On the way, Xia Lin sat in the passenger seat and looked at Song Jian with a resentful expression.

Song Jian drove the car and ignored Xia Lin.

"Liar!" Charlene suddenly popped up with a word.

Song Jian glanced at Xia Lin inexplicably.

"Bastard!" Charlene scolded again.

Song Jian was silent.

"Shameless!" Charlene is unforgiving.

Song Jian couldn't calm down this time, he felt that he had to explain to Xia Lin that he knew how to play the piano.

"That's right, I used to be obsessed with the piano, so I played it pretty well. But even if I can dance and play the piano, I didn't tell you, you don't have to scold me for being so unbearable. Song Jian said while driving the Ford Fiesta.

"Who said that!" Charlene pouted.

"What's that?" Song Jian was puzzled, he really didn't have a sin on Charlene.

"You don't know yet? You haven't realized your mistake yet? You bastard...... You...... You snatched my Prince Charming. Woo, you damn rival. Luo Hao is in love with you, what should I do? Charlene shouted, her voice crying, but as soon as she heard it, she knew that she was faking to cry.

Song Jian felt a little dizzy in his head, thinking of Luo Hao, a hair stood up on the back of his neck, "Please, please don't mention this, my little aunt and grandmother." ”

Charlene snorted, "I don't care, anyway, you snatched my prince charming, and you have to pay for it." ”

Song Jian hurriedly nodded and said, "I will give him back to you, and I will definitely return it to you." ”

"And, his heart has changed, how can he still do it? Hum. "Charlene has the savage appearance of a little princess.

Song Jian had already driven into the splendid home, stopped the car in the underground garage, and said, "Then how do you say you will pay?" ”

Charlene unbuckled her seat belt and said, "It's better to use you to pay for it." Uncle, why don't you pursue me? ”

Song Jian's head slammed into the car door, he glanced at Xia Lin in horror, and said, "Xia Lin, I didn't provoke you, if your words were heard by the boss, I would have to fire me." ”

Charlene pouted, "I gave you a chance, but you didn't get it, hmph, if you touch my ass again when you practice in the future, I'll tell my cousin." ”

Song Jian sweated profusely, parked the car, and hurried back to the house.

Xu Si was sitting on the sofa in the living room, holding a pen and paper, calculating something.

After changing her shoes, Charlene ran to Xu Si's side and said, "Sister, what are you calculating?" You said that you are not tired, you have to clean up your house, you have to manage the company, and you have to face an endless stream of matchmakers, hey, I am really tired for you. ”

Xu Si pulled Charlene's nose, "Then you will come to help me after graduation." ”

Xia Lin chuckled and said, "Don't be so troublesome, in the future, I will directly marry a man who is both civil and military, and let him help my cousin take care of the company." ”

As she spoke, Charlene glanced at Song Jian intentionally or unintentionally.

Song Jian hurriedly shrank his head and slipped into his bedroom, where Xu Sike was sitting.

Xu Si smiled, stood up, walked to Song Jian's room, knocked on the door, and after getting Song Jian's permission, he walked in.

Song Jian glanced at the paper in Xu Si's hand and said, "What?" Boss, is there a financial crisis? ”

Xu Si nodded.

Song Jian said: "I will find a way as soon as possible for the ten million." ”

Xu Si waved his hand, sighed, and said, "This is not in a hurry, the company still has millions of funds left, which can be used to make some preliminary preparations." But I found that even if I added the 10 million, I would not be able to successfully complete the listing work in vain after the year. This still removes the promotion links such as advertising and promotion. ”

Song Jian smiled: "Isn't there still time for this, there will be funds." ”

Xu Si nodded and said, "Last month's salary has been hit on your card, and I helped you raise the salary by one thousand, which is considered your salary for taking care of Charlene." ”

"Uh, is it worth taking care of Charlene?" Song Jian smiled bitterly, "I don't think adding three thousand can measure the hard work I have paid." ”

Xu Si glanced at Song Jian and turned to leave.

Song Jian looked at the slender back of his fiancée, with a smile on his face, although his life is still a little poor, his current life is much more comfortable than when he was in the Tai Hospital. At the very least, there is the freedom that Song Jian wants.

Taking a deep breath, Song Jian lay on the bed and closed his eyes.

The next day, Song Jian had nothing to do, so he took the string of Buddhist beads and walked towards Tiger Hill.

Tiger Hill is located in the northwest suburbs of Gusu City, five kilometers away from the center of the city. Legend has it that in the Spring and Autumn Period, Wu Wangfu sent his father to bury here, and after the burial, there was a white tiger standing on it, so it was called Tiger Hill. The mountain is about 36 meters high, the ancient trees are towering, the mountain is small and the scenery is many, and the thousand-year-old Tiger Hill Tower stands on the top of the mountain. Relying on the beautiful scenery and the long historical and cultural landscape, it enjoys the reputation of "the first scenic spot in Wuzhong". In his previous life, when he was a physician, Song Jian once heard Su Dongpo say: "It is a pity to go to Gusu City and not visit Tiger Hill."

Also as a scenic spot in Gusu City, Tiger Hill is different from those gardens in Gusu City, the garden art is artificially piled up, while Tiger Hill is more like a park full of historical heritage and artistic beauty.

Moreover, every autumn and winter, the older generation of Gusu people will gather here to hold temple fairs.

