Shen Jing didn't expect it.

The temple is closed tomorrow.

She asked the abbot, and the abbot said that it was a big man who came to meditate and copy the scriptures, and he would clean and close the temple for the time being.

What kind of big man is this who dislikes her and other civilians so much, and still needs to close the temple?

Shen Jing paid for the accommodation, she worshiped the Buddha all day long, with this, the abbot would not give her the money back to let her leave, in the ceremony, in the Dharma, it is really against the Buddha's heart of accepting all things.

Shen Jing didn't ask again, since she was a big man, she might not be able to afford to offend.

Since staying in the capital, she understands a truth, the more low-key people are, the more they can't be provoked, and their identities often scare individuals to death.

Sun Qiyan grabbed her wrist and led her back to the courtyard, "Okay, let's go back to the house." ”

Shen Jing let him lead, and paid more attention to the specific days of the temple closure, she wanted to eat cabbage-flavored dumplings tomorrow.

The next day.

Except for the monks sweeping the floor, the temple was empty, and there were no pilgrims burning incense.

It was getting dark, and a red flag car stopped in front of the stone steps.

The doors open.

Zhou Lushen opened the umbrella with one hand, covered the wind and snow above, and stepped up the steps.

Zhuang Ming took his black suit in his hand, closed the car door, and followed behind Zhou Lushen.

He is not afraid of the cold, he loves to blow cold winds, Zhuang Ming doesn't give him a cloth, he is sober and sober, and what he has done in the past few days is not personnel.

He was reprimanded by the Zhou family and thrown here to worship the Buddha.

The abbot who greeted him at the door often went to the Hutong compound to recite Buddhist scriptures, met every year, and chatted familiarly.

"Mr. Zhou, the temple is ready, please."

He nodded his head.

The abbot introduced the layout of the temple as he walked.

Passing by the incense furnace in the courtyard, Zhou Lushen gently raised his eyes and looked at the Maitreya Buddha with a golden body.

What is offered here is different from that of Nanhuai Temple.

Abbot: "You live in the East Pavilion, you live next door is a female donor, she has come to pray for her family in recent days, she used to burn incense in the Yuanqing Palace, rarely come out to wander, is a little talk, come for more than ten days, only said three words to me, I want to come to have a heart, just ask for a quiet cultivation, will not disturb you, I did not send her away, you don't mind." ”

Zhou Lushen slowly put away his umbrella, "It's okay." ”

The abbot Amitabha Buddha led Zhou Lu to sink to the East Pavilion.

The noble son rebelled and touched the family rules, and the family was reluctant to let him endure hardships, so he sent him to copy the scriptures, who knows whether the real punishment is true or false, and the noble son gladly accepted it.

Zhuang Ming sorted out the Buddhist scriptures and pen and ink.

Accompany him to live in the East Pavilion.

…

Night falls.

Shen Jing lives in the East Second Pavilion.

After having dinner with Sun Qiyan, he sat in the courtyard and weaved a prayer bracelet.

The old abbot taught.

Since she learned, she has been immersed in weaving all day long.

"This one is for you, this one is for grandma, this one is for grandpa, and that one is for eldest sister."

All she said was her family, and then she attached a he.

Sun Qiyan unconsciously brought in his family members, after all, he was not superstitious and did not believe that this prayer was useful.

She gave it personally, and his heart was hit by this small peace rope and he was dizzy.

Want.

He wants.

Looking at the red rope repeatedly, it is particularly beautiful.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome, go to bed early." She picked up the box and went back to her room.

Sun Qiyan hid the red rope in his trouser pocket, rubbed his fingertips twice unconsciously, and got up with a smile, "Tomorrow morning, I will accompany you to the back mountain for a run." ”

She obediently umped and closed the door.

Wait for all the lights in the second pavilion to be completely extinguished.

Shen Jing got up in her clothes, walked through the back door, and leaned against the corner of the white wall leisurely.

Skillfully took out the yellow crane tower in his coat pocket, removed the membrane, knocked a cigarette and put it in his mouth.

Suddenly, two fingers struck a match and slowly lit it.

Swallowing the clouds and spitting out the fog, he lowered his eyes and stared at the faint cigarette on his fingertips.

