Ansu said that she couldn't help hating, and whenever she missed Jingming, she would breed two points of hatred for those people. In the first days when there was only hatred in her heart, she lived a very painful life. When the pain was too much to go, she had to curse them over and over again to go to the eighteen levels of hell, or she would be crushed by hatred and her own powerlessness.

Although meeting He Xiangnuan did not make An Su completely let go of his hatred, he at least had a chance to breathe. Hate doesn't come out of thin air, and it doesn't come like pencil words, which can be erased lightly by an eraser. However, you can choose to forget jì, temporarily forget jì. She can also try to convince herself to let go of anything, anything, or anything that doesn't touch her nerves. Forget about hatred for a moment and let yourself get a respite.

Xia Bizhu tearfully hugged the painful An Su into her arms, and softly comforted: "And me." Whether it's longing or hatred, let it go. We want you to live happily......"

An Su forgot when she fell asleep, only remembering that she and Bizhu leaned on each other and fell asleep in her soft comfort. In my dream, there is a temple of myoho, a white pear blossom, and a long staircase, but there is no little monk. For fifteen years, she had never dreamed of seeing the little monk, not once. Sometimes when she wakes up in the morning, she will be fascinated by herself in the mirror. Leaving the small village where you can listen to the morning bell and dusk drums, her youth is slowly aging in this bustling city full of high-tech sounds, and the appearance of the little monk next to the ancient Buddha of the green lantern has changed?

Ansu woke up around noon and woke up to find that Bizhu had left. She left a note for Ansu, telling her that breakfast was ready, put in the microwave, and she went to the neighborhood to visit the store.

At night, An Su and He Xiangnuan sat quietly in the living room of An Su's house. He Xiangnuan took out the tea set and made kung fu tea, and An Su lit a sandalwood incense as usual. Many people who like the tea ceremony like to burn incense when drinking tea, and the beautiful name is called "burning incense and tasting tea", so many people who are proficient in the tea ceremony are also proficient in incense. But this is not the case with this pair of friends, purely because He Xiang is warm and good tea, and An Su is fragrant, and this combination of preferences is also consistent with the current scholar.

In An Su's opinion, He Xiangnuan is a wonderful person, proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. He can play the guitar well, play Chinese chess well, write vigorous and colorful calligraphy, not to mention painting, he is a teacher of oil painting at the Academy of Fine Arts. Such a combination of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting is not bad. In fact, there are three more items, that is, poetry wine tea. He likes ancient style poems, and he can improvise a few; I like to taste red wine and better tea. People who are good at the above seven items from ancient times to the present, the combination of Chinese and Western, can they say that it is not good?

But such a wonderful young man is over thirty years old, still single, and has never heard of him having a girlfriend. An Su knew that the woman closest to him was himself, and if he had to say that there was anything else, it would only be Bizhu. For so many years, He Xiangnuan has been silently by An Su's side, never talked about any topics related to feelings, and has always guarded her like a brother and a friend, and An Su is also used to relying on him. It's just that she ignores one point, how can there be a man in this world who accompanies a woman for no reason.

An Su loves to see He Xiangnuan's appearance of making tea, it is a kind of enjoyment, just like this. She quietly watched him warm utensils, set tea, brew, serve tea, enjoy tea, and refill water, all of which were extremely elegant in his work. Whenever this happens, no matter how irritable you feel in your heart, you can always calm down quickly.

In the faint fragrance of tea, An Su looked at He Xiangnuan in a daze, he raised his head and brought the teacup to An Su, and smiled at her. Such a scene made An Su a little trance-like, just like when she was in the Lotus Society, in the room full of pear fragrance, the little monk looked at her and smiled. The difference is that He Xiangnuan's smile is warm, while the little monk's smile is always light and light.

An Su picked up the teacup and put it between his nose to smell it, He Xiangnuan didn't speak, and tasted the tea seriously. They get along with each other very wonderfully, they can talk from ancient times to the present, or they can be quiet and peaceful, just companionship.

After two cups of tea, An Su told He Xiangnuan about the scene when she met Sun Jing in Paris, and said that when Sun Jing was going to Tibet to meet her teacher, she was no longer interested at the beginning, but instead had a faint loneliness.

After a long time, she whispered, "I don't know if Master and his old man are okay." ”

He Xiangnuan's hand holding the teacup froze on his lips. Listening to An Su mention his master, he understood that she was thinking of the young man who died young. But she has been running away for fifteen years, is she going to keep running away like this? It's time for her to face it. He turned the cup that stopped at his lips a few times from side to side, then slowly drank the tea in the cup, put down the teacup, looked at her and said, "Why don't you take advantage of this holiday to go back and meet your master?" ”

Ansu was silent for a moment and shook his head slowly.

He Xiangnuan sighed slightly, and thought about it: "Why don't we go to the Dajue Temple on the outskirts of the city?" ”

Ansu nodded.

Xiang Hui has a lot of friends, and whenever he needs someone to accompany him, he can always call friends and eat and drink, but whenever he recalls that past and is painful, he can only find Peng Dongjun to come out and drink with him. Not for anything else, but because he knows the pain best, there is no need to hide it in front of him.

Half an hour after hanging up the phone, Peng Dongjun appeared at Xiang Hui's house. He shook his head when he saw the wine and glass that Xiang Hui had prepared, and said, "I won't drink the wine, and I'll have to drive later." My parents are here, and I can't spend the night with you. If there is any bitter water, you can vomit it. ”

Xiang Hui ignored him and poured himself a glass of wine.

"Damn! Nor pour me a glass of water. After Peng Dongjun finished speaking, he got up and went into the kitchen, opened the refrigerator and poured himself a glass of ice water.

Coming out of the kitchen, Xiang Hui had finished drinking the wine in his cup.

Peng Dongjun shook his head when he saw it: "Say it!" ”

"I broke up with Qingya."

After hearing this, Peng Dongjun suddenly felt uneasy, and his face sank: "You kid is obsessed!" ”

"Yesterday she came back on the same flight as An Su, and the two of them sat together."

Peng Dongjun put the cup in his hand on the coffee table with a cold face, and snorted coldly: "It's Ansu again, what does this woman want to do?" ”

"She didn't do anything."

"If she didn't do anything, how could you break up? Do you think it's a pure coincidence that the two of them are on the same flight and still sit together? ”

"It was I who told Sù Qingya about that incident back then......"

Before Xiang Hui finished speaking, he was interrupted by Peng Dongjun, "Crazy you!" How can you tell that, don't you know how many people will be involved? ”

Xiang Hui smiled bitterly: "I didn't say it completely, but who is Fei Qingya, can she guess?" ”

Xiang Hui said anything more, but Peng Dongjun couldn't listen to it anymore. He didn't believe that there would be such a coincidence in the world at all, and he always felt that An Su was deliberately approaching Fei Qingya, and the target was Xiang Hui.

Her revenge came.