Zhou Chonghan had imagined various divorce scenarios before, such as Song Qiaobi would cry, make trouble, and hang himself, or play a spill, or at least look at each other with tears in his eyes and blame him silently...... But he never thought that Song Qiaobi would divorce the marriage so calmly.

Of course, the most fundamental entanglement is that he didn't expect a divorce at all.

How can you leave?

Zhou Chonghan lowered his eyes and looked at the divorce agreement, the words he signed a few months ago were still lying there, and he felt like a world away.

He raised his eyes and looked at Song Qiaobi again, as if he couldn't believe it: "You want to divorce me?" ”

Song Qiaobi snorted coldly: "Look carefully, this agreement was drawn up when you wanted to divorce me, I just agreed and signed it." ”

Zhou Chonghan squinted his eyes at her: "It's different now, you have a child......

"The kid is gone." When Song Qiaobi heard what he said, he was even more angry, and simply opened his mouth.

Zhou Chonghan was visibly shaken, but his voice was unusually calm: "What's the matter?" ”

"What's going on? You should ask yourself...... Good things you did to me while you were in the hospital! ”

Zhou Chonghan frowned, thinking about what he had done to Song Qiaobi at that time, and suddenly a clip flashed in his mind, and a clip flashed through him, when he was about to leave, the two of them were tearing in the corridor, and at that time, he turned around and pushed her...... Could it be that he pushed her down?

At that time, he was so anxious and hurried, he didn't expect her to really fall!

Now that I think so...... Zhou Chonghan's heart was panicked, as if cold water was poured on his head, and the cold air rushed up from the soles of his feet, and he instinctively trembled.

"Gone?" When Zhou Chonghan said this, he stared at Song Qiaobi, who had a calm face and said solemnly: "It's gone." ”

Zhou Chonghan swallowed hard and said, "You...... You ......" He choked there, and for a moment he couldn't speak.

"I'm fine, I'm not pregnant for long anyway, I just bleed a little when I fell off, and when I looked back, it was gone, and the doctor prescribed some medicine...... As for the rest, it is to rest more and not do strenuous exercise......" Song Qiaobi looked at Zhou Chonghan like that, and there was a faint pleasure of revenge in his heart, and he couldn't help but add fuel and vinegar, and said it sadly and resolutely, holding his stomach, as if he had really experienced it himself.

Sure enough, these words worked, Zhou Chonghan's face crossed the haze of pain, and after a long time, he settled down and said, "So...... You're going to divorce me? ”

"Can you continue with me without children? I think I don't have a child, just so you can go to your Cheng Yiyi, you feel guilty about me...... As for the divorce conditions, we have already agreed, the house and car belong to me, and if you want to compensate me more, I don't mind......" Song Qiaobi felt that since there was no emotion, it was better to ask for more money.

Zhou Chonghan stretched out his hand and pressed the corner of his forehead, tried to stand up straight, looked at Song Qiaobi and said, "I need to think about it......"

Song Qiaobi didn't know if he was talking about whether to consider divorce, or whether he was thinking about giving her more compensation.

Zhou Chonghan was stunned: "How is your father today?" Are you okay? I'll see him tomorrow......"

"Lao Song's funeral tomorrow, in addition, Lao Song's funeral does not need you to attend." After saying that, Song Qiaobi got up and went back to the house, returned to the room, and did not forget to close the door and lock it again.

Zhou Chonghan stood alone in the living room, unable to move for a long time.

The next day of the funeral, a team of monks came to the temple, Song Qiaobi also wondered, her old Song has always been disrespectful to the Buddha, how can she be so popular in the monk world, and later asked, it was arranged by Xiao Yuan.

"Although the old man was stubborn in his lifetime, after all, he is a person who is related to Buddhism, detachment is also necessary, and it is ...... These monks do detachment ceremonies for people, and they all charge at least more than 2,000, this is because Lao Song has practiced, and he has made an eighty-five discount......" Xiao Yuan explained to Song Qiaobi, and by the way, he pointed to a column of black-clothed squares behind the monks: "That's the people from the etiquette company, they are all supporting services, buy one get one free." ”

Song Qiaobi looked over, the team all wore black suit pants, black ties, black sunglasses for men, and small white flowers for women.

"Now that a badge replaces linen and filial piety, everything has to be improved...... Xiao Yuan patted Song Qiaobi on the shoulder, he also wore a badge, and then took out a piece of paper to read: "Well, the program arrangement is to go to the crematorium first, then the body farewell, and finally the cremation and transcendent ascension ceremony." Let's go, you get in my car. ”

"Why do I think this funeral is like a joke?" Song Qiaobi got into the car and looked sideways at Xiao Yuan.

Xiao Yuan snorted slightly: "Don't you think life is like a joke?" Hehe, don't worry, I know the old man, the old man likes this pomp, and he prefers us to play with him......"

Song Qiaobi couldn't say anything, after all, this qiē looked really tall, she didn't spend a penny, she didn't make a contribution, it was all Xiao Yuan who was busy before and after, and it was also strange, he was able to find all kinds of resources at a critical moment, and Song Qiaobi didn't feel that he had a new understanding of him.

The business near the crematorium is really good, before I go up the mountain, the hillside is full of wreaths, paper money, gold and silver, BMW cars, boys and girls......

Xiao Yuan parked the car halfway up the mountain, got out of the car, ran to the crowd and bought a large bag of things, ran over excitedly, and couldn't help but show it to Song Qiaobi outside the car window, how did Song Qiaobi know what that bag of strange things was, and when Xiao Yuan got into the car, she opened it one by one, there were gold and silver ingots, foreign beauties, and a stack of paper mahjong tiles and a box of playing cards.

