedicated to the water god of the West Lake. You looked at me and I looked at you without saying a word.
Uncle Qiao sighed secretly:
"Since no one is willing to take the initiative, why not let everyone who has children at home write down the names of their children and draw lots. The child of whose family you catch will be counted as that family." (To be continued. If you like
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