From the mountains to the hilly area, all the way is high-speed, and Da Che, who is not very much looked down on by He Wan'er, runs all the way.

said that he would leave He Guaner in order to change hands to drive, but Mo Chunshan let her drive for just one hour, and he was not allowed to touch the car again.

The reason is that the high-speed bends here are many and narrow, and she is afraid that she will have an accident due to her lack of experience, so she holds the whole distance alone, and when she is tired and sleepy, she uses cold water and cool oil to refresh herself.

He Wan'er didn't want to go, and said several times that he didn't need to be so anxious, but Mo Chunshan replied lightly: "Reporter He probably has plenty of annual leave, but I'm in a hurry." ”

was quietly slapped in the face by President Mo, who has a big family, He Guaner firmly remembered the warning of "don't teach yourself quantum mechanics" and obediently shut up.

The highway is boring and flat, and the scenery on the side of the road is lackluster, so He Waner naturally slept all the way. And the sum of the sleep time in these days is far more than the amount of a week when she usually works, so even if she has been in the car day by day, she does not feel tired, and her spirit is very good.

On the contrary, Mo Chunshan slept very little, but He Wan'er noticed that he seemed to sleep much less than ordinary people.

She didn't count, but when she got up, he had already eaten breakfast and was sitting in the hall waiting for her, and he was still driving when she was often sleepy. And even if this person sleeps less, he is always in good spirits.

The reason why the so-called genius is a genius is probably because of these unusual people.

November 14, 6 p.m.

He Wan'er was woken up by the bumps of the car running over the speed bump when she got off the highway, she opened her eyes in a daze, and saw the two big words "Gyeongju" on the toll station in front of her, and her spirit was lifted: "Arrived?"

"Hmm. Someone next to him said in the same faint voice as ever.

He Wan'er hurriedly sat up and shouted: "Stop, stop, just park on the side of the road, I'll catch the bus back by myself." ”

This time it was Mo Chunshan's turn to be puzzled: "It's still twenty kilometers away from your house, just here?"

She was carrying a huge bag and carrying things in her hand, which was quite inconvenient to squeeze the bus like this.

He Wan'er smiled to hide his weakness: "No problem, I can." ”

Mo Chunshan didn't object - he knew her mind very well, it was nothing more than afraid that people would see him walking with him, and some bad gossip would come out, so he replied: "The front is the subway entrance, and it is always more convenient to send you to the station entrance." ”

He Wan'er nodded, and did not refuse this little kindness again.

In fact, if the mouth poison is shaved off, Mo Chunshan is not so difficult to get along with, and there is even a moment when she feels that this person still has a warm moment.

Although she is not reluctant, she is also a little regretful, but she is afraid that she will not have any intersection with him in the future.

Okiri drove out some distance and stopped steadily a distance of 100 meters outside the nearest subway exit outside the expressway exit.

He Wan'er got out of the car, took out his luggage from the trunk, and after carrying it, he stood on the side of the cab, leaned down slightly, and said goodbye to Mo Chunshan.

He never got out of the car, but said to her lightly: "Pay attention to safety." ”

He Wan'er stood still and didn't move, his face full of embarrassment, and he was hesitant.

Mo Chunshan raised his eyebrows unexpectedly: "Why don't you leave." ”

He Wan'er bit his lip: "I'm not used to owing favors, this time, I really don't know how to thank you." ”

"Don't care, you also have a heart for Tongcheng Road and Bridge, although it didn't play a role, I also remember your feelings. ”

After Mo Chunshan finished speaking, he pressed a button on the door, and the window quickly rose.

He Wan'er was in a hurry and reached out to block the glass, and his mouth was broken: "That's different, I'm not for your company." Moreover, you saved my life in the Sea of Nine Beards, and it can be considered a matter of iron. This favor ......"