Today is New Year's Day, and similarly, it is also the day of the Tiger Hill Temple Fair.

Song Jian parked the car in the parking lot and walked towards Tiger Hill.

Today, Tiger Hill doesn't even charge tickets.

"I saved fifty yuan in tickets," Song Jian smiled.

At the door, an old man dressed plainly, pulling an erhu, although the sleeves on his body were very torn, they were very clean and tidy. The tune of the erhu is the "Erquan Reflecting the Moon" played by the blind A Bing, and in this late autumn, it is a little sad to hear this song.

Song Jian walked over and threw the fifty yuan into the black broken bag in front of the old man.

Walking into Tiger Hill, pedestrians are bustling.

Song Jian played all the way and wandered in the direction of Yunyan Temple.

In late autumn, the scenery of the Tiger Hill woodland is not very beautiful, but it has a bit more solemn atmosphere.

The most famous place in Tiger Hill, in addition to the Tiger Hill Tower in the distance, belongs to the Sword Pool. It is rumored that Fucha's father is buried under the sword pool, and the reason why it is called the sword pool is because in the cemetery below the sword pool, the burial companions are famous swords such as fish intestines and bian zhu.

Song Jian just glanced at it a few times, and then walked over, even if there was really a cemetery under the sword pool, ordinary people would not be able to enter it, if it was easy, it would have been excavated by the third uncle of the northern faction and the tomb robbers who roared in the world.

Further up, there is a leaning tower, this leaning tower is the famous Tiger Hill Tower, known as the Leaning Tower of Pisa of the East.

Behind the Tiger Hill Tower, is the Yunyan Temple.

There are many people who come to Yunyan Temple to pray for blessings, especially in this New Year's Day.

Song Jian followed the men and women, old and young, into the Yunyan Temple.

For incense and blessing, Song Jian is not much interested, Buddhism from India to China, has already undergone great changes, since Buddhism can change with time and space, then it is not eternal, for Song Jian, Buddhism is more like a philosophical thought, just like the Taoist idea of the great way, the unity of heaven and man, the Confucian idea of benevolence, etiquette and morality.

Since it is a philosophy and a culture, it is enough to learn, and of course there is no need to worship.

Song Jian walked directly towards the back of the temple.

Master Yunkong is the old Zen master of Yunyan Temple, and his status is higher than that of the abbot, so of course he will not fool the people who come to worship in front of the temple.

A little monk carried a food box and hurried away.

Song Jian intercepted the monk and asked, "Little Master, can you tell Master Yunkong where he lives?" ”

The little monk glanced at Song Jian and said, "Uncle Shi is not a guest today. ”

Song Jian said: "It's the old man who is visiting, and the little master can tell the place." ”

The little monk didn't dare to snub Song Jian, pointed to a row of dormitories on the mountain behind him, and said, "Uncle Shi's dormitory is there, but don't force it." ”

Song Jian thanked him and walked towards the dormitory on the mountain.

The backyard of Yunyan Temple is very clean, and all those pilgrims worship in the front yard, and few people will come to this quiet place in the back.

"Huh? How can so many people be hiding? ”

Song Jian was stunned for a moment, he continued to walk casually on the surface, but in fact, he secretly perceived, and found that there were seven or eight people hidden in this backyard, some of these people were hiding behind the rockery, and some were leaning over the grass, as if they wanted to ambush.

However, from these people, Song Jian didn't feel much murderous aura, that is to say, these people did not deliberately target themselves.

Song Jian pretended not to know, and continued to walk along the mountain road towards the back mountain.

A stone pavilion is placed in the middle of the mountain road, and in the stone pavilion sits a man, no more than twenty-seven or eighteen years old, dressed in casual clothes, holding a string of prayer beads in his hand.

Song Jian's eyes swept over the young man, and he was secretly surprised in his heart, the momentum on this man's body was very strong, not much weaker than that Lin Leopard.

"Why are there so many strongmen in Gusu City?" Song Jian was surprised in his heart, maybe it was because Song Jian ate five longevity pills at once before he died, or it could be that Song Jian's soul had been baptized by thousands of years of time and space, in short, Song Jian's intuition was very accurate, and this intuition was not only the induction of death, but also the exploration of people.

The young man in front of him, although he looked ordinary, gave Song Jian the feeling that he was very strong, much stronger than Han Peng, only a little weaker than that Lin Leopard, at least, his current self was not his opponent at all.

"Do friends have Buddha beads?" The man suddenly looked at Song Jian and asked.

Song Jian didn't understand what this person meant, he faced the person and pretended to be careless and said: "Since you are here, of course you have a Buddha in your heart and a pearl in your hand, and your friend is also here to ask Master Yunkong to consecrate the Buddha beads?" ”

As he spoke, Song Jian took out his string of Buddhist beads.

The person on the other side smiled at Song Jian.

"Boom", nine people suddenly appeared around.

"Stop!"

"Don't move!"

"We're the police!"

The nine people ran towards Song Jian in the stone pavilion and the young man opposite, all nine of them were dressed in civilian clothes, and they didn't hold a guy in their hands, shouting and surrounding them.

Song Jian was stunned for a moment, and intuitively sensed that he had fallen into a trap, he looked at the young man, and the corner of the young man's mouth showed a little disdainful smile.

"Huh? How are you? A tactful woman's voice came.

Song Jian turned his head and saw that it was Li Mengya, a big-breasted policewoman.

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