Chapter 131 Red Leaves and Yellow Flowers from Yichuan
Chapter 131 Red leaves and yellow flowers come from Yichuan
On the train at night, there was silence in the empty carriage. [] A few tired-looking passengers leaned on the seats and took a nap.
A young woman with a delicate face wearing a kimono was sitting on a chair, looking at the night outside the window with a melancholy expression.
Ye Feng boarded the train, stood at the door of the carriage, looked at the few scattered passengers in the carriage, and then set his sights on the melancholy young woman.
The young woman is wearing a black floral kimono. Although the kimono is a bit shabby, it is very neat and fit. The wide cuffs are embroidered with snow-white cherry blossoms, and a pink ribbon is wrapped around the slender waist. The young woman's right hand is resting on the seat.
On the coffee table in front of her, her little white hands were holding her cheeks, and she was looking intently at the night outside the window. Her beautiful big eyes were full of melancholy and sadness.
The young woman's beautiful face and melancholy expression deeply attracted Ye Feng. Ye Feng passed through the rows of seats and stopped next to the young woman. Ye Feng looked at the young woman's soft face and slowly
He sat on the seat opposite the young woman.
After a long time, the young woman came back to her senses and saw Ye Feng sitting on the opposite seat. The young woman couldn't help being surprised and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, sir. I was looking out the window just now and didn't even notice you."
Sitting opposite."
A charming smile appeared on Ye Feng's handsome face, and he said lightly, "It doesn't matter, I disturbed your enjoyment. The night is beautiful tonight."
The young woman looked at Ye Feng's angular face, a hint of surprise flashed in her beautiful eyes, she pursed her lips and smiled, and said, "Hello, sir. My name is Harada Akemi, and I am a student of the Department of Finance at the University of Tokyo. You are also going.
From Kyoto?"
Ye Feng nodded and said, "Miss Mingmei, my name is Bert, and I came to Kyoto to appreciate the red leaves."
"Well." Harada Akemi blinked and said, "It's still early autumn. Although there are red leaves, they are not as gorgeous as those in late autumn. Why does Mr. Burt go to Kyoto to enjoy the red leaves now?"
Ye Feng smiled and said, "I am an Irishman. I finally found a holiday and wanted to travel to Japan."
"Well, that's it. Then you can go to Kyoto Arashiyama to see it, or you can go to Kyoto Zhenyudang. These places are very famous attractions." Harada Akemi enthusiastically introduced the scenic spots in Kyoto to Ye Feng
.
"Well, then I'll go and have a look. Miss Mingmei, what about you, are you also visiting Kyoto?" Ye Feng said.
"I'm not." The smile on Harada Akemi's face disappeared, and her eyes showed melancholy again, "Tomorrow is my mother's memorial day. I went to Kiyomizu Temple in Kyoto to pray for my mother."
"I'm sorry, Miss Mingmei, for reminding you of the sad past." Looking at Tanaka Mihui's sad face, Ye Feng said apologetically.
"It doesn't matter, Mr. Bert." Harada Akemi shook her head, her face became even darker, she lowered her head and said quietly, "It's all my fault that I can't help my mother and let her live in poverty and pain. When she was seriously ill,
Sometimes, we can’t let her..."
Harada Akemi's eye circles were red, her white hands kept wiping her eyes, and she was whimpering and couldn't speak any more.
Ye Feng took out a tissue and gently helped Harada Akemi wipe away the tears from the corners of her eyes.
"I think your mother must have lived a very happy life in that world we don't know." Ye Feng looked at Harada Akemi, who was wearing pear blossoms and raining rain, and said lovingly, "There is more pain in life than happiness. When a person is born
Being in the world means the beginning of pain, and the end of a person's life is the end of pain. A person's life is a process of constantly fighting against pain. The meaning of life is to find the truth from endless pain.
A little happiness."
"Actually, as long as people live in this world, they will have a lot of troubles, pain or happiness, depending on your heart. People are either strong who overcome pain, or weak who succumb to pain. No matter how heavy the burden, smile
It is a challenge, and crying is also a challenge. No matter how difficult life is, if you get through it with a smile, it is victory." With a faint smile on his face, Ye Feng softly comforted the sad Harada Akemi, hoping that this woman with a miserable life could
Get back on your feet.
