Huo Qingsong is Bai Meng's neighbor. He lives upstairs and raises a large Samo called Ruby. When Bai Meng was in high school, he did his homework in front of the window. He often saw a tall and thin long-haired man running around in the window by a white Samoru. Bai Meng held his chin and looked at him and laughed in front of the window. If Qingsong also saw her, he would often wave to Bai Meng against the light in the sun.

He is often late for school in the morning, so in a hurry, Bai Meng often rushed out of home with a piece of bread in his arms. Cang was busy picking up the car while running and riding quickly. Every day, he could meet Huo Qingsong, who was walking his dog in the morning, and he still had the iconic smile. He waved his hand and said to Bai Meng, "Ride slowly!" Bai Meng glanced at him quickly and nodded and smiled. He didn't have time to stop the car, but he would smile involuntarily along the way, whistling while riding the bike, and the fact of being late was thrown behind.

Huo Qingsong was also taught by her whistle. Bai Meng recited words on the bench. When she was dizzy, she simply lay down and put the book on her face to the strong sunshine. Huo Qingsong took the book away and said with a smile, "Haha, girl, you are lazy."

Bai Meng sat up and looked at Huo Qingsong. He could still see his smile against the light, "Can't you carry it on?"

"Idiot, I can help you if I can recite it like this." Qingsong compiled the words into sentences to guide Bai Meng's memorization, "I'm going to test you now, I can't answer, and I can't help but rush my forehead."

Bai Meng was very smart and never forgot any of the things she had memorized. Qingsong touched her chin and took a test of a word she had never memorized. Bai Meng shook her head in surprise and said no. Qingsong bent her finger and deliberately yelled and said she wanted to play her. Bai Meng closed her eyes, but there was no movement for a while. Open her eyes and saw Qingsong taking her mobile phone to take a picture of her most embarrassing appearance. Bai Meng stared at him, and Qingsong coaxed, "Girl, I will teach you how to blow the whistle."

So on the bench, Bai Meng, who was memorizing words, turned into a clumsy look of pouting and learning to whistle.

If secret love makes people clumsy, Bai Meng, who has always been smart and clever, feels that he is already clumsy. If he asked himself a long time ago why he fell in love with someone, Bai Meng would definitely not answer simply because he looks good when he smiles. Who would fall in love with someone because of his smile? This seemingly primitive reason has evolved in Bai Meng's eyes today.

Bai Meng thought, when I went to college, I told him that I like him.

But finally, I waited for the summer vacation of the senior year of high school. Before Bai Meng could pluck up the courage to confess to him, she waited for Qingsong to walk past her with another girl's hand, waved to her with a smile, and walked home, still facing the light, and still seeing the smile of Qingsong's logo. Bai Meng stood not far away, motionless, and that scene began to make her dizzy.

From then on, Bai Meng rarely went to the window again, for fear of seeing Qingsong holding the dog holding the girl in her other hand.

She rarely sat on the bench again because she could never wait for Qingsong to sit next to her and called her girl, saying that she was so stupid.

But sometimes the more you dodge, the more you meet the one you don’t want to see. Bai Meng went out and saw Qingsong holding his girlfriend down. Bai Meng lowered her head clumsyly and had no time to hide. Qingsong greeted her naturally, smiled, and called her girl.

Bai Meng nodded and walked away quickly. She heard the girl ask Qingsong behind her, "Who is this? She is so beautiful."

Qingsong said, "The sister downstairs is still a little girl."

Bai Meng bit her lower lip and left quickly. She didn't know how jealous her outstanding face was, but sometimes it was so sarcastic that no matter how beautiful the face was, she couldn't get the heart that she wanted the person she most.

So since then, Bai Meng rarely went home because she was afraid of meeting Qingsong. Bai Yu also passed the university in Beijing, which was like Bai Meng, and came here from Hangzhou. She lived at Bai Meng's house. Bai Yu was not bad-hearted and spoke a little mean. Her beautiful sister was nothing in her eyes. Although others never noticed her when they were together, Bai Yu was not jealous of her sister's charming face because of this. Until the boy she liked took flowers to confess to her sister before New Year's Day, and was completely rejected by Bai Meng. From then on, Bai Yu completely fell into hostility towards her sister.

When everyone thought that Bai Meng's appearance should be sought after by men with extremely high conditions, and her vision should never be limited to school, and her rejection of all boys in the school was just right. Only Bai Meng knew what she insisted on rejection was for. Bai Yu would also mock her sister, "Will there be a result if you wait for him like this?" Bai Meng herself didn't know how to answer. She nodded, "I've been persisting for so long, don't you want to forget him by others, but I don't know how to do it?"

