"Brother, I deliberately bullied you today, wouldn't you be unhappy?" Yanzi had calmed down, lay down on the pillow, tilted her head and looked at me, and finally asked the question I had discovered a long time ago.

"Being bullied by your wife is the responsibility of your husband."

"You know I'm not asking this."

"I know, Yanzi, you are testing me, whether it is true. You are confirming me, whether you love you. I also need to confirm whether you have received my message and have you felt my mood. Don't worry now, Yanzi, I am your dish, in the future, whatever you want."

I smelled her hair exaggeratedly and said, "Don't tempt me, this fragrance, you know I can't withstand your temptation."

"If I don't tempt you, can I have today?" Yanzi was proud: "Don't touch me tonight, I want to see if you are just thinking about my body." She turned her back to me.

"Continue to abuse, right?" I went to make her itch, and she turned around and looked at me: "Brother, I will not bully you anymore in the future. You know, I am bluffing, and I feel unsure in my heart."

"Then be obedient and compensate me for my losses."

"I don't! I'm going to break your glass heart!"

She twisted over again. What could I do? I could only hold her from behind, listen to her calm breathing, and slowly fall asleep.

Maybe I was just asleep and woke up by something. When I opened my eyes, Yanzi used her hair to sweep my nostrils, which made me irritate.

"What are you doing, continue to abuse?"

She smiled strangely: "Do you think I can sleep? I want to ask a question."

"You can't ask any questions tomorrow. If you wake me up, aren't you afraid of the consequences?"

"As long as you answer, I look forward to the consequences." She did not show any weakness.

"Ask, I'll just tell you honestly." She probably didn't want to sleep at all.

"Why did you think this way when you arrived at the temple today and met the monk?"

"I don't know, I just think you ignored me at that time, listened to the Dharma at the time, and got mixed up with piety and mystery. Anyway, I think you have a kind of mystery, holiness, and maternal glory. I think you are so simple and clean, and I'm afraid I'm a little unworthy of you." I can only say this, but in fact, I don't know the reason.

She thought for a while and said, "I just felt like I was incorporating and didn't think so much. However, the unexpected gain was too sudden and I didn't react. Brother, you actually love me!"

"I love you, Yanzi, maybe I fell in love with you for a long time, but I didn't realize it. It was only today that I realized it myself." According to my thinking logic, all qualitative changes are accumulations of quantitative changes, so this inference is the most reasonable explanation I have thought of at the moment.

"Okay, you're up to you. Come and punish me!"

This was a sense of ritual. I looked at her and closed her eyes. I slowly untied her layer by layer. Her face showed a happy expression. It was untied to the last level. She suddenly hugged me and bit my shoulder hard. The pain almost screamed, but I held it back, and the story that later could not be described.

Pain and happiness.

It smelled so good that there was no dream at all. When she woke me up again, I was a little puzzled: "What's the matter?"

"Listen, is there music?"

I looked at the phone at the bedside. It was only five o'clock in the morning, and music came vaguely. Although the sound was very small, I could still hear it carefully, as if it was music in Buddhism, which was more familiar and relatively gentle.

"Did it come from downstairs? I think it looks like it." Yanzi's ears were more sensitive. When she said this, I also thought it was.

I got up gently, quietly went to the balcony, and looked down. Sure enough, the lights were on in the master room downstairs, and the music came from their room.

When I returned to bed, I nodded to Yanzi. We could no longer sleep and listened quietly to the indifferent music. I didn’t know what Yanzi thought. I felt a sense of vastness at that time: the void was vast and my mind was calm. I had never encountered this feeling before, as if I had forgotten myself and integrated into this fixed rhythm. It was said to be rhythm, but in fact I became more and more at ease.

I don’t know when the music stopped, but it was not until Yanzi spoke that I realized that it was already past six o’clock.

"Brother, did you sleep just now?"

"No, listen to music."

"I feel so comfortable with this music, my heart melted."

"I don't feel like you, but I'm just quite comfortable."

The sun in the west came out late, and it was still dark outside. Last night, the tiredness came, and I yawned, which made Yanzi yawn. We looked at each other and smiled and continued to sleep.

When we woke up again, it was already past eight o'clock in the morning. After washing and dressing, we were about to go out and have breakfast in Lijiang.

Although Lijiang is an ancient city, its commercialization is actually very serious. The small bridges, flowing water and wooden houses and bluestone may be a bar, a disco, or a musical instrument store, and also includes a large number of authentic or unauthentic tourism products. Some stores sell colorful shawls, which are not of bad color and of bad texture, but many of them are suitable for traveling, and many of them are covered with one. The methods of pretending to be bourgeoisie at the entrance of the mainland village are also the same: sunglasses and shawls. In fact, locals in Lijiang do not produce these two things, and locals have never worn them. Tourists do not dress like this at the entrance of the village. It is estimated that such tourists come to Lijiang to temporarily change their personalities and their identities.

