Chapter 218: Heart light

The goose feathers snowed all night, and the snow stopped in the morning. The sky is like a clean porcelain, the purest blue.
When Lin Zhaoxi came out of the hospital, he felt burned out. Although she was weak and stared at Venus, her spirit was better than ever. So she licked Laolin to buy breakfast. She left a note, took a car, and stood in front of Ci'en Hospital on Dongming Lake.
I had a conversation last night and let her know where the genius of her mortal and Lao Lin is.
Before she left the real world, she asked the old forest who had already suffered from Alzheimer. She never regretted the choice in life. Lao Lin’s answer was
of course
.
She now knows how proud the words "of course" that Lao Lin said.
In the world that truly belongs to her, Lao Lin did not hesitate to pass by the door. He did not get his admission notice, but he did not experience 12 years of waiting. He knew what he wanted and he wanted to be a good father. This is higher than his mathematics.
So she began to ask herself, what do you really want?
In fact, this answer is not completely absent.
She worked hard for so long, that is, she wanted to save Lao Lin from car accidents, although this incident is meaningless from some angle; she also wants to help her through this pain, because she knows what the current shackles are suffering, The same thing is also meaningless from a certain point of view.
But when people start thinking about thinking about meaning, they will repeatedly think about gains and losses, see insurmountable difficulties, and then cry.
Being a genius is not a magic weapon to solve all difficulties, but true geniuses are always fearless. They understand their heart, are loyal to their ideals, pursue their love, and never fail.
The inner heart of a person seems to have to go through thousands of times to get out of the water. Lin will not be sure if she will be confused afterwards, but now, at least at this moment, she is very clear that she should go in and accompany her.
10 minutes passed, 15 minutes passed...
But she didn't get in.
The guard put down the phone and opened the small window to let her go.
The lake wind is too big. The specific reason for Lin Chaoxi has been inaudible. I only feel that at a glance, the world is in a boundless white. Only the sliding door is a deep iron ash.
She remembered the wound in her hand, the gaze when she left, and remembered what he had said, the nearby lake and the towering mountains in the distance.
She saw Nanshan.
She thought, for a long time, I was in the hospital every day, and I could see the mountain every time I looked up. So he was so familiar with it. He went there and knew that there was a place where the top of the mountain could be lit up. Wishes could be discounted. There would be a folded paper strip under the lamp.
Lin Chaoxi took a deep breath and stared at the distant mountains.

Nanshan is not high or low.
The mountains are white and snowy, and when the morning breeze blows, the mountains and snows will rise. The pine cypresses have a layer of cotton-like shells that reveal a green canopy.
Lin Zhaoxi stood at the foot of the mountain and set foot on the stone steps covered with snow.
The air is refreshing, but the mountain road is difficult. On the way, she met several college students. They were carrying photographic equipment and equipped with equipment. They were specially shooting snow scenes.
A girl saw her alone and was very happy with a dead branch for her: "Little sister, how come you are alone?"
"Someone told me that the top of the mountain is beautiful, I should come and see." She answered truthfully.
The male students of the same group are laughing and joking. Instead, the girls are very keen to ask, with a little caution: "Is it a family? The Nanshan Temple on the top of the mountain prays very spiritually."
Of course, the reality is not a family member. Lin Xiangxi thought for a long time and finally said: "It is a friend I respect, he is very healthy."
"How are you so cute?"
"what?"
"Don't answer that seriously."
Lin Chaoxi smiled helplessly.
The more you go up, the harder it is to go to Nanshan. The college students stopped in the villages in the middle of the mountain, preparing to take some of the material of the ancient village snow scene, and Lin Yixi continued to go up alone.
The mountain was so quiet that she could clearly hear the slight squeaking of the snow-splitting pine branches.
Every time you breathe, there is a mountain wind that blows through the trachea like a knife. Lin Chaoxi licked his mouth and nose and coughed a few times, feeling that his legs were soft, but did not stop.
When she was on the mountain, the morning bell rang in the empty mountain. When she really stepped into the mountain gate, the monks had begun to play from the Zhaitang. Hey, snoring, and a temple, the lunch is about to begin.
Nanshan Temple is the same as she saw in the photo.
Walking through the Heavenly King Hall is a release pool. There are red koi swimming under the thin ice layer. The stone railings are covered with white snow, and the ground is swept away by a monk.
The blue smoke rises from the incense burner and is long and long.
Lin has been walking for a long time. In memory, she and her call started from the release pool. Then he kept walking, they talked for a minute, then the wooden door opened and the squeaking sounded.
She also meditated on the time, went straight forward, and finally stopped and reached out.
The same "Oops" sound, the cold wind poured in, the front is full of lights like beans, dumped with the wind.
An elderly monk who is picking a wick is facing her. He slowly puts down the bamboo stick in his hand and turns around and salutes.
Lin Chaoxi sneaked into the face of the person, then relieved, hands folded, and bowed.
Relatively silent, a burst of silence.
Finally, the old monk said: "Why is the donor coming?"
"I want to... for a long light."
The old monk nodded and began to walk to the corner of the temple. There was a case there. He sat down and opened the book on the table. "The oil lamp is 500 years, the electronic lamp is 100 years, what do you want?"
"There are electronic lights."
"Environmental."
Lin Chaoxi smiled and bowed, the old monk opened the book, using a brush to lick the frozen ink. Withered yellow rice paper, with the name of each enshrined and the money donated by Xiao Yan, a certain month, XX, dedicated to the light xx.
When the line of sight swept through the roster, Lin’s heartbeat missed a beat:
Where is this lamp?
She asked the number on the book and whispered.
Before she actually walked into this hall, she had no answer.
As Lao Lin said, when people make countless important decisions in life, you have only a sly hunch, and no one can know the outcome in advance.
But she knew that there was a thousand miles outside her right window, and the wind whistling in the valley because she had heard of it. Stepping through the path between the Changming Lantern and the Changming Lantern, Lin Chaoxi squatted in countless swaying lights.
The number of the long light is 142,857, which is for the worshipper.
She looked up and found the cockroach in a yellowish bean light. She lifted it gently, and a stack of words lay quietly there.
Put down the lamp and expand the note.
Lin Zhaoxi heard the wick glimmer and slammed, and the refusal, departure, injury on the wrist, gentleness made her remember the sound of taking medicine, and tortured day and night. Everything has an answer.
In the distance, the sun shines through the clouds on the mountains, and the snow is covered with gold. She thought that she had seen Chongshan over the snowy sea when she came, but it was harder to move than the mountains and seas. It was only the heart of genius.
"Can I take it away?" Lin whispered in a hurry.
"why?"
"Because someone has made a wish here, I hope he will get what he wants."