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Beside the abbot, the eldest disciple who took care of the affairs in the temple walked a few steps quickly, clasped his hands together and said, "Please come inside." ”

Zhong Shushi returned the salute respectfully, "There is Master Lao." ”

A group of people entered the temple gate in a grand manner, and Huang Wumei saw them walking away, so she led Meng Jia in.

The place of the Six Banyan Temple is not big, Meng Jia stood under the corridor, and heard the master's strong voice, which sounded in front of the Daxiong Treasure Hall, which was a little more restrained than when he preached, "Please cross your left foot and enter through the Wuxiang Gate." ”

The three doors of the temple, the middle is the empty door, which is said to be selfless, implying that all lines are impermanent and eternal, which is left for the disciples of Buddhism, and it is inconvenient for people in the world to walk.

The phaseless door is the left door.

When Zhong Shushi was in Beijing, for half a year, he inevitably accompanied the elders in the family to incense.

The old lady of his family believed this, even if she risked being reprimanded by her husband, she would go to Lingguang Temple at least twice a year.

Therefore, even if the master doesn't say it, he knows the rules.

The people around him, when he took a step, said flattering words, "The man is on the left, the woman is on the right, the man is on the left, the business is right, Master's position is not wrong at all." ”

Meng Jia saw that there was a fleeting look on the face of the gentle master. I have been isolated from the red dust for too long, and I happened to see the mundane things, listened to the proverbs, and felt pity for the sophistication of the people in this hall.

Zhong Shushi was silent, as if he hadn't heard, and walked around the apse.

His expression and posture were indifferent, three points colder than the golden Buddha offered in the main hall, and he did not bow down.

Huang Wumei led Meng Jia to worship in the Guanyin Temple, and wanted to listen to the lectures, Meng Jia had nothing to do, wandered around, and enjoyed a few urns of blue and white vats of the Buddha lotus, seeing that the sun was getting more and more sunny, she grabbed the lotus canopy given by the monks, and ran to hide under a long eaves.

Meng Jia just sat down on the stone bench, and a thin and tall figure turned out from the lush vegetation, green and green, stained with a dazzling white light.

She saw the appearance of the person who came, and greeted politely, "Mr. Zhong is also here to enjoy the coolness?" ”

Meng Jia didn't get up, Qingying's gaze only glanced at him faintly, and Zhong Shushi could feel her reluctance. He had a faint look of tiredness between his eyebrows, and replied casually, "Hide and relax." ”

In the place where the incense is so abundant, the temple is full of gods and Buddhas, and the taste of being offered up like this is laborious and laborious.

He stretched out his cold white fingers and pointed down to the seat next to Meng Jia, "Miss Meng, can I sit here?" ”

"You can sit if you want, and this place is not mine."

Meng Jia pinched the green lotus canopy in his hand, and suddenly wanted to laugh a little, feeling that his gentlemanly style was too much.

Zhong Shushi's eyes were dark, and he couldn't see half of his emotions, "Miss Meng is here with your grandmother?" ”

She nodded, and wanted to laugh even more, "Call me Meng Jia, always calling Miss Meng is very verbose, and it looks old-fashioned." ”

Zhong Shushi's tone overflowed with a hint of nonchalance, "How old are you, just say that you are old." ”

With a snort, Meng Jia finally laughed, "I'm sorry, I mean you're old-fashioned." ”

No one had ever spoken to him like that. Including his cousin Zhong Ling, who was close to him, the most daring one was just to quietly grimace at him.

Zhong Shushi was stunned by her innocent accusations, and saw a round lotus seed rolling down from her fingertips, crisp and sweet.

He smiled distractedly, "Okay, then call you Meng Jia." ”

Meng Jia picked up the lotus seed and put it on the cloth bag, "But I don't know your name yet." ”

"Zhong Shushi."

Meng Jia muttered and repeated, "Shu, Shi, how are you written?" ”

Zhong Shushi stretched out a white finger and dipped it in the tea in the cup in her hand, and the soaked fingertips rose and fell back and forth on the stone table, and the two words fell out.

Occipital flow gargle.

Meng Jia looked slightly dizzy.