Mo Chunshan was afraid that the glass would catch her hand, so she had to let go of the button and replied, "You also gave me a photo, and I can take it to Bob." ”

Her face was full of confusion and embarrassment, and she said, "I still ate so much of you, and drank red wine, and that, that sixty-seventy-eight thousand or something—"

Mo Chunshan suddenly wanted to laugh, and couldn't help but ask: "Then what do you want?"

"No, no!" she waved her hand a little panickedly, and then stretched out a hand from the half-open car window and spread it in front of Mo Chunshan, her voice twisted, "So, this, you take it." ”

There was a string of wooden beads lying on her palm, Mo Chunshan looked at it, and looked up: "This is what you bought in Tashiqi Temple?"

"Yes," she nodded and laughed, "Mr. Mo, your family has a big business, and you will definitely not ask for money, so I will give you a gift to show your heart." ”

Mo Chunshan frowned, and did not reach out to take the beads: "I don't believe in Buddhism, and besides, a big family doesn't mean that you don't want more than 600,000 at will." ”

He Wan'er selectively ignored the figure of more than 600,000, blushing and insisting on handing over the beads: "No matter what, this is always an auspicious thing, and it should be my good blessing." ”

Mo Chunshan looked at the string of beads, and habitually picked on them - not agarwood, not sandalwood, but wood with unknown names, the beads were very rough polished, and some were not round enough.

There is also a vague fragrance, and there are traces of artificial imitation of the smell of agarwood, but I am afraid that it will dissipate in a short time.

The most important thing is that the diameter of this string of Buddhist beads is too small, it is completely a women's style, and if a man wants to wear it, he should wear it with a diameter of more than 8 mm.

It's just that no matter how disgusted she is, looking at her nervous expression, the words of refusal come to her mouth but swallow it.

He grabbed the string of beads from her palm, put it in the pocket of her coat, and said, "Okay, I'll take it, thank you." ”

He Wan'er was happy, exhaled with relief, and then waved goodbye, turned around and walked in the direction of the subway station.

Mo Chunshan looked at her back and raised the window, but suddenly remembered something.

He lowered the car window, poked his head out and shouted at the turtle-like back in front of him: "He Guan'er, you won't buy this for yourself, right?"

Someone froze on his feet, looked back weakly, and sneered, as if he didn't know how to answer.

"I don't know if you see through it, I understand. He smiled suddenly, and learned her movements, simulating a zipper on her mouth.

In the sunset, He Wan'er laughed.

There was an orange-red sunset behind her, and her swarthy hair was gilded with a faint layer of gold by the afterglow of the setting sun. Because of the backlight, the expression on her face was not so clear, but Qing Lingling's eyes were particularly conspicuous.

It seems to be transparent, but it can't be seen at a glance, like a pool of clear pools rippling.

He Wan'er turned around with a smile, turned his back to Mo Chunshan, and waved his hand consciously and freely, but he didn't know that his head and neck were covered by the backpack behind him, and from a distance, it looked like a huge backpack had grown hands and feet, which was funny.

Even though she couldn't see it, Mo Chunshan still bowed slightly and closed the window.

The rising glass cut off the noise of rush hour, and the figure with a huge backpack gradually disappeared around the corner of the road.

There was no longer anything to focus on, and he saw his own shadow reflected in the glass.

With his face sideways, he held the steering wheel, and the corners of his mouth were tightly pursed, but the emotions in the corners of his eyes and eyebrows were overflowing and obvious.

Is this him?

Mo Chunshan was stunned for a moment, calmly retracted his gaze, and there was no expression on his face.

On Friday afternoon, there was quite a lot of traffic going out of and into the city. More than an hour later, Mo Chunshan returned to his residence.

This is a famous apartment in the south bank district of Gyeongju, located on the winding Quling River, claiming to have half a hundred million views outside the window.

On one side of the apartment is the most prosperous business district in Gyeongju, on the other side is the invincible river view, and the front glass wall makes each apartment have floor-to-ceiling windows up to more than ten meters long, and the view is unusually wide, and the Wangjiang Park on the other side of the river is also unobstructed.