Xie Qinyang is really bad.

Teach her badly.

But she's not greedy, only occasionally, she will make the bad ones taste nicotine.

The other end of the wall.

The man also held a cigarette in his mouth, tilted his head, wiped the lighter steel wheel, and lit the world in his mouth.

The movements are inconsistent, but at the same time they ignite the smoke.

"Meow~"

There are cats approaching.

Shen Jing squatted down and stroked the little cat raised by the abbot with her fingers.

A little thin, maybe it's a vegetarian in the temple.

She misses her sister, her sister is round, her hair is white and bright, and she went back to Shanghai to eat with her grandmother last month, but she didn't go to Yunding.

Dislike.

A bad cat sent by a bad man, and it costs money to keep a thief.

"Meow~"

Zhou Lushen could vaguely hear the sound of a cat meowing from behind the white wall, calling softly, as if being touched comfortably.

The wall is very high, and there is no road, but I am a little curious that the cat next door is not like the one Yunding.

The snow fell, quietly covering his brow bone, he twisted his eyebrows, pinched the cigarette butt in his mouth with his thumb and forefinger, removed the ash, and raised his eyes.

In the dead of night.

This is the fourth day that Zhou Lushen has returned to Beijing, his work and rest have not been adjusted, he can't sleep at night, leaning against the wall, smoking one cigarette after another, sticking to his leather shoes to extinguish the spark, and strolling back to the room.

The second half of the night.

He always sat in front of the desk, took up his pen and ink, and carefully copied the scriptures.

The thick Sanzang "Sutra and Law Records".

Zhuang Ming stood outside the window and looked at the light in the room.

The mistake made by the second son this time was very serious, he was too vicious, which caused the anger of the Zhou family.

The second wife secretly agreed with the second son's approach in private.

The second wife loves and cares, but it is just a symbolic punishment for him, saving him from returning to Shanghai, and the eldest wife is not angry, and it is more serious.

The identity of the second wife still has the right to speak in this place.

Outsiders say that the only one who can cure the second wife in this life is this grandson who is not related by blood.

It's a good life, everyone is spoiled.

In the early morning, he had already finished copying a copy, and the handwriting was quite strong, Zhuang Ming quickly went into the house to pack up a few sheets, and personally sent them back to the West District compound.

Zhou Lushen rubbed his eyebrows, leaned back in the chair and closed his eyes.

The courtyard next door seems to be cooking cabbage vegetarian dumplings, mixed with the cold wind and fragrant.

Zhou Lushen looked down at his watch.

5 a.m., punctually.

I don't know who lives next door, these days, the three meals a day are particularly punctual, and it is estimated that there is obsessive-compulsive disorder.

When Zhuang Ming returned to the temple, he brought back the pastries and medicinal porridge made by Li Bo.

"The second wife said, it's cold, I'll make up for you."

Zhou Lu sat in front of the window, holding a delicate celadon bowl in his palm, scooped it with one hand, and stopped tasting it.

The civet cat didn't know where to come from, jumped to the window and meowed.

I saw this civet cat yesterday, dirty and wrinkled.

It seems that someone has bathed it, and now it looks at the colorful fur that is much more pleasing to the eye.

Zhou Lushen gestured to Zhuang Ming.

Zhuang Ming found an empty bowl of porridge and put it on the windowsill, "Didn't the pilgrim next door give you dumplings?" ”

"Meow~"

The cat looked at Zhou Lushen vigilantly while eating.

It's a cat that isn't afraid of life, and it's wilder than Yun Ding's timid and cowardly nature.

When it meets people, it will pretend to be pitiful and beg for food.

Zhou Lushen put down the bowl and spoon in his hand, took a piece of milk puff pastry and put it in the cat's bowl.

"I have one in my family, wasting more than 100,000 yuan a month, raising a tsundere, and being noble and dignified all day long, this is not good for coaxing, and it is not good for that, I would rather starve to death than ask someone to feed me."

The civet cat bites a piece of tooth, raises its head and licks its beard, "Meow~"

Zhuang Ming stood tall and straight, calmly looking at the second son and muttering to himself.

If Yunding's expensive Ragdoll cat knew that the wild cats outside didn't eat as well as it, would it still be a mess all day long?