Looking at him again, I only felt that in addition to the good eyebrows of the people in front of him, they were all gentle and precious in the white moon and the breeze.

She coughed lightly, her face was flushed unconcealably, "It's a bit awkward, this is what your parents gave you?" ”

"My grandfather."

"How did he come up with those two words?" Meng Jia tilted his head and looked at him carefully for a long time, his eyes full of curiosity, "Is there any special meaning?" ”

"In the year I was born, there was a period of not very clear days in the courtyard, and the old people wanted to retreat bravely from the rapids several times and live a secluded life of spring sowing and autumn harvest. In these two words, there is this meaning of him. ”

Zhong Shushi's hands were propped up on his knees, as if he had known each other for many years, plainly and seriously, and even told her the origin of his name.

Maybe it was the atmosphere of the conversation that day was too good.

He deliberates his choice of words and tries to avoid sensitive topics. Even if they have passed and been drowned in the torrent of history, they cannot be easily brought up, and at this point, a high degree of self-consciousness is required.

Even if it's at home.

Zhong Ling once flipped through his desk, pointed to a photo and asked, "What is this place called, how can grandpa be in the village?" ”

was immediately scolded by her father, "Don't have so many problems, go out to play with you, you are not allowed to come in here again in the future." ”

Meng Jia was born late, and she couldn't hear half of Zhong Shushi's words. In the child's mind, only two sentences that had been transcribed during the post popped up.

She whispered, "Therefore the pillow flows, and wants to wash its ears; So gargle the stone, want to sharpen its teeth. ”

"You're in literature?"

Zhong Shushi threw out reasonable doubts.

Meng Jia shook her head, "No, I learn translation, diplomatic and foreign affairs translation." ”

"Guangzhou also has a good university for foreign Chinese, and your grandmother should want you to stay."

Her tone was soft and firm, "Indeed. But this is my own path, and I should choose it myself. ”

Zhong Shushi looked at this girl, with a bright pride in his eyebrows, and she attracted his appreciation and curiosity.

He asked, in the tone of stating the established facts, "You always obey yourself like this?" ”

"No one wants to be swayed."

Zhong Shushi was silent for a long time, and what responded to her was a stormy smile.

He is not the kind of person who likes to preach, and he does not think that there are any difficult truths, which are not in books, and people want to understand, but it is difficult to understand.

There are only two kinds of people who don't understand, he is pretending to be deaf and dumb, or he has not yet reached this stage.

When time and experience arrive, and when you turn over the seemingly insurmountable mountain in front of you, you will naturally understand that there is no need for others to say more.

That year, Meng Jia was eighteen years old, and she had just entered the adult world, she was too young.

I don't know that in this world, there are many lives that don't want to be swayed, shouldn't be swayed, but are swayed, and have to be swayed.

Before a prairie fire burned out the obsession in her heart, she couldn't understand what Mr. Zhong's meaningful smile meant.

Later, Zhang's mother came to call her, Meng Jia responded to the sentence, she dropped the lotus canopy and got up, took a gray tile step, and stopped, "Mr. Zhong, the Six Banyan Temple is very spiritual, you can bow down." ”

When Meng Jia said this, she guessed that Zhong Shushi had reached the marriageable age, and she was completely out of kindness.

But Zhong Shushi didn't seem to appreciate her, although his expression didn't change much, but in the dimness of light and shadow, Meng Jia frowned slightly when he saw him.

Zhong Shushi said coldly, "Because of my identity, I have always only watched and not worshipped. ”

Meng Jia didn't understand very well, but Zhang's mother pulled her away and whispered all the way, "Okay, people like them are not good at burning incense, at least they can't be in front of people." Even the old lady of his family, when she went to incense, she greeted her in advance, and the temple was closed for a day. If it is known, it will be said that it is a large-scale superstitious activity, and the crime is not small. ”

In the pure temple in the middle of summer, the water is Zen, and the red lotus falls off the old clothes. Meng Jia couldn't figure out what kind of people they were talking about.

But intuitively, she guessed, it was probably the kind of people with many doors, unfathomable.

