When I returned to the mountain, I was still immersed in my sad mood and could not extricate myself, but I found that my master had been waiting for me at the entrance of the valley where the bamboo forest was located. Silently, my master took the luggage from my hand and patted my shoulder hard.

"The pain of parting is to think about it in the days to come, and to think about it but cannot do it. But if the relationship between each other is sincere, this cause and effect cannot be eliminated. Even if there is no result in this life, it will always be entangled in the next life. Sanwo, don't just look at some things in front of you. There are always people accompanying you on the road and leaving, but maybe at the next intersection, the person who leaves will be waiting for you there." The master did not look back, but just walked in front of me silently and said in a low voice.

Thinking but not getting means missing but not staying with each other, possessing. Thinking but not doing is worrying but not doing anything. Yes, separation is suffering, separation can turn any feelings into a helpless thing, how can it not be bitter?

But my master also reminded me that what I need to tell the future is that the entanglement of cause and effect should not only look at the front of me. The long road may be in this life, or in life, people with cause and effect will one day be able to walk together for a while.

Looking at the back of my master, the sad tears that I had endured for a long time finally fell slowly and slid across my face. But at that moment, the hazy mood finally had a trace of sunshine. The future can be expected, so why bother to be obsessed with it?

When I walked to the familiar bamboo forest, I found that I was a little unfamiliar. After a closer look, some herbs that were originally planted around the yard were gone.

"Master, those" I couldn't help but ask.

"Oh, since I'm leaving, I have asked people to distribute those herbs to the villagers in the village. They are not valuable things. They have a few illnesses and two pains on weekdays. Soaking water and drinking it is always good." The master walked back to the bamboo forest without looking back.

Looking at the potholes all over the ground, a trace of loneliness climbed up to my heart again. People always longed to spread their wings and fly high. At that time, they really wanted to leave the familiar environment, and that kind of helpless loneliness would still appear.

I followed my master into the bamboo forest, but found that except for a few simple pieces of furniture, it was empty.

"Master, this?" I was mentally prepared, but I still couldn't help asking questions. It seemed that I couldn't bear to let go of everything today.

"I have asked someone to move the things down the mountain. The assistant has already taken the lead and brought some things to Beijing. Today we will stay in the bamboo forest for another night." The master said lightly, his eyes very calm.

Perhaps my master has become accustomed to this unrestrained life. I once heard him sigh that in this remote mountain village, he was the place he had been in for the longest life, and he also lived the most peaceful period with me.

Maybe it’s because Master said that peaceful years are a very luxurious thing, but having them before is enough. Why bother pursuing them persistently and thinking about me wanting to live a peaceful life?

Tao follows nature, and a natural heart lies in that no matter what time gives you, you will accept, experience, and experience calmly, rather than escape, and forcefully think about what kind of life you must live.

Putting down my luggage, the master came over and sat with me in front of the corridor of the small bamboo forest. There were many days when we sat in front of the corridor like this, listening to the sound of the wind blowing bamboo leaves, and looking at the curling smoke from the mountain village at the foot of the mountain until the night was full of night.

"Why do you have to stay for one night?" I asked my master softly.

"For your farewell, I know the best of your nature. You can't do anything about parting and emotional matters. Why don't I help you?" said the master, who habitually wanted to serve tea, but found that there were any tea cups.

I was silent. Master understands me. I really can't do it in many things.

With a sigh, my eyes fell on every place in this small valley, the pool under the waterfall, the gurgling stream, by the beginning of spring, the tender green grassland, and the quiet bamboo forest, every place is my memory, I have laughed, made a fuss, been sad, and been tired here, they have accompanied me through this period of time

"Sanwaer, I'm afraid I can't start a group today. I'm hungry? Or should we go and have a good meal?" The master suddenly asked.

"No, of course I'm going to have a free meal." I said loudly, actually I wanted to go and see the place where I gave birth to me and raised me again.

"Haha, I think so too, Sanwaer, do you remember the time we went to eat free meals and the cowpea soup rice? I really want to eat it again." The master said with a smile.

How could I forget it? That time, I heard a sad love story and was sad for a long time. I was young at that time and didn’t know anything about love. Now I am fifteen years old. Although I have never experienced love, I can still find a touch of it.

The master was a straightforward person. Since he made the decision, he walked down the mountain with me. We talked about the old lady. We met her when we were getting medicine and worms a few days ago. She was considered a long-lived old man in the countryside.

When I arrived at the foot of the mountain, I returned to the small mountain village I was familiar with. I told my master that I wanted to go home and take a look. It has been many years. In order to avoid feeling in love with the scenery, I always don’t go to my old house and will leave tomorrow. I want to go and take a look no matter what.

Soon, my master and I walked to our yard, locking the door with a big lock, and the lock was already rusty.

I took out a brass key that was shiny and rubbed. My hand couldn't help but tremble and opened the big lock. The key was shiny because I often played with it, and the lock was rusty because I didn't have the courage to open the door.

After fiddling for a full minute, I opened the door. It was so difficult because I hadn't moved the lock for too long and was so embroidered.

As soon as I opened the door, a smell of moldy dust came to my nose. I couldn't help but sneeze, but when I saw this familiar courtyard again, I couldn't help but feel trembling.

At this moment, it is the courtyard I am familiar with, but it is already unfamiliar, because here, there is no longer the busy figure of my mother, the cheerful laughter of my father, and the look of my sisters and I playing wildly. It is lush and so desolate.

I walked through every corner of this courtyard, and every corner was filled with memories. It was engraved with the only childhood years that my family and I could stay with, and it was indelible in my heart.

In the kitchen, every smoke that once rose is the warmth of home. I seemed to see my mother shouting: "Three wives, don't go crazy in the yard, come and wash your hands and prepare for dinner."

In the hall, the place where the whole family sits together to eat, and also where the stove is guarding the stove and chatting together at the winter night. I seemed to hear my father say, "Sanwa, you will get me a countdown at the end of the period, and I will not beat you to death." After all, my father was not willing to beat me to death, but I really wanted to leave.

I seemed to see my parents' room, my sisters' room, my little room again, my eldest sister pinched my face again, and my second sister smiled and peeled grapes one by one and stuffed them into my mouth.

Along the way, it was covered with dust and spider webs, and the old and decayed breath came to my face, but all I saw were memories.

I ran to the yard like crazy, and shocked many unknown insects and even a grass snake along the way. I didn't care about it. I just stood at the wellhead in the yard and was dazed. The well water had not dried up. Looking down, the water quality was still clear. Here, this is the only place that has not changed.

"Sanwa, let's go." The master stood at the gate and never spoke. At this moment, he saw me staring at Jingshui in a daze, but finally reminded me that it was time to leave.

I didn't cry, and even my sadness had faded. These memories are mine. I have possessed them. They are an inextinguishable part of my life. What can I have to do with you? The long road we have walked together.

"Master, wait a moment." I shouted loudly, then picked up a small stone, tried my best to draw a line of words on the wall of the yard.

Parents, sisters, I love you, in my heart, we will always be together and never be separated.

————Chen Chengyi.
Chapter completed!