In the Jingyu Nunnery, Lin Xiaoxian hid in the kitchen and quietly chose vegetables, and when he thought that he might have to eat fast again at noon, Lin Xiaoxian felt that his stomach was protesting. After going back last time, she made up her mind that no matter how much suffering she encountered in her future life, she would not leave home and resolutely sit through Hongchen.

"That boy is Aunt Mo's grandson, and he looks really good." Quietly raised his eyes to look at Ling Zixuan and Old Lady Ling in the pavilion outside the window.

"Hmm." As soon as Ling Zixuan was mentioned, Lin Xiaoxian thought of the kiss half an hour ago.

"Are you boyfriend and girlfriend?" Meditation suddenly came up with such a sentence.

The beans in Lin Xiaoxian's hand almost fell into the basin, "No, we are classmates, I helped." "Lord Buddha, these cultivators are still gossiping like this.

"I'm just asking, there's been nothing new here for a long time." Jing Xin smiled embarrassedly, yes, the Buddha has nothing to do and has to listen to people's complaints, save people from suffering and relieve their boredom at the same time.

Lin Xiaoxian lamented in her heart that she was going to be popular this year, and it was the headlines wherever she went.

In the gazebo, Mrs. Ling looked at her grandson who had grown up, although she had not gone home in the past few years, she knew everything about the Ling family, and every once in a while the housekeeper would come over to report to her, this time Jiang Muqing had opened the housekeeper in advance, so she didn't get the news in the first time.

"Do you still resent Grandma?" Old Lady Ling's momentum back then is no longer there.

"I can't forget my aunt, but it doesn't mean that people have to learn to let go." Ling Zixuan looked at his grandmother, who was almost old, yes, how many years can this old man in front of him who has always loved him live.

After coming home from school that day, Ling Zixuan found that Mrs. Ling had left, Ling Ziyu went out for a walk, Jiang Muqing returned to her parents' house, Ling Zixuan sat alone in the empty big house and thought a lot, grandma is old, she has been tormented by her past sins every day outside all these years, if one day, she passed away quietly like this, and he himself has never said or done anything, not only grandma's life, but even his life will have irreparable regrets.

"I'm glad you're here."

"I've grown up, I'm not a child who just does things by will, go home grandma, the family needs you, the current Ling family is not maintained by feelings, and sooner or later it will collapse." The Ling family is now working independently, the old lady Ling does not completely delegate power, Ling Haoran has also cultivated his own henchmen for many years, Jiang Muqing is in the Ling family, but his heart is in his own mother's house, Ling Ziyu is humble but lacks domineering, and it is difficult to stand alone.

"It's not about feelings now, it's not before, I'm old, and even if I go back, I can't change anything." Old Mrs. Ling sighed, she did a lot of mistakes back then, without love, husband and wife cannot be counted as husband and wife, children cannot be counted as children, they are just strangers locked up in a house because of blood relationship.

"Then watch the Ling family continue like this, I don't care, sooner or later I will leave." Even if he had nothing, Ling Zixuan didn't want to waste his time in the Ling family's infighting.

"You are the Ling family, you can't escape, even if you don't do it for yourself, one day you will be forced to mediate with the Ling family in order to protect the love in your heart." Old Lady Ling glanced at the kitchen, and she saw the girl who had come last time and Jing Xin entering the kitchen together through the crack in the window in her room.

Ling Zixuan couldn't answer, looking at the mountain scenery not far away, it was autumn, and the leaves on the mountain were red and green, which had a unique taste.

"It's your birthday in two weeks, I'll give you a birthday gift, I will transfer all 14% of the shares of Feiyu Group in my hand to you, your grandfather is 12%, your father is 9%, your mother is 8%, you are the person who holds the most shares in Feiyu." Rich for three generations, among the two grandchildren, Mrs. Ling values Ling Zixuan more, Ling Zixuan has innate self-confidence and decisiveness, which is the most important personal condition for galloping in the shopping mall.