Therefore, although it is only a commercial residence with a 40-year property right, it can be sold for more than 100,000 yuan per square meter, which is almost the most expensive house price in Gyeongju, a second-tier city.

This is a real mansion, with more than 400 square meters on each floor, two stairs and one household - only one family on the first floor.

After parking the car and taking his luggage up to the twenty-ninth floor, he pressed his thumb on the fingerprint lock of the dark gray door in front of him, and after a soft sound, the door opened silently with a gentle push.

After entering the door and changing his shoes, Mo Chunshan rubbed the back of his neck that was a little stiff and walked into the living room.

The apartment on the 29th floor is unusually quiet, and the empty living room has nearly 100 square meters of space, except for gray and black, there is almost no other color.

In the middle of the living room, there is only a set of dark gray sofas and a square coffee table, and there is no other furniture, let alone anyone else.

This time he came back without notifying anyone in advance, and planned to have a good night's rest and then deal with the mountain of work that had piled up after the vacation.

After all, he drove back alone for thousands of kilometers, and he was not iron-clad, plus he didn't eat well or rest well all the way, so he was still a little tired after all, especially with such a useless oil bottle.

Mo Chunshan hooked the corners of his lips, and his eyes softened a little.

At this time, two cats, one black and one white, heard the movement and ran over.

"Briquettes, Ni. He whispered the cat's name.

The only eyes left for the black briquettes were yellow, and when they saw him, they jumped on the windowsill and lay down, enjoying the sun that was nearing the end.

Xiao Ni is covered with a smooth white coat, with dark markings on the tail, ears, and upper part of the eyes, a large and fluffy tail, large oval eyes, and eyes as blue as seawater.

It was more delicate and sticky than a briquette, and it first lingered at the foot of Mochun Mountain for a while, and then jumped on the sofa with a slight jump, put its front paws on his legs, and meowed in an elongated voice.

Mo Chunshan knew that Xiao Ni was begging for a hug, sighed, and put down the luggage and coat in his hand, but unexpectedly, a book slipped from the mezzanine of his backpack and fell to the ground.

Xiao Ni was startled when she heard the voice, and ran away with agility.

Mo Chunshan picked up the book and was stunned.

Cangyang Gyatso's poetry collection - this is the book that He Wan'er didn't know which stall to buy to pass the time, and later left it in his car.

That day, he originally said to return the book to her, because she was stupid and had been frozen in Tashiqi Monastery, and she couldn't care about returning it for the time being.

Later, she didn't mention the book, and he naturally forgot it, and he couldn't even remember where it was packed, and he didn't know how it got into his luggage.

Mo Chunshan opened the book casually, his fingers rubbing the edge of the already curled page, and his gaze stayed on the short lines of poetry on the yellowish paper.

I was worried about hurting the Sanskrit line, and I was afraid that I would not fall into the city when I entered the mountain. The world has the law of both, and it lives up to its promise.

Cangyang Gyatso, who was almost the most famous living Buddha in the world, lived to be twenty-six years old and was a victim of the political struggle between Manchu, Mongolia and Tibet at that time. He was born in the Red Sect where he could get married and have children, and developed a free and free temperament, but he never thought that he would become a living Buddha of the Yellow Sect who was strictly forbidden to get close to women, so he struggled and suffered in his heart, leaving behind several love poems and love songs that were widely sung.

And this is one of the most famous.

He withdrew his gaze and threw the book on the coffee table, but involuntarily stared at his wrist for a few seconds.

Around his wrist was the beads on his hand when he got out of the car, which was what He Wan'er had to give him before parting.

"Boring. Mo Chunshan muttered to himself, he wanted to take off the bead and throw it away, but for some reason he remembered the face that cautiously begged him to accept the gift.

His fingertips lingered on the slightly cool wooden beads for a few seconds, but he finally gave up.