Lu Jin put incense on the Buddha, and then went back to the meditation room, and when he poured water to drink, he suddenly thought of Fu Yan's words of concern, and he was stunned for a while, and the water overflowed all over the table.

Three years ago,......

The winter wind was biting, Lu Jin was lying in the snow with a dying breath, her body was full of dazzling red, and she knew that she was about to freeze to death.

But she has nowhere to go, in the years at the border, she has too many lives in her hands, both good and bad.

Every time she sets up a stage and sings a song, she has one more life in her hands, and this time, it is estimated that she will sing herself.

"Donor, are you okay?"

When she was about to lose consciousness, an old monk rescued her, and later she heard the old monk say that it was the Buddha who dreamed, maybe she should not die.

She believed, the scourge will be left for thousands of years.

Later, the people above did not ask her to do errands, so she lived in the monastery for three years with peace of mind, occasionally going out to sing a kunqu opera to add some incense money to the temple.

Lu Jin looked at the tea on the table, hooked the corners of his mouth, and said in his heart, I want to go out, such a state of mind is not suitable for staying in the courtyard to practice Buddhism.

After wiping the table with a rag, she called.

"Master Fu, I'm Lu Jin, I think I can sing a song for you, no charge, just food and accommodation."

Fu Yan on the other end chuckled, no one would know the doubts of her phone, and then replied.

"Lu Jin, don't worry, follow me, I will be good to you."

"Well, tomorrow morning at eight o'clock, come pick me up."

Lu Jin's tone was light, making it difficult to figure out her emotions and true thoughts.

"Okay, then you can rest."

Fu Yan waited for her to hang up the phone, then put the phone aside, recalling the first time she heard her sing Kunqu Opera many years ago, it was really a glance.

Lu Jin, my illness has been cured, so I can come to you.

Early the next morning, Lu Jin said goodbye to his master and followed Fu Yan home, which was a set of courtyard houses near the Forbidden City, which was very simple in decoration, but it happened to be consistent with Lu Jin's aesthetics.

Entering the West Wing, she was shocked, few people knew that what she really liked was calligraphy and painting, and the famous paintings and characters on the wall were obviously not like a coincidence, Fu Yan may have known her for a long time.

Or maybe she really looks like the heroine in the movie, who has been carefully liked for many years.

"Lu Jin, do you like it?"

Fu Yan spoke at the right time behind her, he wanted her to know that he really knew her with good intentions, and he really wanted to be good to her.

"Well, I like it, thank you Master Fu."

Thank you for the like.

Lu Jin remained silent as always, lowered her eyes, and silently recited the mantra of purifying her heart in her heart, she had to restrain her heartbeat, even if she couldn't go back to the temple in the future, she couldn't easily fall in turn now.

She knows that she is a very romantic person in her bones, and killing a person in a song in the past is a sense of ritual she gave herself, and her love also needs a sense of ritual, from beginning to end.

Otherwise, when she recalls it in the future, she will feel that it is not worth it, or that it will be difficult to reconcile.

She wants to be like her parents and undying affection.

"Lu Jin, this is your study, but your things should be put in the master bedroom, is it okay?"

It was originally a tough word, but Fu Yan said it in a pleading tone.

"Master Fu is so impatient to kidnap me to your bed?"

Lu Jin looked down at his toes, and his words seemed to be serious and funny.

"Lu Jin, I want to marry you, the kind that Ming Media is marrying, so before getting married, I won't touch you, you can rest assured, I just want you to be by my side all the time, you sleep in the bed, I sleep on the sofa, okay?"

Fu Yan spoke very seriously, with a serious expression, like a believer.

Lu Jin's heart softened, and the ghost nodded and said, "Okay."