Later, when she came to Beijing, she realized more deeply that Zhong Shushi, who had a great elegance in her mind, had already been unreasonable by fate, cut off from her narrow and mediocre world, and was not in the same class at all.

Zheng Ting came all the way from the Zangjing Building, and was so tired that he held the table and gasped, "Shushi, leave a big group of people, are you avoiding here?" ”

When he took a breath and looked up, Meng Jia's white skirt brushed against the root of the wall and swirled lightly.

Zheng Ting sighed, "Dare to be accompanied by a beautiful woman, no wonder you don't want to get up." ”

Zhong Shushi didn't know where he was born. It's like Fang Cai, I don't know how to answer her, it's unprecedented, let's talk about family history.

I think when he was in Beijing, he never used such a sentence to talk to a few people. are all in accordance with the old man's orders, but everything but a humble and low-key.

His grandfather Zhong Wentai, the most common words on his lips are that although he is rich, he asks for one-tenth of the time and loses nine-tenths of the time.

Zhong Shushi muffled, "Didn't you hear Uncle Ting?" A beautiful woman with sharp teeth and a sharp mouth, let me go and ask for marriage. ”

Seeing that Zheng Ting was dumbfounded, he pointed at himself in disbelief and asked, "I look so old?" Have you fallen to the point that you have to rely on the blessing of the Bodhisattva to get married? ”

Zheng Ting thought it was a little interesting.

The stable son and brother in front of him have not been so fierce for many years.

Zheng Ting cleared his throat, "Maybe Miss Meng just mentioned it casually." It's just normal social language, she didn't take it seriously, you are so serious, you have fallen behind, Mr. Zhong. ”

*

On the eve of Meng Jia's departure to Beijing, Zhang's mother was in her room, facing three or four large suitcases, and ordered them for most of the night, from the admission notice, passport and ID card, to the thin blanket she often covered.

Huang Wumei is old, she can't bend down, and she is only responsible for moving her mouth.

"In the dormitory, have a good relationship with your roommates, let you take a step, don't quarrel with people."

"You can't relax in your studies, don't be wild, don't think that the emperor is far away, and grandma can't control you."

"And the most important thing, if you are small, your body will be weak, don't be greedy for cold and windy, Ming?"

Huang Wumei said these words many times, Meng Jia memorized them, she sat at the round table with her head propped up, bored and pulled the tassels to relieve her boredom, and said that she knew.

On the yellow rosewood desktop, her mobile phone is vibrating, and the caller ID is Mr. Zhong.

"Hello."

Meng Jia's tone, through the distorted earpiece, did not lose much agility, and it was the same as when he had a long conversation in the temple that day.

He asked Zheng Ting to call her, and he leaned back on the curved sofa in the suite, crossed his legs, and smoked between his fingers.

Zheng Ting reported to his home, "It's me, Miss Meng, I'll pick you up at nine o'clock tomorrow morning." ”

Meng Jia was not surprised at all, "It's troublesome." ”

Looking at the posture of the stars and the moon during the day, he probably only needs to come in person to sleep. If Zhong Shushi wanted to, someone should also feed him rice.

What's the point of a secretary making a phone call? Maybe he doesn't even have the number.

After Meng Jia hung up, he immediately changed the remarks to - Secretary Zheng.

Huang Wumei asked, "Who is it?" ”

"Oh, Secretary Zheng who came that night said that he would pick me up early to take me to the airport."

Zhang's mother folded her clothes, "Secretary Zheng is the person next to Mr. Zhong and a close confidant of his old man." ”

Meng Jia couldn't help but be curious, "What does Mr. Zhong do?" ”

Looking at his elegance, he doesn't look like a rough businessman, but if he has another identity, he is inevitably too young.

Zhang's mother paused and thought for a moment, "It seems that he is the general manager of Symantec Group, and I have heard about it in the news." ”

She hasn't been back to Beijing for many years, but she occasionally keeps an eye on people.

Meng Jia picked up her mobile phone and typed in Symantec Group, and the entry that popped up surprised her, the complex and huge equity structure had a lot to say.

When she looked up, she saw her grandmother staring at her, and Meng Jia put it down as if nothing happened.

