If you can afford it, you have to put it down, Su Meiniang doesn't know how many people she has seen who can pick it up but there is no longer a person who can put it down and be bold when she is empty-handed and barefoot, there is a saying called no desire is rigid, and the general truth is like this, really look down on everything, so in this society that is deceitful in Zhao Huchen's words, there are fewer flaws for people to criticize, but there are many people who can pick it up, and how many people can really put it down?

Su Meiniang knows that there is an immortal monk in the Shangfeng Temple of Tianma Mountain, and she has never stepped out of the Shangfeng Temple for 20 years, and she has always repaid the greatest respect to the old man who can really be called a monk in the spirit of Buddhism, because she knows very well that this old man has the deepest foundation in the pearl, and people who have the deepest roots in the pearl are shy about the past. With the friendship of the elders, Su Meiniang also sat in meditation with the senior monk a few times, but she only listened to him laugh at himself, and she couldn't let go of this retreat at all, and the meditation ended without a problem.

Regardless of whether Zhao Huchen can really let go as he said, Su Meiniang is very satisfied with this seemingly unpromising answer, the corners of her mouth are curved out of a soft arc to leak out the master's smile, and her voice is a little easier, "I don't know how many people climb high and then fall down and stubbornly get into the tip of the horns, no matter how hard they try in the wrong direction, it can only be a mistake on a mistake, after counting the past, the great people who can really be called famous in history have a common trait, that is, they can recognize mistakes, whether it is their own or someone else's." ”

Zhao Huchen nodded, deeply convinced.

"You go back, tomorrow morning at six o'clock, I'll take you to a place, dress lightly." Su Meiniang looked at Zhao Huchen, who was dressed in formal clothes and looked like a dog, and said with a relaxed smile.

Zhao Huchen was stunned, then answered, and didn't ask where he was going and why, but just turned his head and walked out of this closed construction land that was not open to the public.

The next day, at half past five, when Zhao Huchen got up, the sky was not completely bright, and the blue-black sky with the cold air and morning dew of the morning made people unconsciously shrink their bodies.

Zhao Huchen, who originally planned to go out quietly, opened the door but found that Mohe didn't know when he was already sitting in the living room waiting, thinking of the fact that he inadvertently said last night that he was going to get up and meet Su Meiniang today, and he also sighed that Mohe did have a little delicate mind.

Since Mohe got up, Zhao Huchen would not pretend to let him go back, and went out with Mohe, and the two went downstairs, and saw that the Hummer they saw last night was already waiting in place.

got into the car, Su Meiniang was not in the car.

After about twenty minutes, the car slowly stopped at an intersection where the building was low and no longer as glamorous as the urban area, Zhao Huchen got out of the car door, but saw Su Meiniang, who was completely different from Pingping, at the intersection.

Dressed in a white sportswear, with a pair of flat-floor shoes underneath, a green silk gently tied up and tied up with a delicate braid on her head, facing the sky, this charming woman in her bones is sitting in front of a very common wonton stall on Mingzhu Street at this time and eating a bowl of wontons.

As soon as this humvee, which could attract a thousand percent head-to-head from head to toe, the passers-by around turned their heads to look at it, until Zhao Huchen, who was dressed in civilian clothes, got out of the car according to Su Meiniang's words.

Su Meiniang beckoned to Zhao Huchen and motioned for him to come over.

As soon as the two sat down, Su Meiniang said to the owner of the stall: "Boss, two more bowls of wontons." ”

The boss answered, opened the pot, and a stream of hot steaming came up, leaving down the wontons for two people, then covering the pot with lids, and adjusting the seasoning, and in just a few minutes, two bowls of steaming wontons were brought to the table.

Su Meiniang didn't blame Zhao Huchen for bringing another person, and after the two sat down, she didn't speak again, just gently ate the wontons in the bowl, sitting opposite her, Zhao Huchen looked at Su Meiniang in front of him very brightly, and the glasses that were definitely able to shatter the armor of the pearl and wealthy families were all over the place.

To be honest, the phrase "beautiful and delicious" is really true, and watching a woman like Su Meiniang eat is even more enjoyable.

Unhurried, slow, unpretentious, not so exaggerated that a meal is twisted to the point of vomiting, and there is too much difference from those women who pretend to eat rice and use spoons.

A pair of well-maintained and slender hands gently twisted up the white porcelain spoon that was not expensive but very clean, and a wonton mixed with two or three shallots in the spoon made people feel refreshing and delicious at a glance, and opened their slightly red lips to send the wonton into their mouths, and the snow-white shell teeth and white porcelain spoons that I saw by chance formed a sharp contrast, and it was precisely this kind of detail that ordinary people would never notice that made Su Meiniang's charm index soar.