"Grandma, aren't you pushing me in?" Ling Zixuan looked at Old Lady Ling in disbelief.

"If you can't escape, you have to fight, I just stuffed a shield in your hand, and blocked it for you if necessary, and your ability is the spear in your hand, never rush, you have to think hard." Old Lady Ling hoped that Ling Zixuan could comprehend it herself.

Ling Zixuan lowered his head and looked at an ant under his feet struggling to carry a dead insect forward, for a long time, he smiled, "I accept, one day in the future, I will push the Ling family down," looked directly into the shocked eyes of the old lady Ling, and said, "Then, I will rebuild." ”

There is a broken flower pot in front of the main hall, go to clean it quietly, Lin Xiaoxian also followed, today is the weekend, although there are not many pilgrims here, but they are also greedy for the scenery of Jingyu Nunnery, and they are reluctant to leave for a long time.

"It's a shame for this pot of impatiens." Meditation felt sorry.

"Then find a new pot, I'll clean it up here." Lin Xiaoxian took the broom in Jing Xin's hand.

"I'm sorry, uncle, please let me go, you stepped on the dirt." Seeing that someone stepped on the flower soil, Lin Xiaoxian kindly reminded.

"Thank you." The man's voice had a sense of familiarity that had not been seen for a long time, and Lin Xiaoxian's heart trembled, and she raised her head stiffly.

It's really him, Su Anzhi, the former father, it's been ten years, she still remembers his face, how can she forget it? Lin Xiaoxian lowered her head suddenly, afraid that he would find out that she was unnatural, but she couldn't stop the tears that she couldn't stop when she turned her back.

Lin Xiaoxian couldn't forget the laughter that once belonged only to their father and daughter, and her father held her in his arms and tickled her neck with the stubble that had just popped out of his chin; She couldn't forget those evenings of waiting, she stood at the door, waiting for her father to come home and see her for the first time; She can't forget that Christmas, when her father, with a strange face, brought back another woman; She couldn't forget her father's no longer warm eyes, she begged her father's family not to separate, and the only answer she got was the cold back behind him.

"Xiaoxian, how about you look at this flower pot." Jing Xin returned, interrupting Lin Xiaoxian's distant thoughts.

"It's good." Lin Xiaoxian turned his head and secretly wiped away his tears.

"What's wrong?" Jing Xin felt that Lin Xiaoxian was suddenly a little wrong.

"I accidentally lost my eyes by sweeping the soil." Thankfully, these classic innocuous little lies are readily available.

"I'll come, you go to the kitchen and get some water to wash up." Jing Xin was a little worried.

Lin Xiaoxian and Su Anzhi passed by, even if it was so short, the appearance of his biological father was engraved in her mind again. Time is a terrible thing, ten years can change too much, it can make you taste the bitterness of life, it can also give you a new life, and Dad can no longer be a dad, just a stranger who was once familiar.

"Mr. Su, I haven't seen you for a few months, but it's always good." Master Qingyin knows Su Anzhi too well, Su Anzhi often comes to Jingyu Nunnery over the years, and leaves a lot of sesame oil money every time after worshipping the Bodhisattva. One year it rained heavily, and the outer wall of Jingyu Nunnery collapsed, which was also repaired by Su Anzhi.

"Everything is fine, thank you for your concern." Su Anzhi nodded slightly.

"The scenery of Bird Mountain in autumn is good, and Mr. Su has time to go into the mountains for a walk." Qingyin returned the salute and returned to the temple.

In the past few years, Su Anzhi has come to worship the Bodhisattva every once in a while, people are like this, only when retribution comes, do they know that they have done so much wrong. When he was a student, Su Anzhi despised the most about a man who was unkind, he exchanged his sincerity and patience for Shen Qiuman's trust and lifelong trust, after entering the society, the whole person was eaten away by selfishness and ** little by little, and sometimes suddenly in the morning when he woke up, he almost didn't know himself in the mirror.

