Chapter 865: Silhouette on Yun Chifeng

"You know, what did your dad do to your mother after the family became a monk ?!"
"My father, what did you do to my mother?"
The fearless monk was discouraged, not only his eyes were red, his nose was also red, as if he was about to cry. A man like his majestic mountain shows an almost aggrieved expression in front of me, which is not sad, but embarrassing. However, he didn't seem to want me to comfort him. He just wiped his face with his sleeves, and said, "Miss, you don't know, your father is bullying on him because he is rich and powerful in Xichuan!"
"..."
"He's locked up your mother, and it's been locked for more than two years!"
The tea cup in my hand fell down and smashed to the ground.
"what did you say?!"
I couldn't believe my ears and stared at the fearless monk with wide eyes: "You said, my father has closed my mother for more than two years?"
"Yes! I'll send someone to guard! Don't open the door, let her out, or let people in to see her. If it wasn't for your mother's pressure, you wouldn't let me come here, the family would have you-- He Yan Muzhi tore! For more than two years, he sent some meals every day. Your dad never even saw her!
"He, why did he shut my mother?"
"Why off? Huh!" The fearless monk said indignantly: "Your mother was released after being held for more than two years, and she promised to marry him after releasing it. Why did you say it was off!"
My head buzzed, as if struck by a thunder, and my neck was stiff, and it took me a while to turn my head back: "My mother didn't want to marry my father?"
"That's for sure!" The fearless monk slammed the table: "Your dad is rich and powerful, and looks better. But what about it, men with gimmicks are everywhere, knowing that it's hot How many can you have? Take the Sajia family, for your mother, that can also spell your life! "
I grabbed his monk's robe, and I was a little gasped: "You mean, my father locked my mother to force her to marry her. After two years, my mother—"
"Your mother isn't willing, you can't help it until you agree!"
After hearing his last words, I let go of the monk's robe and loosened it, but the person shook it a little bit, but felt that the eyes were dark and the world seemed to be dark.
The pictures in the memories are unusually bright.
I remembered that when I was young, Dad came back to accompany us after a busy day of business. He would lie on the window sill of the lake with me, throw fish food into the water, and watch the goldfish that rushed to eat. Laughed straight; at this time, two small bowls were delivered to us, which contained a small bowl of orange butter and sprinkled with some crushed ice. My father and I picked up spoons and ate a spoonful. Both were sour. He squinted his eyes, and my mother smiled and swept the fish food we left on the window sill with a handkerchief; when I finished eating dessert, my father either took me to write under the lamp or taught me to read poetry, and my mother sat next to me. Holding the fan, he gently shook us twice, and his face always had a gentle smile.
In retrospect, those memories are warm.
Even after a long period of ups and downs, I can still rely on these warm memories to let me live.
But I never imagined that their marriage was formed by my father's compulsion. Although there seems to be no affectionate drama between them in my memory, my mother always smiled and walked away. Even after being kicked out of the Yan family, her smile was not exhausted, and she never said a word about complaining to my father.
If she was really forced to marry my dad, why haven't I seen her hate for so many years after that?
What about my dad?
He regretted marrying for my mother and abandoned Miss Xue Jiaer. I thought it was because they were in love with each other very much. The decision he made, who knew it was n’t, was only last night. I only knew that he only saw me Mother, immediately faced his own family affairs, and he resolutely refused to worship, leaving his bride on Xitang.
But now, what I didn't even think of was that after all this, it turned out that he had kept my mother for more than two years and had been forcing her to promise to marry herself.
So, cruel fact!
What kind of person is he?
Why do I seem to have never recognized my parents and those years with them?


By the time I left the fearless monk's Zen courtyard, the morning mist had completely dissipated.
Sunlight pierced through the cumulonimbus clouds and dropped a dappled light and shadow on the mountain. With the continuous return of the clouds, the projections changed continuously, forming strange images.
As if those pictures in my memory.
It turns out that there is no real.
I stepped on the stone steps built along the mountain step by step, the low porch was almost within reach, and after a while, I had already reached the place where the light and shadow kept flowing, but when I stood there, I felt nothing. Then, it turned out that he was in the ever-changing light and shadow.
Only in this mountain.