So what if you are a petty bourgeoisie? If you hold a guitar and sing, you will be a petty bourgeoisie. There are homeless people playing guitar everywhere in the Beijing subway; if you drink coffee and order salad, you will be a petty bourgeoisie? Maybe this person has never been abroad at all. He lives the life of a Westerner he imagined, and in his heart, he is still soy milk and fried dough sticks.

We are all pretending, and at the beginning they were showing it to others. After pretending for a long time, we also think it is true.

If you want to talk about local breakfast, there are in Lijiang, but in Dali, Yanzi and I saw that there was nothing new. Before we knew it, we turned out of the ancient city and arrived at a square with a large water truck. Yanzi suddenly pointed to the distance: "Brother, Long Zhuanshou!"

What is the way for a tourist who lives in Wenzhou to Lijiang and eats the bread noodles from his hometown Sichuan? Sichuan calls the so-called dragon hand, wonton, etc., a unified name for bread noodles.

According to the plan, we will be wandering around the ancient city today, focusing on leisure.

In fact, at noon, we were a little tired. The shops and tourists had already made the ancient city uneasy. Passing by a restaurant, there was a guitar singing. Although I didn’t understand music much, I at least opened a bar and felt that the singer’s level was too average. I told Yanko: “Can you still make money at this level? What do you think of him?”

Yanzi published a high-profile speech: "You don't understand the songs and business matters. Do you think he doesn't sing well, so no one should listen to it? You are wrong. For this restaurant, the most important thing is not whether the singer is good or not, but whether there is. You think, for most tourists, they just need to solve the problem of whether there is any problem. Do you want to expect that the tourists who cost 200 yuan in this table of dishes are music viewers? No, most of them may have never listened to live music seriously, they just come to experience the pseudo-bourgeois tune. This restaurant has to use the style of petty bourgeois to attract customers and control costs. How can you get a good singer? Now it is the peak of lunch. Look at this business, I guess, can the boss make 10,000 yuan a day? Impossible, what about the musicians? Each person has two hundred yuan, and they have to control the cost, right?"

When she said this, I was so proud that Yanzi was really professional in doing bar business. Even the restaurant's business model, turnover and profit were analyzed clearly. It seems that her bar success was not only luck.

Finally, we found a Western restaurant and sat down. When the menu was handed over, I almost laughed.

Needless to say, there are steaks and salads on the menu, there are Yangzhou fried rice, braised chicken rice, claypot rice and other things. Is this a Western restaurant?

Yanzi smiled at me and took the menu and she understood. She taught her again: "I told you that the tourists here are really petty bourgeoisie less fake petty bourgeoisie more. As a restaurant, most of them have to take care of them, right? Most Chinese people, if you want him to eat steak, he probably won't be full." She said to the waiter: "Two steaks, one 5 ripe, one 6 ripe, one fruit salad, and two bagels."

The other party asked: "What to drink? Need red wine? Juice? Or Luzon soup?"

When I heard the waiter talk about red wine, his professional habits came, he asked: "Where is your drink order?"

When I picked up the wine list and saw it, I understood that this was specially prepared for people in China who had never drunk red wine. The most expensive red wine brand is Great Wall Dried Red, and I have never heard of the other miscellaneous brands. I had to say: "Two Luzon soup."

The dish was served, and the taste was not easy to describe. The temperature of the steak was inaccurate. Five or six years of ripeness was almost the same as the whole ripe. The taste was not particular. Anyway, adding more black pepper sauce can barely be eaten. But this Luzon soup is almost no different from the Chinese mushroom soup. When eating, Yanzi and I looked at each other and smiled, and just thought we were pseudo-bourgeoisie.

After eating, he went back to the house. At this time, the male and female hostess were packing up the dishes. The female hostess greeted us and asked, "Have you eaten?"

Yanzi said: "In the future, if we don't go outside, we will eat here. The restaurants in the ancient city are really good, both Chinese and Western, and they are not delicious."

"Okay, you just need to tell us in advance. Are you still going out in the afternoon?"

"If I don't go out, the sun will tan me. I didn't expect that the winter in Yunnan will be warm, but the sun is indeed cruel."

"After all, this is a plateau," said the hostess: "Get down to have tea in the afternoon?"

Yanzi was happy: "Okay, let's have tea in the afternoon."

We went upstairs to clean up and took a nap.

At around 3 o'clock in the afternoon, we should have an appointment to have tea, and the hostess were there. There were also two types of tea, one was Pu'er, the other was chrysanthemum tea, and there were pastries and melon seeds on the table, which really allowed you to sit and chat for a long time.

In fact, the two sides began to have a real understanding and exchange. The eldest brother's surname is Liu and the eldest sister's surname is Wen. They have been in Lijiang for nearly ten years and live this kind of slow life. They have children and study with their uncles in the United States. In addition to coming back on Christmas holidays a year, they usually make phone calls. Therefore, the couple is also satisfied with this state of leisure and freedom.

When talking about the United States, Yanzi became excited: "So, his uncle is in the United States, so there is no problem. It is much better than me back then. I was alone in the United States and had no relatives around me. Sometimes I cried alone and called my parents, but I didn't dare to tell them."