Shen Qiuman disappeared, he deliberately let her choose between children and property, he thought that she would come back to him sooner or later, how long can she endure a woman who has no money to lead a child's miserable life, he is not without love for her, why can't a weak woman who blindly tolerates him once. Until one day he found out that the baby son who made him abandon his wife and daughter was not his species at all, that night, Su's mother drove the child out of the Su family with his mother, and there was nothing left overnight, and his so-called choice, betrayal, and father-son relationship lost its meaning.

Su Anzhi didn't know that his biological daughter was squatting in a quiet corner not far away at this time, sighing about the past like him.

At noon, Lin Xiaoxian and Jingxin had dinner together, and she and Ling Zixuan agreed to contact by phone and go back together after meeting at the door of Jingyu Nunnery. After cleaning up the dishes and chopsticks, Lin Xiaoxian knocked his head, no wonder he felt as if he had forgotten something just now.

"Aunt Xin, I brought you something, I almost forgot." Lin Xiaoxian took out a set of cosmetics from her bag and handed it to Jing Xin.

"I'm practicing, where do I need this?" Jing Xin was a little surprised.

"Last time, I told my mother about you, and my mother put this on me, and she said that if she had the opportunity to see you again, she would give this to you, unopened, and you should take proper care of your practice, your skin is too dry."

"Then thank you mother, what is your mother's name, wait for a good day, I will write your mother's name on the red cloth strip, and then tie it to the hundred-year-old tree in the nunnery, bless your mother with good health and a happy family." Meditation is sincere, and she can see a kind and gentle mother from Lin Xiaoxian.

"Okay, I'll write my mother's name to you right now." Lin Xiaoxian took out a sticky note and wrote Shen Qiuman's name.

The phone rang, and Lin Xiaoxian said goodbye to Jingxin and walked out of Jingyu Nunnery.

Looking at Lin Xiaoxian's back out of the door, Old Lady Ling came to the meditation room.

"The kid went out." Before Mrs. Ling could ask, Jing Xin took the initiative to speak.

"I saw her gone, this kid is very interesting, she actually avoided me." Old Lady Ling inadvertently saw the note on the table, and the delicate handwriting on it made her seem to think of something, Shen Qiuman, a very familiar name, as if she had heard it somewhere.

"What is this?" Old Lady Ling asked Jingxin.

"It's the name of the girl's mother, I want it, I want to pray for her someday."

"It's her mother's name, it's a little familiar, I can't remember it." Old Lady Ling put down the note.

"Didn't ask her why she didn't come to see me." That Lin Xiaoxian looked quite clever, and Ling Zixuan's attitude towards her was very special.

"She said she was there to lead the way." Jing Xin chuckled quietly.

"Yes, my grandson is not too stupid to find his way." Old Mrs. Ling also smiled, she would never make the same mistake again, let them let the child's feelings go with the flow.

Outside the gate of Jingyu Nunnery, Ling Zixuan stroked the stone tablet in front of the door, pondering how many people had been taken in here over the years to confess, and what could he change after confession?

"If you want to escape, you have to find a monk's temple." Lin Xiaoxian jumped out like a rabbit and startled Ling Zixuan, the warm and choking kiss in the morning made both of them a little uncomfortable later.

"I can't bear to be in the dust." He looked at Lin Xiaoxian and smiled meaningfully.

"I'm also reluctant to eat and drink in Hongchen, what do you think of the lunch fast?" Lin Xiaoxian ignored his stubble at all.

"I suddenly felt like it was good to be a rich boy." It's too plain, if it weren't for Old Lady Ling watching there, he wouldn't have stuffed those coarse grains down his throat when he died.

"Rich boy? Let's go, go take the bus. Lin Xiaoxian put away his disdainful gaze and left first.

Ling Zixuan looked at her back, and really wanted to pull her back and tell her that in two weeks, my brother would have 14% of the equity of Feiyu Group, and then I would take a taxi to take you to the Maldives for vacation.

But now, Ling Zixuan scratched his head helplessly and followed Lin Xiaoxian and the other buses.

In the corner, a man put away his mobile phone and turned to leave......