Bai Yu was angrily sarcastic, "What's the matter with such an old age? I don't know how to start? You're just stupid and persistent."

Bai Meng looked at her with a wry smile, "Aren't you too? You are obsessed with being alone."

Bai Yu was stunned, so the sisters fell silent.

At that time, Bai Meng could only smile, laugh, smile, and smile bitterly. In short, she would not deliberately make a charming smile, although this charming smile and her rare beauty can be enough to fall in love with all living beings.

Until the summer vacation of his sophomore year, Bai Meng returned home and met Qingsong again. When he met Qingsong again, he seemed a few years old, with a stubble, a little decadent, his hair was tied up, and there was still a frame on his face. Seeing Bai Meng's Qingsong still squeezed out a smile, but he was no longer the smile that was the symbol.

My mother told her that Qingsong and the girl broke up and were about to get married, but the girl suddenly married to Guangzhou.

That summer vacation, in the calm and stuffy Beijing, Bai Meng sometimes sat by the window, but couldn't see Qingsong passing by the window with the dog. Sometimes she heard the guitar sound coming from the building, Qingsong was playing sad music, Bai Meng quietly hummed with the music, and the whistle was crisp and continuous. She was no longer clumsy and didn't know how to fiddle with her mouth shape, and could only blow out the air and not make the sound.

One night when the thunderstorm was mixed, Qingsong ran down to knock on Bai Meng's door. The two sisters followed him up. Ruby twitched on the ground, and blood was seeping from his mouth. When Qingsong and Bai Meng Baiyu sent Ruby to the hospital, the doctor said it was too late. It was acute rat poisoning. Qingsong hugged Ruby's body and cried loudly. He felt that he had not taken good care of Ruby. The crying was tragic. Bai Yu turned his head in pain, and Bai Meng hugged Qingsong from behind. For a moment, she felt that Qingsong no longer trembled, but after a moment, she let go of her hand. After hearing Qingsong shout Ruby's name, she whispered to herself, "You all left me, aren't you?"

After the summer vacation, Bai Meng was about to return to school. She finally plucked up the courage to knock on Qingsong's door. Qingsong opened the door and saw Bai Meng outside the door. He smiled and said, "Girl."

Bai Meng walked in with her head down. She told herself in her heart that it would be too late to say anything. So she suddenly raised her head and looked at Huo Qingsong with a calm face, "Do you know I have liked you for a long time?"

Because of love, Bai Yu hated Bai Meng. Because of love, Bai Meng refused to pursue others. Of course, because of love, Huo Qingsong could not see Bai Meng's charming appearance, nor could she see her persistent heart waiting for him.

Huo Qingsong didn't speak for a long time. After a long time, he touched his white hair and the long black waterfall. Qingsong said, "Silly girl, how can I deserve you?"

Bai Meng hugged Qingsong and said that if she hadn't been willful once in twenty years, she would have been willful once today. She hugged Qingsong and refused to let go, and said stubbornly, I just like you.

Qingsong let her hold it, and finally, hugged her, "What a silly girl."

If time was set at that moment, Bai Meng thought, how wonderful it would be that he would never know that there would be more pain besides the pain of secret love.

She shed tears and looked at the old monk, "Master, I don't understand this signature, I'll give it to you." Bai Meng handed over the bamboo stick and turned around and wanted to leave.

The old monk called her and said, "Donor stay."

Bai Meng turned around and the old man said, "The Buddhist scriptures say that there are seven kinds of sufferings in life: birth, old age, illness, death, meeting with enemies and hatreds, separation from love, and not getting what you want. You have already experienced the inability to seek, but you try other sufferings because you can't seek."

Bai Meng looked at the old man in surprise, "Master, who are you?"

The old man sat down with a string of Buddhist beads in his hand, and took out a Buddha bowl, "Your marriage is here, you shouldn't force it, and you shouldn't do it."

Bai Meng walked over and looked at the Buddha bowl. There was water in the deep bowl body. When the monk knocked it, ripples appeared in the water, gradually reflecting the scene.

Bai Meng saw this scene in Master Keats's Buddha's bowl. She covered her mouth in surprise, "This is-"

On the vast mountain top at night, moonlight hits, and the mountain wind blows the long gown of a woman in white clothes on the top of the mountain. In the wind, the white clothes are intertwined with her long black hair dancing. The woman closed her eyes, and the faint moonlight reflects her perfect and delicate side face. She slowly opens her eyes and says, "From the moment you touch my body, I have a feeling that the fortune I have practiced throughout my life is just to meet you again."