Harada Akemi stopped sobbing, raised her pretty face full of tears, and looked at Ye Feng intently. Harada Akemi's watery eyes had a complex look, with some questions and some yearning.
Ye Feng took out a tissue, handed it to Harada Akemi, and said, "Meihui, I will tell you a story. After you listen to it, you will understand it in your heart."
A child saw a cocoon squirming on a small tree, as if a moth was about to break out of the cocoon. The child felt very curious, so he stopped with great interest, ready to see the transformation from a pupa into a cocoon.
The process of becoming a moth.
But as time passed, the moth struggled hard in the cocoon, but could not break free from the cocoon. It seemed that it would never be able to break out of the cocoon. The child became impatient and thought: I might as well help
It was a favor. So he used a pair of small scissors to cut a small hole in the silk of the cocoon to make it easier for the moth to escape from the fetters.
Sure enough, after a while, the moth climbed out of the cocoon easily, but its body was very bloated and its wings were extremely clumsy, hanging on both sides of the body and unable to stretch. The child wanted to watch the moth fly, but
But the moth just stumbled around and couldn't fly. After a while, it died.
Ye Feng told a Buddhist story, which he had seen in the scriptures collected by the Buddha before. After telling it, Ye Feng looked at Harada Akemi and said, "Mingmei, do you understand?"
Harada Akemi put down the crumpled tissue in her hand and nodded vigorously.
Seeing the perseverance in Harada Akemi's eyes, Ye Feng laughed and said, "The moth that has not experienced the baptism of pain is fragile. The same is true for people. If there is no pain in life, it will be vulnerable. That's right.
Because of pain, success is so beautiful; because of disasters, joy is so joyful; because of hunger, all delicacies feel so sweet. It is precisely because of the existence of pain that we can inspire the power of life.
, making our will stronger."
Harada Akemi stretched out her small hand and held Ye Feng's big hands, "Mr. Bert, I understand. It is precisely because of the previous suffering that I understand the meaning of life. I will definitely live a good life for my mother.
, and for Mr. Bert, I will work hard to live."
Ye Feng patted Harada Akemi's little hand and said with a smile, "You should be stronger for yourself. A good life is waiting for you."
Harada Akemi nodded, with a knowing smile on her lips. Harada Akemi smiled brightly, with two dimples appearing on her cheeks, and even the corners of her eyes curled up with laughter. "Mr. Bert, I will remember your words.
After I return to Tokyo from Kyoto, I will start my life again. I think I will definitely live the kind of beautiful life that I have longed for."
…
In the early morning in Kyoto, drizzle fell in the sky.
Harada Akemi held an oil-paper umbrella and waved goodbye to Ye Feng with a smile. Harada Akemi's thin body faced the wind and rain and walked firmly towards Kiyomizu Temple.
Ye Feng looked at Harada Akemi who was climbing up the stairs, with a faint smile on his face.
A gust of autumn wind blew, the clouds and fog dispersed in the sky, and the brilliant red sun poked its head out, casting golden light on the earth.
…
The mountains and forests are in a state of confusion, with red leaves and yellow flowers rising from a river.
Although it is not yet late autumn, the Kyoto area is already covered with red leaves. The red leaves are connected into one piece, like the sunset falling from the sky. It is impossible to distinguish the branch from the branch, only the red one can be seen. The breeze blows, and thousands of trees rustle, and the branches
The red leaves swayed like a beating flame. The flames reflected the mountains, the water, and the sky red. The sky and the earth became one red. There were hundreds of birds chirping among the branches and leaves, echoing the rustling autumn wind, and the creek
The trickling sound seems to be praising the vast expanse of red leaves shining like fire.
Zhennyudang in Kyoto is a famous place for viewing red leaves. Zhennyodang consists of the main hall, the three-story pagoda, the master hall and the Yakushi Hall. The Zhennyodang building is simple and elegant. Walking between the cloisters, through the Japanese paper windows,
Watch the red leaves in the courtyard, which is bustling yet elegant.
