The bridge is still the Qinghe Bridge, and the big willow is still the big willow. It's just the autumn wind.

Then the yellow willow leaves fell unwillingly, scattered around with exhaustion, falling with the wind, falling into the river, into the bridgehead, into the street, and onto pedestrians.

Fall on Zhao Yunuo's shoulder.

Zhao Yunuo stood quietly at the bridge head, his eyes were bewildered. The world in front of him seemed to change.

Since ancient times poets have been more sad, maybe autumn will bring sadness. Spring harvests, autumn harvests, how can the harvest season be sad?

Owning is a kind of wealth. When you accumulate more, you become rich, but when you have more rich things, you become a burden, which naturally brings richness. This kind of grief is more terrible than poverty, because the state of mind to fight for one thing is totally different from the state of giving up one thing.

Just like now, Zhao Yunuo has Yi Xiangyuan, and Zhang Zihuan, she obviously should enjoy being chased and loved by two people, but she is a kind of rich and sad. She would rather have nothing, so she wouldn't have to abandon anyone, and wouldn't be in a dilemma.

Yes, standing at the head of the Qinghe Bridge, Zhang Zizhen was unable to erase her mind. Although she had gone to great lengths to forget it. She wanted to use her heart's love for Yi Xiangyuan to completely obliterate her memories of Zhang Ziyu, but it seemed impossible.

It turns out that everything is not what you think about.

Maybe, if you read too many books, you wo n't understand yourself, and if you play too much, you will not be able to act well. If you love too much, you don't know how to love.

She just realized now that it is really harder to abandon something than to have one!

She also finally understood that Zhang Xiaowen from the movie "Step by Step" that she watched some time ago, she loves the four princes, who are the first white horse princes she met in her life. They watched the shooting star together, went through the storm together, Going to marriage, but later she found out that all of this was not what she needed. She had changed her love in her life. She finally found out that she loved him to be the 14th brother, which was ridiculous, but she felt very real.

The real thing is bland and tasteless, just like she and Zhang Zihuan, they are so in love and love, the years have passed. The illusory things are beautiful, just like her and Yi Xiangyuan, the kind of warm man who combines the advantages of men, he is too perfect, and makes Zhao Yunuo dare not to love.

The autumn wind passed, the sunset gradually fell, the people at the bridge began to fall, and the willow leaves floated more unconstrained. The water waves on the river swayed, I do n't know where to go, and I do n't know why.

Maybe this is life. Maybe this is love. Maybe she should seek beauty from grief in the autumn landscape now, but she always feels that she is seeking beauty from grief.

Somehow, her eyes fell on the stone platform opposite the big willow tree, where a broken wooden table was set up today. Inside the table was an old man in cloth.

There are three chairs around the table. On the chair are two middle-aged women, and the other chair seems to be reserved for anyone.

Her gaze jumped over the two middle-aged women and fell on the commoner. The old man's eyebrows were white, his face was full of wrinkles, and he wore a gray sunhat on his head. He had a slender brush on his hand, and the pen was gently drawing something on the table.

Then, she saw a hard card on the left side of the old man, which read: Fortune telling.

"Fate? Is it used for counting?"

Zhao Yunuo murmured to herself, but her steps had already reached the wooden table, and she naturally sat on the empty chair.

Yes, this chair is reserved for her.

The old man saw her sit down, nodded gently towards her, smiled, but still swiped on the table with a brush.

Zhao Yunuo found that there was a stack of white paper on the table, and the old man was writing something on the white paper.

She looked at the two middle-aged women around her, one with a red face and one with a pale face.

The red-faced woman is anxious, her face is sometimes excited, sometimes depressed, and she looks at Zhao Yunuo sometimes.

The white-faced woman had a pious look, staring dumbly at the hair brush of the fortune-telling old man. Her hands were also very white, and her two hands were fists, which was very hard.

Soon after, the old man finished writing the words, folded them, and handed them to the white-faced woman, and smiled, "After you go back, press the top to do it. Remember, don't go to the cottage opposite your house."

The white-faced woman nodded hurriedly, put away the paper, and said solemnly, "How much will I remember?"

The old man smiled and held out a finger.

The white-faced woman took a hundred dollars from her wallet and handed it over, then pulled the red-faced woman and left.

Zhao Yunuo smiled awkwardly, and stood up to leave.

"Wait." The old man shouted.

Zhao Yunuo turned around and smiled bitterly: "I didn't bring that much money."

"No matter, I see the girl's eyebrows are frizzy, her eyes are white, her eyeliners are dark. It should be caused by lack of sleep recently and too much of her mind. I think it has something to do with you and don't want money, but I can solve your knot." Said the old man.

Zhao Yunuo shook his head in a hurry: "Sorry, I still feel so bad, I'll come to you with the money the other day."

The old man hurriedly said, "Do you have three dollars?"

Zhao Yunuo nodded.

The old man said: "That's good, three, there are many meanings. The simplest understanding in my case is to disperse the meaning, so you give me three dollars, and I will help you open the knot and dispel the trouble, how?"

Zhao Yunuo embarrassed and said, "Is this okay?"

"Sure, I just feel like I'm with you."

Zhao Yunuo sat back in his chair and smiled bitterly: "Where does the fate come from?"

The old man put down the writing brush, touched his nose, and thought for a moment, then thought: "I am here for the first time today under the Qinghe Bridge, and you should be a frequent visitor here. It's almost dark now, and I can't come here again tomorrow, and you, Don't come here again tomorrow, is this fate? "

Zhao Yunuo frowned: "I, why wouldn't I come tomorrow?"

The old man laughed: "Because your heart will open tomorrow."

Zhao Yunuo said, "How do you know that my heart knot will open tomorrow? Also, I will come here as soon as the heart knot hits. I like it here."

The old man said: "Of course, the Qinghe Bridge scenery is good, the same scenery is as beautiful as a fairy, but the same scenery is as sad as a bridge."

Zhao Yunuo was more puzzled, but he didn't know how to break the old man's Zen.

The old man said, "Come here is nothing more than relieving your worries, or enjoying the scenery, and the autumn scenery is not beautiful, so you are here to relieve your worries. Borrowing wine to relieve your sorrows is even more sorrowful, and borrowing scenery to relieve your sorrows.

"Is that so?" Zhao Yunuo seemed to understand the old man's meaning.

The old man nodded and said, "Yes, all the knots, if you want to open, the key is one word."

"What word?" Zhao Yunuo asked.

The old man lifted his pen and wrote a "forget" word on the white paper.

Then the old man folded the blank paper and handed it to Zhao Yunuo, and laughed, "Go back to the bedside and look at the word when you are upset. Forgetting is the most important thing to relieve your present knot, but to forget everything, Forget your worries, forget about the problems that you are thinking about, and then everything will be cleansed. After cleansing, if you face these problems again, you will find that your views will be completely different. "

Zhao Yunuo accepted the blank paper, handed the old man three yuan, smiled and nodded, and turned away. Just before turning around, she bent down gently and said:

"Thank you."

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