Huang Wumei asked Zhang's mother to close the suitcase, "It's almost, let's go, let her go to bed early." ”

In the guest house, Zheng Ting put his mobile phone on the coffee table and flipped through the documents of the past few days.

Zhong Shushi tilted his head, gathered the fire, and his fingertips were filled with white mist, "She cherishes words like gold." ”

It's like talking to yourself.

"Didn't you listen the whole time? Miss Meng said two sentences. ”

After Zheng Ting finished speaking, he sorted out the official document he had just instructed, "You have signed all of these, and I will directly issue them after returning to Beijing." ”

Zhong Shushi took a puff of cigarette, "You're old, do you need to ask more?" ”

"I just helped Dean Meng bring my daughter over, and when I got to school, the little girl read her books with peace of mind, and she might even forget what you look like."

Zheng Ting packed up the file bag, went around in a circle, and talked about Meng Jia again.

Zhong Shushi wore a poplin nightgown, with a slightly open neckline, and two strands of wet hair on his forehead that were eye-catching.

After a pause, he said, "That's fine." ”

On the desk, the red intercom phone rang.

Zheng Ting went to pick it up, and changed to an impartial tone to the outside world, "Hello, who is it?" ”

"It's me, Secretary Zheng, Xiao Wang, a few of us are waiting for Mr. Zhong downstairs, there are a few new bottles of good wine in the clubhouse, I want to invite Mr. Zhong to enjoy it."

The person who called was Wang Houlu, a local wealthy man, whose name was cheesy, but it did not delay people to earn a net worth of tens of billions.

In the past three or five days, he heard that Zhong Shushi was staying in the State Guest House, and he tried his best to ask someone to get to the hotel's internal line number, so he wanted the eldest son of the Zhong family to be his guest of honor.

People in the business field know this very well, and in the suburbs, open a private club with a luxury comparable to the Palace of Versailles, which is not profitable, and is used for self-promulgation.

The partner came, invited the person in, pointed to the photo on the wall, and mentioned it casually, oh, a while ago so-and-so went to Guangzhou, I received him, and took a photo by the way.

It can have the most shocking and invisible effect.

Zheng Ting glanced at Zhong Shushi and saw that he was just holding a cigarette and holding a book slowly.

He understood, his voice was loud and enthusiastic, but the meaning of refusal could not be ignored, "Thank you for bothering, I'm afraid it won't work tonight, there is a document waiting for Mr. Zhong to look at." ”

Wang Houlu expressed regret, "I took a bottle of red wine for Mr. Zhong, a little respect, is it convenient for the waiter to send it?" ”

"Mr. Chung doesn't drink alcohol at work."

"Okay, okay, then I won't bother."

Hung up the phone very interestingly.

As soon as he put away his mobile phone, he glanced at the light cast by the curtain in the suite, and muttered in a low voice, "I really don't want to invite this Buddha to anyone." ”

The people around him expected this result, "I told you earlier, this one is unkind." Mr. Zhong cherishes his wings, and he won't even taste a sip of tea, let alone wine. ”

Wang Houlu was bored, "He doesn't drink, let's go by ourselves." This anointed child, if you don't enjoy it in time when you're young, what can you do when you're old! ”

"Make it clear, it's not that people don't come to this set, they just don't take you."

"Mr. Wang, your weight is not enough to scale, understand?"

In the green royal garden, next to the two towering ancient banyan trees outside the Baiyun Tower, there was a burst of laughter.

Zheng Ting hung up the phone and walked back to the sofa, "These people are really indomitable, and they can think of any way to stammer." ”

Zhong Shushi didn't raise his eyelids, "They don't rush at me, it's the old man who has a big name." ”

Zheng Ting smiled and said, "The old man is old after all. Your father is not so easy to see, so he has to follow you closely. ”

He waited for Zhong Shushi's next words.

Who knew that he was absent-minded, and the book was thrown on the table before a few pages had been turned, and half of the cigarette burned to the end between his fingers, and was snuffed out in a daze.

Zhong Shushi got up and walked to the bedroom of the suite without saying a word.

Zheng Ting waited for him to fall asleep before dimming the white light strip in the suite, and he was silent for a while, wondering which sentence was not right.