Chapter 358

The Wutong trees in the early autumn, the leaves of the Wutong tree fall on the sides of the street. The roadside is covered with thick leaves. Ruoxi steps on the withered and yellow leaves and walks on the familiar streets of her hometown.

I don't know why I feel more and more confused in Ruoxi's heart when I leave home. It's been a year since I left this lovely city. What happened in a year?

Dad always said he was busy. Grandma was ill and was admitted to the hospital. He also changed from a girl to

At the beginning, he was devastated by the death of his first love boyfriend and almost left this complicated world with the lovely boy.

At the moment, the girl's heart is full of worries, my God! In this lovely city, is there anyone who is as upset as me. The closer you leave home, the more you want to be quiet, but you are an ordinary person. You want to go to another strange country quietly, but you stumble and fall into another world. In that strange country, a lonely girl in that strange world, with no language, faces blonde men and women every day, In addition to learning, we have to deal with all kinds of physical discomfort. One year, I spent my whole life to spend the most difficult year of my life, living in a different way from others.

This year, summer came late. From the beginning of summer, Ruoxi, who lived in the north since childhood, didn't know whether it was summer or late autumn or early winter, or the reason for her mood. When she knew that she had a small life in her stomach, she felt not only the coldness of her heart, but also the coldness of ice and snow.

At that moment, I miss my dear mother, but my mother has gone to another world. In another world without any disputes, my mother will never know what kind of suffering her daughter is going through.

Dear mother, do you know your daughter's confusion? Do you know how difficult it is for your daughter? When little Ruoxi couldn't sleep, she cried out to her mother again and again in that strange country, facing the cold sky outside, in every thin and cold night.

A girl, in a strange country, has no relatives around her. Watching her stomach grow up day by day, no one can understand the fear in her heart.

The roaring wind of the night to be born ravaged the city. When she fainted again and again, she even felt that she had seen her dear mother. Even felt that she was about to be held in her arms by her dear mother, but Ruoxi smiled weakly when she heard the sweet angel cry!

The next morning, Ruoxi still felt the bone cold in the city, but when she saw the pink life in her arms, saw the eyes like black gemstones staring at her motionless, and felt the greedy sucking of the small mouth like red cherry towards her milk room... The girl grew up at that moment because she was a mother, The little life in my arms needs me.

Maybe Ruoxi became strong from that moment, or maybe the greatness of maternal love made this weak woman change her role at once. At the age of 18, she has become a mother and quickly put into a new role.

My dear, when she is busy studying in Berlin, she has no choice but to accept the cruel reality that her father has no choice but to go to college. She is a mother. Although Wang Yue has left the cold world forever, she has the responsibility to raise the child for the lovely big boy. She wants the lovely big boy to leave a vein of blood in the world.

Two months later, Ruoxi was admitted to the University of Berlin with excellent results. The moment she received the admission notice, Ruoxi cried. She knew that she was one step closer to success and one step closer to her dear father.

Pushing the children out of the rental house they haven't been out of for more than two months is the most beautiful April day in the world. The garden in the courtyard of the community is already a colorful scene. All kinds of unknown flowers compete for beauty, or pink, or yellow, or pink, or apricot, or spring jasmine, or rose, which always gives visitors a little surprise or visual impact.

Flowers are red and willows are green, the wind is cold and the sun is warm. On the lifeless oil road, you can see the new green and colorful everywhere. In the depths of the park, pine trees are green,.

I took a taxi to the temple I often go to, or today is the first or fifteenth day of the lunar calendar. The incense burner is burning a curl of Buddhist incense. The faint Sanskrit sound reverberates in the park. Ruoxi's heart suddenly feels quiet and comfortable, unprecedented. All kinds of disappointments, all kinds of unhappiness, are drifting away in the Sanskrit

In the main hall, believers wear plain clothes, bow their eyebrows and nod their heads, or chant scriptures or solve things. Green lanterns and ancient Buddha, fleeting years turn dark, lonely Sanskrit sound, yellow involved in dreams. I couldn't help but sit there and think about it. I don't know what kind of woman they were in their previous lives. Have they ever been shy and graceful? Have you ever had bright eyes? Have you ever been flirtatious? Have you ever loved like me in the world of mortals?

The answer is, of course, unknown.

I don't know what kind of woman experienced what kind of story, and then resolutely put down all the constraints in the world. The fleeting years turn dark, and stay with time in this quiet time. In a foreign country, Ruoxi envies these women in blue with a lonely lamp.

In this world, they are just practitioners in the temple, guarding the main hall, the solitary lamp and the Yellow scroll. Are they unwilling to watch the time burn off inch by inch and the beauty wither inch by inch? Can't bear it? Is there any reluctance? The lonely spring water is free from dust. They are like tea, with water as company, void and jade lamp, and cloud water as a career. Even if I loved in the previous life, it has nothing to do with this life. It's just an old dream, just an old story.

In this world, I can't be a lotus in a pool of water. I lie dormant quietly in the pool. Whether it's beautiful, dusty, indifferent or empty, it's only for myself, blooming for myself and shining for myself. The cold at the end of spring and the beginning of summer still can't affect the choice of fate, and loneliness can't affect the passage of time. Outside the world of mortals, in a clean place, you can travel in your own world with the clouds, the moon, and time.

I have always felt that letting go is not only a kind of courage, but also a kind of wisdom. Not everyone can give up. At this time, Ruoxi can't let go of some people and some things, some feelings and some love, all kinds of prosperity, all kinds of love, all kinds of troubles, all kinds of depression, all kinds of reluctance and all kinds of helplessness, Waving does not take away a trace of clouds, so free and easy, I really can't do it.

The world of mortals is a world where everyone exists. There are a lot of traffic, people's voices are boiling, philistine Hawking, children's frolicking, the smell of fried scallion oil, occasionally passing by beautiful women, looking back and smiling, dumping all sentient beings. All these things pass us a kind of warmth, which makes me an ordinary person who can't give up. I can only live by this warmth and strong.

Ruoxi is still a child and a layman after all. She is greedy for the warmth of family affection, the beauty of love and the sweetness of friendship in the world of mortals. Beautiful clothes, fragrant cars, wine and flowers, each of which will move Ruoxi's face and make Ruoxi nostalgic and reluctant to put it down. This 18-year-old woman has the little happiness of a layman, the little happiness of a layman, the joy of a layman's children and the little troubles of a layman.

Ruoxi is greedy for red fireworks and earthly warmth. Now she has another concern that she can't give up. Ruoxi bends down and kisses the sleeping child in the cart. Hey! I may not have the chance to live with this lonely light and yellow scroll in Tsing Yi in my life, but what does it have to do with it? Living in the world is doomed to me. For such troubles and happiness, just choose the one that suits you best.

Pushing the child out of the main hall, the sun is still bright and generous, warming the corners of the park. Ruoxi is glad that she is still greedy for the world of mortals.

When Ruoxi, who is far away in a foreign country, feels that she is about to be tortured by life, and feels that she has no reason and courage to stick to it, this woman will come to the only place in the city where she can feel at home. Only this place can give her heart a moment of peace, Only this place can calm down and keep away from troubles. Only this place can make Ruoxi who leaves home feel at home. Feel such a hall, listen to these Sanskrit sounds, bathe your mind, and those little troubles and worries will leave, even for a while.