Song Qiaobi raised her eyebrows to look at Xiao Yuan, and the latter gave her a profound smile: "How is it?" I know the old man, right? How can the old man endure loneliness over there, right...... At least I have to burn some mahjong poker for the old man......"

"But how does this poker look like the real thing?" Song Qiaobi picked it up and looked at it.

"Oh, that's true, I brought it from home."

"Damn!"

There is little gossip, and when I enter the funeral home, I have to continue to line up, the living are lined up, the dead are also lined up, and the living people are lined up who should cry first, but the dead people are lined up who is the first to turn into ashes.

The farewell to the body was heavy, and among Song Qiaobi's father's relatives and friends, in addition to monks and nuns, there was also a column of women of all colors, all of whom appeared plainly, and they couldn't see their careers, but they were all really crying, crying, and howling. In contrast, Song Qiaobi cried less fiercely, she only stood in front of her father, seeing Song Chengbin dressed so neatly for the first time, wearing a hat, his face seemed to be powdered, and he seemed to be asleep quietly in a coffin.

Song Qiaobi watched silently for a while, and whispered, "Goodbye." ”

Her fate with his father and daughter has ended here, and from then on, there is a yin and a yang, and the sky is on one side.

After the cremation was completed, in the transcendence ceremony, the leading abbot found Song Qiaobi and greeted him amiably: "Amitabha, the donor is Song Chengbin's daughter, right?"

"Yes, you're the Clearance Commander of the Floating Temple, right?"

"Amitabha!" It seems to sigh "thank goodness"

"My father did a lot of ridiculous things during his lifetime, and asked the abbot of the clear space to ...... Haihan"

"A qiē has a law, such as a dream bubble, such as dew and electricity, should be such as a view......" The abbot is a literary monk, Song Qiaobi doesn't know much, so he can only pretend to understand and nodded: "Well, color / is / empty, empty is color." The monk recited again, Amitabha.

After a while, the abbot pulled Song Qiaobi and said a few words in human language. "The monks don't speak, and the donor's father, Song Chengbin, has corrected the results."

"What do you mean?" Song Qiaobi was puzzled.

The abbot said with a smile: "The donor's father, Song Chengbin, whose legal name is the Provincial Nunnery, was just in time for the death of our other abbot named the Provincial Nunnery. The abbot was also a monk halfway, saw through the red dust, and cut off worldly grievances, so I also adhered to this idea and shaved the benefactor's father.

Although the donor's father was recommended by Master Jinghui, the old man had already heard that he was here to avoid debts. Qing rules and precepts, he couldn't bear it, and went down the mountain several times to have fun...... Master Jinghui was also disappointed, but he also remembered his deep affection for his wife, and the temple never dealt with him.

As early as half a year ago, the provincial nunnery found out that something was wrong, when we persuaded him to go to the hospital and raise money in the temple, but who would have thought, he felt that he had been in debt all his life, and finally he couldn't owe the Buddha, and his life was determined by his own heaven, life was better than death, it was better to return to Elysium as soon as possible, so he moved out in less than three months...... Later, I heard that I went to take refuge with you, and it can be regarded as a vulgar happiness and a peaceful old age. ”

"It seems that I guessed correctly, he was sick before coming down the mountain...... I'm just too bad for him. This reminded Song Qianbi of sadness.

"All appearances are vain. If you see things that are not like each other, you will see them as they are. Although there is destiny, but what the donor says and does will have a profound impact on himself and future generations, and his cultivation is not in the temple, but in his heart, it is his own purgatory......"

Song Qiaobi heard this, and suddenly became enlightened, she and her father are the leading edge and the force that interacts with each other, there is no such old Song, there is no little Song like her, in the end, what is fate, but it is half pulling the sky and half pulling human nature, and people are just mortals, how can mortals get rid of this eating, drinking, and Lazar, seven emotions and six desires, are also swayed by * and boredom all the time, loneliness is the essence.

At this time, the abbot was standing on a makeshift platform in the backyard of the crematorium.

It is nothing more than chanting the Buddha and reciting the "mantra of death".

“…… A qiē viviparity, oviparity, rest, coming from the void, returning to the void, and reincarnation, should all rejoice. There is no Amitabha Buddha in the south! ”

Xiao Yuan at the bottom touched the corners of his eyes and seemed to have the meaning of wiping tears, leaned over and said to Song Qiaobi: "Hey, buddy, I have also participated in a lot of funerals in the past few years, and my mood is very different every time...... Listen, in fact, I just want to say that people are sad when they live, but they are happy when they die, don't they? ”

Song Qiaobi glared at him and didn't speak.

"Abbie, our life is too short, and our death is too long...... I now feel that life must be enjoyable in the world, and giving myself a minute of grievances and torture is more than worth the loss......"

Xiao Yuan had something to say, and Song Qiaobi knew.

After a while, Xiao Yuan turned his head sideways and asked tentatively: "Abi, are you leaving Zhou Chonghan?" ”

"What does it have to do with you?"

"I'm worried about you, what about the baby in your belly?"

"Knock it out." Song Qiaobi said categorically.

Xiao Yuan was also stunned, and then snorted: "Can Zhou Chonghan agree?" ”

"Don't you worry!" Song Qiaobi waved her hand impatiently, and was just about to turn around and go somewhere else, Xiao Yuan patted her: "Look at the direction of twelve o'clock." ”

Song Qiaobi looked up over there, and a man with a prominent appearance was wearing a black suit and standing in the crowd.

The moment Song Qiaobi just saw him, he also happened to look this way, and the man steadily caught Song Qiaobi's gaze, and they were both stunned.

"It seems that Zhou Chonghan's soul can't be dispersed." Xiao Yuan sneered, and then looked at Song Qiaobi, but she turned her gaze back and retracted her neck, as if nothing had happened.