Although Hua Nianping was as warm and comfortable as lying in a hot spring, he was forced to escape in his mind.
He suddenly and horribly realized:
Ah, the reason why this body is not controlled by the brain now is that it turns out that it belongs to another person after all.
Miao Xin is as quiet as a dumb rabbit. Perhaps deep in her thoughts, she has really entered the supreme realm of Taoism?
The orchids in the room are fragrant.
There seemed to be a voice shouting in Hua Nianping's heart:
"Hua Nianping, Hua Nianping, are you really not you anymore? The deceased Lin Sirer has not passed her first seven years yet!"
In just a flash of thought, Hua Nianping stood up and jumped, and together with Miao Xin, he picked her up from the ground. However, he was still drunk, and he used too much force. If Miao Xin hadn't taken advantage of the situation and pulled him, he would have almost died.
Will fall again.
Miao Xin stood firm, turned around and turned on the room light. The two people under the light suddenly became awkward and looked generally panicked.
"Please let me...leave Qinfangzhai!"
In Hua Nianping's panic, he missed an honorific to address the Taoist priest.
"No!" Although Miao Xin's face was full of fever and she didn't dare to look at the man in front of her for a moment, her tone was so firm that she couldn't refuse, "You will stay in this room tonight!"
She no longer calls him Mr. Xiong.
"I... I want to go back to the capital!" Hua Nianping said incoherently, repeating his original words. "I have to go back to the capital soon!"
"Knew you always had to go!"
Miaoxin lowered her head and sighed.
She took out a handful of banknotes from her arms and gave them to Hua Nianping: "I'll call you again tomorrow morning and arrange a car down the mountain!"
After she finished speaking, tears welled up in her eyes, and she ran away without looking back.
As a monk, Miao Xin, no matter how she could suppress her mortal desires, had no choice but to leave him with this trace of love left by Hua Nianping, so she saw Hua Nianping insist on it again and again.
Going to the capital makes me very sad.
After closing the door, Hua Nianping reached Miao Xin's bed. He was stunned for a long time, as if he didn't dare to lie down.
First, the bedding on the bed was elegant and neat, which made him feel dirty and he didn't dare to make a fortune. Second, the drunkenness at night, mixed with the many emotional changes of the day, was still hitting his soul continuously.
His eyes fell on the copywriting in front of the window sill, where all pens and inkstones were available.
When Miao Xin left just now, Hua Nianping saw that the walls were covered with her beautiful and elegant handwriting. At this time, he felt hesitant and sad, so he took advantage of the wine and he followed the word sign "Treading Sha Xing" and wrote an impromptu calligraphy.
A poem called "Farewell to Qinfangzhai" says:
"The orchid is fragrant, drunk in spring and lying lazily. I feel sad by the Jiuwei Lake. It is difficult to read Ping and Jiandong, and the prince Jing Ke has no old covenant. It is difficult to return after gathering and separation, and he is resurrected from the dead. Who can take pity on this desolate night? I am lonely here.
Where can I go?"
Today, he has no choice in life. He wants to force himself to forget that he is no longer Hua Nianping. From now on, he can only rely on Xiong Jiandong's reputation and trajectory to gain a foothold in the future society, so he writes in a very hesitant and depressed manner.
At the end of the poem, I casually wrote the words Hua Nianping, but then I felt it was inappropriate, so I sighed heavily and changed it to Xiong Jiandong.
Although the original Hua Nianping has been crossed out, it is still vaguely identifiable.
——His song "Farewell to Qinfangzhai" was seen by Taoist Aunt Miaoxin the next day, and the words "Hua Nianping" were discovered. In addition to eliciting Miaoxin's reminiscences about the period of practicing at Baiyun Temple in Beijing, it was later
She ordered someone to carve an inscription and place it in the courtyard of Qinfangzhai. The inscription was based on Miao Xin's wish. The person who wrote the inscription was Hua Nianping...
After finishing the poem, Hua Nianping fell into a drowsy state. He felt deeply grateful for Lin Sirer's death, Qin Xinru's disability, and Chen Hongjuan's separation. He shed tears sadly for a while before feeling sleepy.
After working hard for many days, he finally couldn't stand the comfort of Miaoxin's bed, so he threw away his old military uniform and fell asleep drunk.
I don't know what time it was, but I suddenly heard a knock on the door. Aunt Miaoxin had already floated to the bed, waving to him: "It's time, please ask Teacher Nianping to get up and set off with Miaoxin!"
When we left the house, it was not bright yet.
There are two handsome little Taoist nuns holding big yellow lanterns, lighting the way in front.
Hua Nianping remembered that he heard Miaoxin calling him teacher just now in front of the bed, and couldn't help but ask: "How does the Taoist priest know that I am Hua Nianping and not Xiong Jiandong?"
"Teacher, from now on just call me Miaoxin, never call me "Chang" again!"
Miao Xin was frightened at first, and then smiled and said: "Actually, when the students met the teacher for the first time yesterday under the Jingke Holy Tower, they felt like they had seen each other before. Just then when they entered the room, they saw the teacher's poems. His handwriting was quite familiar. When he signed the name, he felt familiar.
I used the real name Hua Nianping first, so I don’t need to speculate too much and I know it clearly.”
"But, how do you think I am Xiong Jiandong now?"
Hua Nianping wanted to find an answer from Miaoxin.
"According to the students, the teacher is also Xiong Jiandong!" Miao Xin replied, "Although Miao Xin is still a beginner in Taoism and cannot infer the teacher's current life experience, but things are unpredictable, and whoever the teacher thinks he is will be who he is!"
"How do you say this?" Hua Nianping asked again.
"Throughout the history of our Taoism, there is a sage called Zhuangzi, whose Taoist name is Nanhua Zhenren. I must have read his books."
"I have read several of Zhuangzi's books," Hua Nianping replied.
"Zhuangzi said that those who are respected by doing nothing are the way of heaven; those who are tired by doing something are the way of humanity. It is said that perfect people have no self, gods and men have no merit, and saints have no name. This is the truth." Miao Xin advised, "Teacher, if you can
When you reach a state beyond life and death, where things and I are forgotten, heaven and earth exist side by side with me, and all things are one with me, it doesn’t matter whether you call it Hua Nianping or Xiong Jiandong!”