The mountain wind at night blew through the woman's weak body. She opened her arms and stood at the top of the mountain, facing the strong wind, and stood firmly and persistently in the wind.

Bai Meng was stunned while seeing this face clearly. She couldn't help but cover her mouth. Her face was clearly the same as hers. Bai Meng looked at the old monk in surprise.

"What's going on?"

"This is you, a nine-tailed fox demon who was saved by the Dragon Subduing Venerable."

"Nine-tailed Fox Demon?" Bai Meng opened her eyes wide in disbelief.

"Such as I continue to watch." The old monk gently knocked on the ancient Buddha bowl, and the secret artifact made a simple and dull sound. The sound seemed to come from ancient times. Bai Meng clearly saw another scene in the water of the Buddha bowl.

Five hundred years ago:

It was a small silver fox that had just entered the practice of cultivation, pure white, and was determined to enter the path of immortality. One day, the silver fox was hunting in the mountains and springs. When a rabbit appeared, the silver fox escaped and chased after him, the rabbit had disappeared without a trace. The silver fox looked around and saw that the rabbit was poking his head and brains not far away. The silver fox chased after him quickly but suddenly fell into a trap made of hay. The little beast with aura suddenly panicked and was at a loss in the cave. The entrance of the cave was too deep and too small, and it couldn't climb out. I don't know how long it took, someone took it.

The hay next to the hole was opened, and one hand reached down and grabbed the silver fox harshly. The silver fox nipped at the rude hand. The hand was retracted, and then a fierce face popped out of the hole, and then pulled out the silver fox again. The weak fox looked petite and weak in the hunter's hands. She begged to look at the hunter. The hunter could not see the survival in the animal's eyes. He grabbed the silver fox's foot, which was injured because of falling into the pit, and opened it apart. "Squeak--" The silver fox screamed in despair because of the severe pain.

"You told you to bite me, you evil beast, you are so thin, it seems that your fur is worth a little money. Why would you kill you for money?" As he said that, he took the silver fox and walked home.

Not far away, a venerable dressed in veil was watching all this. The venerable held a string of Buddhist beads in his hand and twisted the Buddhist beads one by one. He shook his head, "I committed a sin," and said, "I changed my body and turned into an ordinary person dressed in a common man in a common man.

The Venerable quickly caught up with the hunter, "Hunter, is this fox yours?"

The hunter looked at him. He must have been a rich man in a cloth suit. He gave him a blank look and said, "You have to care? It fell into my pit by itself, and that is mine." He said that, and quickly left, the Venerable did not give up, "Why not let this beast go? I think this fox is quite spiritual and should not be killed."

The hunter stopped and stared at him, "You are so weird. This is my thing. Do you care about it? Besides, ask me to release it and give me money to make a living?"

The Venerable shook his head and looked at the hunter's greedy face.

The silver fox looked at the Venerable in pain and begged him to save him. The Venerable looked at the silver fox's psychic eyes, and there seemed to be a pool of water in its deep black eyes. The Venerable thought this must not be an ordinary animal.

The hunter gave him a blank look and said, "If you buy it, take it, don't buy it, let me go!" As he said, he pushed the priest away and wanted to leave. The priest blocked the hunter's way again and took out a silver ingot from his sleeve, "I'll buy it."

The Venerable took the injured silver fox from the hunter's hand. Its petite body trembled constantly in the hands of the Venerable because of fear. The Venerable turned and put it down. He noticed that the silver fox's calves were injured, and the bright red blood oozed out from under the snow-white fur. The Venerable stroked his hand and the blood stopped immediately. The Silver Fox looked at the Venerable in surprise. The Venerable smiled, and his clothes turned into veil in an instant. The Venerable's original appearance was revealed in front of him. The Silver Fox opened his eyes wide, and the Venerable smiled. The smile showed the gentlest and compassionate side of a Buddhist venerable besides subduing demons and demons.

"Beast, your injuries have healed, aren't you leaving yet?"

The silver fox stood up and circled around the Venerable, with its high raised tail and silver-white hair radiating strange light in the sun.

The Venerable held a string of Buddhist beads in his hand and stood up and left. The silver fox followed without saying a word.

The scene blurred, and the old man's closed eyes slowly opened, "There is a story here, a well-known story, that is, the story of the Dragon Slayer and the Nine-tailed Fox Demon. What you see is their first marriage. It was not until five hundred years later that the Fox Demon began to be entangled and fruitless in the reincarnation of the Dragon Slayer. I hope you know the cause you planted in your previous life, so that the fruit of this life has been achieved. I hope you understand some of these principles."
Chapter completed!