Unconsciously, I have already reached the deepest tower of Tianmu Temple, which is also on the top of the mountain. The clouds here are more dense, the air is filled with a faint smell of water, and the grass leaves at the foot are full of condensation dew. The crystal clear dew also became a little chaotic because of the fog around it.
I felt a coolness at the ankles. It was that the dew had flared the skirt corners and soaked in the shoes and socks. I gently lifted the skirt corners and heard a happy laugh coming from the front, breaking the piece The solemn silence in Tallinn.
The chaotic dew is also gorgeous because of the colorful clothes facing the fog.
As soon as he looked up, Lier saw a bunch of flowers in his hand and ran out from behind a stupa.
She saw me at once and shouted happily: "Mother!"
Then he flung it into my arms.
I was bumped by her, but felt the warmth and vitality brought by the warm and soft body, and couldn't help laughing, and lowered my head and stroked her hair wet with mist: "Lier, How did you get here? "
"Ada brought me over to play!"
"Oh?"
I looked up and saw Pei Yuanxiu coming out from behind Tallinn. When he saw me, he immediately smiled and said, "You are also here."
"Ok."
He glanced at me again: "You don't look well."
"Really?" I reached out and touched my cheek, smiling. "Maybe I didn't sleep well last night."
"You've been too tired recently, so take a good rest."
"Got it."
I smiled, stretched out my hand again and pinched Li'er's face in my arms, looked around, and asked, "Hey, didn't Liu Qinghan come with you, why didn't you see him?"
As soon as this word came out, Li Er immediately pursed his mouth: "As soon as I go up the mountain, my third uncle will disappear."
"Oh?"
I looked up at Pei Yuanxiu and he nodded: "I don't know where he went."
Li Er pouted again: "We didn't find him after a search."
"Maybe, he didn't find you either, so he went down."
After finishing speaking, I looked up at the quiet and quiet Tallinn in front of me, and the back of the Tallinn, the distant, ridges and ridges in the mist-there are some familiar scenes that have not yet appeared, but I can't wait It stands out from the dust of memory.
At this time, Lier sneezed.
I touched her, and the clothes were relatively thin, because after playing in the mist for a while, they were a bit moist, and hurriedly said, "Come on and change clothes, you have to catch cold like this!"
"But I still want to play."
"If you're sick, you need medicine!"
When I heard this, I remembered the dark soup and herbs that I fried for her when I was ill, and I immediately obeyed. I gave her to Pei Yuanxiu. He was leaving with Lier ’s hand and turned back. Look at me: "Aren't you going with us?"
"I want to go again, you guys go."
"Okay. Be careful, too. Don't catch cold."
He told me and left with Lier.
Watching their back disappear at Shimen before I turned around and looked at the Tallinn in front of me.
In this Tallinn, the tallest seven-story and eight-sided pagoda was actually the earliest beginning, but because many monks in Tianmu Temple passed away and died, they were buried here. This became the tomb of Tianmu Temple and many Monk's tomb tower. And I remember that Tianmu Temple would not refuse to visit the monks at that time. At that time, many monks came to Middle-earth from the west, but stopped because of the war in the Central Plains. Tianmu Temple, and after their death, they also built the tomb tower here, because the solemn Tallinn in front of them was formed.
However, this is not the main purpose of my coming today.
Go slowly along the middle path, it's so quiet here, I can almost hear the rustling sound of every step on the soft grass.
Soon I walked under the stupa.
At this time, the sun penetrated the clouds and sprinkled on the mountain top.
And in the clouds, I saw the distance, a rolling mountain range that has almost merged with the blue sky and white clouds. Under the sun's rays, a strange crimson was seen, and even the surrounding clouds seemed to be all It was stained with such red.
Cloud Chifeng.
The landscape that caught my eye was almost the same as what was painted on that painting.
It's just that one figure is missing.
I stood on top of the mountain and quietly looked at the picturesque scenery in front of me. I could see the same scenery as him, but I couldn't understand his mood at that time and what he did later.
After all, this dusty past is unbearable.
When I was standing quietly, suddenly, there was a whisper of wind above my head, and I turned around subconsciously and looked up, only the white shadow flashed in front of me.
I was taken aback, took a subconscious step, and when I looked up again, I realized that it was a white shirt that was blown by the wind and fluttered in the wind. On the third floor of the stupa, Liu Qinghan, wearing a white gown, was standing there, looking down at me in amazement.