A courtyard on the east side of Zhenru Hall is surrounded by well-proportioned gardens. A pool of autumn water drawn from the lake outside the courtyard is as calm as a mirror. The lower pavilion and the upper Eight Views Pavilion are reflected in the water. Around the courtyard, a pot
Pots of chrysanthemums bloom in clusters in the wind.
The breeze blew, and pieces of red leaves were blowing in the wind, scattered in the courtyard. A thin old man with white hair sat on the ground in a small pavilion in the yard. The old man poured himself a glass of sake, admiring the slowly falling leaves.
Red leaves.
A gust of breeze blew up, picking up the fallen leaves on the ground. The red leaves on the trees swayed in the wind and fluttered down. For a moment, it seemed as if there was a rain of red leaves in the courtyard. The red leaves looked like spring flowers.
The drizzle falls continuously, with tiny drops falling.
A knowing smile appeared on the old man's face, and the wrinkles on the old man's face seemed to smile happily. He carved a deep Chinese character "Sichuan" on his forehead. The old man stretched out his hand and gently brushed away a red leaf that fell on his shoulder.
, picked up the wine glass and drank slowly.
Among the red leaves flying all over the sky, a nimble figure, like a gentle spring breeze, passed through the fallen leaves, followed by a bright red fallen leaf, flying, circling, and slowly landed in front of the old man.
The old man looked at the red leaves at the feet of the figure, stretched out his hand to rub his eyes, and slowly raised his head. The old man saw an unfamiliar face, handsome and unrestrained, with a faint smile hanging on the corner of his mouth. Looking at the unfamiliar face
The old man was shocked, frowned and said, "Who are you?"
The smile on the figure's face grew stronger, and he said lightly, "Kazuo Araki, I am the Ye Feng you are looking for."
Hearing Ye Feng's name, the old man's body trembled, and the wine glass in his hand fell to the ground. The old man exclaimed in a hoarse voice, "Impossible, aren't you in the capital of China?"
Ye Feng stretched out his hand and took a slowly falling red leaf. His slender fingers touched the beautiful lines on the red leaf, his movements were gentle and soothing, as if caressing the soft lips of his lover.
Looking at Ye Feng as if nothing had happened, Kazuo Araki stood up in a hurry. In his panic, he kicked over the wine bottle. The clear wine flowed out from the white porcelain wine bottle. For a moment, the aroma of wine overflowed, and the air was filled with
They all exuded a light aroma of wine.
Kazuo Araki looked around in panic. There was silence in the quiet courtyard, a deathly silence. The bodyguards who usually guarded the courtyard had long since disappeared. Kazuo Araki held his hand on a big tree and tried hard to control his trembling.
His body was shaking, and his voice was trembling as he said, "Where are my men?"
Ye Feng waved his palm, and the red leaves in his palm floated in the wind. The red leaves rolled in the air and fell towards a moss-covered stone in the distance. Ye Feng looked at the swirling red leaves and said lightly, "They
They are all dead, a total of eighteen people, waiting for you in hell."
Kazuo Araki's pupils dilated sharply and shouted at the top of his lungs, "This is impossible, they are all the best warriors of the Fengye group."
A gust of autumn wind blows, and the fallen leaves rustle.
The smile on Ye Feng's face grew stronger, he raised his arm lightly, and a black light, like a spiritual snake, bypassed several circling fallen leaves and accurately struck Araki Kazuo's neck.
Kazuo Araki's body shook, the blood in his neck splashed out, and his skinny body fell to the ground.
Ye Feng looked at the blood mark in his hand, and saw a string of bright blood beads hanging on the dark blood drink. Ye Feng blew it gently, and the blood dripped down from the blood drink in series, and happened to fall slowly to the ground.
on the red leaves.
The bright red of the blood and the bright red of the red leaves blend together, like a piece of charcoal in a raging fire, dazzling and emitting a scorching light.
Ye Feng put away the blood drink, looked at the gate on the east side of the courtyard, and said lightly, "Come out, it's all over."
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