Compared with Su Meiniang's, it is more like enjoying and carving a handicraft as fine, Zhao Huchen and Mohe are more scenic, the two old men hold a bowl of wontons and snort and eat a few times and then ask for one, Zhao Huchen also asked Mohe to buy a few fritters and buns, and the food consumption of the two men after eating breakfast is almost several times that of Su Meiniang.

In the back, it was Su Meiniang who watched the two of them sit on the stall and eat.

"I don't know how many people are used to eating in the hotel and feel that sitting on the stall to eat is burying their noble identity, but they forget that when they were carrying one or two hundred yuan, even if it is the next stall, they have to grit their teeth and eat for two days. Su Meiniang looked at the two of them and then remembered some old stories that suddenly woke up from a dream in the dead of night, lying on the bed with her eyes open and forcing herself to fall asleep, and only occasionally popped out of the cracks of her memory, although she was very Yang Ting's fortune trajectory is fundamentally different, but there is no doubt that the two have the same hard and even bitter past, who can stand on this plane, who is a person without a story?

"The water flows to the lower place, the people go to the higher place, I only have two yuan on my body, I can only eat wontons, of course, I think that those who sit in the constant temperature hotel do not need the wind and rain every day steak foie gras people are happier, it took five years and ten years, maybe I was lucky to be able to climb to that position, sat in front of the hotel's wide floor-to-ceiling windows, and looked downstairs, those who sat in the rice stall and chatted loudly with friends, drank wine in large bowls, and ate large pieces of meat, the common people are also happy and simple, people are like this, if you want to sum it up in two words, it is cheap." Zhao Huchen drank all the soup in the bowl, and then put down the empty bowl. He has always eaten very cleanly, and he will never see any food left in his bowl, because the biggest problem in his childhood since he was sensible was to solve the food body of himself and his grandfather, and the children who have been distressed since childhood for their livelihood and the children who have been distressed since childhood in order to ask their parents for more toys are of course two very different lives, in such an environment, there is no need to be strict in terms of tutoring to the point that Zhao Laoji, who can only be described harshly, Zhao Huchen himself will develop the habit of not wasting, in the words of the old man, Wasting food is damned.

For Zhao Huchen, who believed in his fate, being punished by God was undoubtedly the final three words.

"Do you know that you are actually very similar to Yang Ting, and to some extent, you are even more like father and son than ordinary fathers and sons." Su Meiniang said with a smile.

Zhao Huchen was stunned and shook his head sincerely.

"The background is also not high, and there is a little ink in the stomach, since ancient times, the bachelors have been poor, and the literati should have the loftiness and arrogance, you are full, but less pedantic and more flexible. After so many years, although Yang Ting is no longer the Yang Ting who just debuted, his essence has not changed, such as arrogance, but compared to you, he hides it more deeply, this is called fire, and you can't learn it without going through the ups and downs. Su Meiniang's words were as quick as her smile, and she didn't say everything thoroughly, leaving a little room for Zhao Huchen to think about himself.

After six o'clock, some people who went to work in the morning had appeared on the street one after another, and the surrounding shops also opened their doors in the sound of rolling shutters.

Zhao Huchen took the initiative to go to the checkout, and Su Meiniang didn't stop him, which seemed to be a very natural thing.

Zhao Huchen finally understood why Su Meiniang asked him to dress lightly last night, it turned out that he came to climb the mountain this morning.

"This mountain is called Tianma Mountain, there are several temples on the peak and mountainside and at the bottom of the mountain, but that is only a thing of the past, the temple on the mountainside and at the bottom of the mountain has been abandoned for many years, as for those monks are taken in by the Shangfeng Temple on the mountain, now there is a temple on Tianma Mountain, that is, the Shangfeng Temple on the top of the mountain, it is not as famous as Jing'an Temple, and there is no Jade Pond through the Dharma Realm, the spring watermark Zen heart like the Buddha and the heroic couplet, but this Shangfeng Temple belongs to the real ancient temple, It is much more real than the so-called temple that is adjacent to the red dust and disturbs the world. Su Meiniang and Zhao Huchen walked ahead, the air on the mountain was very fresh, and it was refreshing, and Su Meiniang, who had not been to such an environment for a long time, also seemed much more relaxed.

"Monks chase fame and fortune, Taoist priests have quirks, and lamas eat silver rings, it is said that this is the status quo of Chinese religion?" Zhao Huchen joked.

Su Meiniang shook her head and said: "This is biased, although there are many exaggerated people, and most of them are fake monks and fake Taoist priests who eat and mix, but there are still many real religious people, but most of those people can't escape from the world, stay in a corner and enjoy themselves, and it doesn't matter to them what happens outside." ”

(To be continued)