Yuanyuan wants to get married.
The news reached the temple, where Ji Ran was feeding rabbits. After listening, he smoothed the rabbit's fur and said softly: "You have to eat well." He got up and went back to the dormitory, walking softly, as if nothing happened.
In the afternoon he sat under the window and drew circles, and he drew ninety-nine - she was nineteen years old, and he counted ninety-nine times. After the painting was completed, she folded it into a small boat and put it into the stream. She put her hands together and made a wish: "May she marry the right person." The boat drifted three feet and sank. He stood in the water and watched for a long time.
The next day he went down the mountain to Liu's house and saw Liu Wenqing speaking calmly:
"Mr. Liu, Miss Su is afraid of the dark and needs to keep a light on at night. She doesn't like to put onions in her tofu."
One by one, trivial.
Liu Wenqing was confused at first, but then his face grew colder as he listened: "Why is Master so clear?"
Jiran smiled: "I have known her for several years, and I hope Mr. Liu will treat her well." After saying that, he stood up and left. When he walked to the door, he suddenly turned around and said softly:
"Also, she has a small red mole on her lower back and is very ticklish."
Su Yuan's marriage was ruined.
Intention: Ji Ran is like everyone struggling between "emotion" and "precepts", Su Yuan is like every mortal pushed by "fate" and "karma". Their stories tell us: Some lessons are not accomplished through victory, but transcended through coexistence.