I knocked on the door for a long time, but no one came to open it. Frowning slightly, I pushed, only to find it ajar. I walked in and wandered around the building. The pitch-black night made it difficult to see clearly. I only spotted an ancient well at the entrance to the courtyard. It looked familiar, like I'd seen it before.
All the doors to the pavilion's hall were closed, so I couldn't get in. I walked to the backyard, intending to go in from there, but suddenly I found a simple little grave made of earth, with "Su Xiaomo's Tomb" engraved on the tombstone.
Su Xiaomo?
Why does this name sound so familiar!
who is she!
Who is she!
Why did my once calm heart begin to surge with turmoil the moment I saw this name? It was as if she was a part of my heart, as if for the past hundred years, half of my heart had been missing. Was that why I felt so lost?
Suddenly, a girl's recitation drifted faintly from the pavilion, soft and ethereal like a shower of rain, floating out of the window and into my ears;
"That day, I closed my eyes in the incense mist of Ksitigarbha Hall when I suddenly heard the mantras in your chanting, which touched my heart. That night, I listened to the Buddhist chanting all night long, not for enlightenment, but simply to find a trace of your breath. That month, I turned every prayer wheel, not for salvation, but simply to touch your fingertips. That year, I kowtowed and embraced the dust, not for worship, but simply to feel your warmth. In that life, I traversed a hundred thousand mountains, not for the afterlife, but simply to meet you along the way. In that instant, I ascended to become an immortal, not for immortality, but simply to protect your peace and joy. At that moment, I raised the wind horse, not to pray for blessings, but simply to await your arrival... That day, that month, that year, that life..."
"Oh, white crane in the sky, please lend me your wings. I won't fly far, I will just go to Litang and come back."
I listened to the piece quietly, feeling deeply moved. This is "That Life" by the Sixth Dalai Lama of Tibet, Tsangyang Gyatso. After being slightly tampered with by this girl, it became the piece above.
I thought that girl was the recipient of this package. So I stood at the bottom of the building and looked up and called out, "Miss, there's a package for you. Can you come down and pick it up?"
There was no response from the pavilion.
After a while, a graceful figure in white suddenly floated out from the window, her clothes rustling in the breeze...
I was stunned by the scene before my eyes. This girl suddenly appeared, her white gauze fluttering, elegant and ethereal, like a fairy, descending to the world.
Under my mesmerized gaze, she gracefully landed in front of me, standing before me in all her splendor. She was dressed in a silvery-white dress, her long black hair draped over her shoulders. A sweet, charming smile graced her pretty face. "This package will only be safe if you deliver it, because there's only one Xu Fei in the world."
I was stunned for a moment, looking at this incredibly beautiful girl in front of me. It was as if memories that had been dormant for thousands of years came flooding back like a tidal wave...
"Fei Fei, I'm back, carrying the oath from my previous life."
The two of them just stood there, staring at each other.
So many years and human sorrows suddenly flowed through this deep glance, and then we laughed at the same time.
A light breeze blew, and the stars twinkled. When the last ray of moonlight fell and the last ray of dawn rose, it seemed as if spring snow began to fall. The white snow fluttered and flew in the blue sky and white clouds.
——The book is finished.
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