I asked Brother Liu: "If you believe in Buddhism, do you have to chant Buddha's name every day?"

"We still have to attend classes every day. For example, chanting scriptures and meditating, we have to persist every day. We go to bed early and get up early. We usually get up at around 4 o'clock in the morning, chanting Buddha's name for one or two hours, which is a must." Brother Liu, whenever he talks about Buddhism, he will talk more, and he will change his usual serious and taciturn habit.

"Isn't it very hard to meditate so early and meditate every day?" Yanzi asked.

Sister Wen replied: "In fact, it's not hard, it's good to get used to it. Besides, chanting scriptures makes people fulfilled, and meditating makes people feel comfortable. It's not tired or enjoyment. You'll know after experiencing it."

"How to sit? Teach me. I have a lot of time and I usually sit for a while." Yanzi's interest came, and I was probably just curious.

Sister Wen smiled and looked at Brother Liu, and then said to us: "The study of meditation has a gradual process. If you simply sit down, it is simple. If you have to study seriously and in accordance with the law, you have to practice for a while."

"How long will it take?" It seems that Yanzi is not just curious, she is here to be true.

"It varies from person to person, about ten days and half a month, just about ten days and half a month." Sister Wen continued: "If you want to understand it briefly, I can finish it in more than ten minutes. It's very easy to learn. Do you want to try it?"

Yanzi looked at me, gestured to me, and nodded. We don’t need to speak now, we just need eyes and movements to understand each other. She means to learn the whole system, and we have more time anyway. For me, this is also a good way to pass the time. Besides, the purpose of my visit is to make Yanzi happy. As long as she is happy, it will do anything.

"Sister, we want to learn slowly from you, but we don't want to make things simple. Besides, we have more time, so you can teach us." Yanzi made a request.

Sister Wen looked at Brother Liu again. After getting the affirmation, she said: "We are not at a high level, but we can still teach you basic things. If you adapt, come to our Buddhist temple downstairs at 4:30 every morning and we meditate together, how about it?"

"It's good to be good to be a master, so you are our master." Yanzi wanted to spend some weeks, but the other party stopped him: "We are not qualified to be a master at all. We are also beginners, and we haven't even entered the door. You haven't converted, so it's hard to call us senior brothers. In this way, you should call us elder brothers and sisters, so naturally."

I asked: "Do we need to prepare in advance or precautions when meditating tomorrow morning?"

Brother Liu said: "Don't be nervous. Meditation is similar to usual sitting. It's very relaxing and there is no need to prepare."

When the tea time is almost over, they have to go in and prepare dinner. Yanzi and I took the initiative to go in and help, because we are here to eat dinner. Besides, we have to learn technology from others, so why don’t we pay the labor we deserve?

Their dinner was exquisitely cooked, and Brother Liu's cooking method was like making artworks. In addition, we didn't eat enough at the so-called Western restaurant at noon, so we ate more.

After dinner, we went upstairs to make a simple cleaning and we were ready to go to bed. When we thought we would get up early tomorrow, I ordered an alarm clock on my mobile phone and got up at four o'clock. Before nine o'clock, we went to bed.

After I went to bed, I had to read the book for a while, otherwise it would be hard to sleep. Because I was reading books before going to bed, I developed a habit. Yanzi slept before me. The book I read was Mr. Nan's "Discussion on Diamond Sutra" yesterday. When I saw one of the sections "The human body is the small universe", I couldn't help but smile. It turned out that the Zhoutian cycle method that Mr. Zhu taught me also said that through breathing, the small universe of the human body is opened. Is this a different path and the same destination?

The breathing method taught by Mr. Zhu is indeed useful in the body. But I don’t know if the meditation I learned next is also useful in the body.

When the alarm clock rang, Yanzi heard it first. He didn't wake me up immediately, but just turned off the alarm clock. After about the time she went to the bathroom, she came over to wake me up. When I looked at the time, I asked, "Why didn't you wake me up early?"

"Let you sleep a little longer. Besides, girls get up and tidy up more slowly than you, so you can sleep ten more minutes."

I understand her feelings, because according to normal times, my speed of getting up and washing is definitely more than ten minutes faster than her.

When we finished sorting it out, it was five minutes before 4:30, so we went downstairs softly. Their room downstairs had already been opened, and we were ready to push the door open by ourselves.

Their house is a specially arranged Buddhist temple, Buddha statues, Dharma protectors, flowers and sandalwood, everything is perfect. There are carpets on the ground and four cushions are placed on it. I know that the two extras are specially prepared for us.

The couple asked us to sit down first, and Brother Liu said, "To welcome you, we have finished today's homework an hour in advance. So, let's start?"

He began to explain: "In fact, meditation is essentially a way to subdue the body by subduing the body and ultimately achieve the goal of subduing the mind." When he heard him say "subduing the mind", I thought that this was probably the reason why I really started to come into contact with Buddhism and become serious. Needless to say, Yanzi has always been serious.
To be continued...