Meng Chuan'er looked up and saw that it was Taotao's grandmother, she put Xiao Taotao into the fence, and Caicai waited for her favorite little friend to run happily.

Grandma Taotao covered Meng Chuan'er's head with her hand, her eyes were kind, in fact, Meng Chuan'er rarely had a fragile time, but now this time node is the moment when her heart is fully broken.

Looking at Taotao's grandmother's eyes looking at her, full of concern, she suddenly remembered her mother who was far away from home. "Wow" and cried.

She sat and hugged Taotao's grandmother's waist, buried her face in someone's down jacket and began to cry, crying and saying, "I don't want to be a human anymore...... It's hard to be a man...... I want to be a treasurer...... Money can be played every day...... I can't......

Shengji Pharmaceutical's project ...... It's been so long...... was robbed...... Wow...... Debtors are going to kill my big...... But I don't have a project...... Only...... There is no bonus...... No bonuses...... Big cats don't want to live anymore...... Wow......"

Poor Meng Chuan'er is covered in copper muscles and iron bones, but at this moment she is crying like a newborn baby.

The restless sleep on those bumpy trains, the red eyes that stayed up all night for the project, the opportunity to race against time but was almost robbed by Lord Yama, and the despair of seeing Yu Xiaoshan sleeping in the car and thinking he was dead......

Mixed with the throbbing when I first saw Xiaoshan, the heroism when I went to Afuhan, the shock when I heard him say "we will not get lost", and the scenes that hugged, kissed, and grinded their ears and temples......

These emotions filled Meng Chuan'er's limbs, making her just want to cry as if she wanted to vent, either silently crying, or crying until the kind of grievances that could be heard all over the world.

She spat out some words indistinctly, and Grandma Taotao was also so sour that this girl cried and thought of her daughter.

But in fact, she didn't hear Meng Chuan'er's miscellaneous narration clearly, she really said too many things, and she didn't talk about the cause and effect, and she was crying and talking, so she simply patted Meng Chuan'er's back like a child: "Good boy, I've worked hard for you, just cry out." ”

Gradually...... Meng Chuan'er quieted down, only the sound of bits and pieces of twitching remained, and Grandma Taotao took out a handkerchief - there are really too few people with handkerchiefs in this era, the handkerchief is very clean, and there is a small orchid embroidered on it with a soft fragrance.

Meng Chuan'er was embarrassed to have this handkerchief to wipe her nose, so she held it in her palm and said thank you. Grandma Taotao saw these small actions in her eyes and continued: "I'll take you to a place, I believe in Buddhism, but my daughter doesn't believe in it."

In order to be filial to me, she built a Buddhist hall behind the courtyard of her company, in which there is a monk named Mingjing, who often travels around, and comes to me every few years to make a fortune, and I am also happy to have an opportunity to offer the monk's treasure, and chatting with him may calm your mind. ”

Meng Chuan'er has liked to go to various temples since she was a child, you say she is religious, but she doesn't understand so much, she may simply like the calm and heavy sandalwood smell that is unique to temples.

The Buddha hall under the yellow tiles of Zhumen, the heroes of the world have to bow their heads and make incense when they come here.

This Buddhist hall is built in the courtyard at the end of the main building of the listed company, there is a pair of exquisite thangka embroidered with gold thread in the center, and the gold tin in the hands of the Jizo Bodhisattva and the pearl in the palm seem to shine on the world, solemn and kind, with low eyebrows, looking down on the world.

There are many bronze gilt statues of Bodhisattvas on the offering table below the thangka, each of which is lifelike, lifelike, and carved with all the grace of everyone. Meng Chuan'er basically didn't know him, so he knew Guanyin Bodhisattva holding a pure bottle in his hand and Manjushri Bodhisattva riding a lion.

The room is full of sandalwood, all kinds of ritual utensils are neatly and orderly placed on the super large offering table, and the whole room is covered with a huge carpet with dark red patterns, and the carpet is facing the two rows of futons on the offering table, which is more than enough for thirty people to sit.

In fact, what Meng Chuan'er was most surprised by was not this magnificent Buddhist hall, nor the thangka that was worth a lot of money at a glance, or these bronze gilt statues that seemed to have a sense of history.

But Taotao's grandmother took her into this courtyard, and she knew that she had come, this is the buyer of Shengji Medicine, Hengtang Medicine, which she and Zeng Tingting and Yu Chang traveled all over the country and finally returned to the doorstep!

That is, the father of Party A in the M&A project in Qian Yiming's hands now, is this a Jedi rebound that has fallen to the bottom? There is nowhere to find it when you step on the iron shoes, and it takes no effort to get it. The mountains and rivers are exhausted, and there is no way out, and the willows and flowers are bright and another village, comrades!!

At this moment, my mind is full of strings of words that I want to drag, and I want to highlight what I am thinking at this moment, but words cannot describe one or two of them.

Meng Chuan'er opened a pair of phoenix eyes, and the swollen corners of her eyes were not completely eliminated from crying: "Grandma Taotao, you ...... Is your daughter the chairman of Hengtang Pharmaceutical?"

"yes! Didn't I tell you?"

"You just said that your daughter is the chairman of a listed company, but you didn't say her name. ”

Grandma Taotao raised her eyebrows strangely: "Is there anything different?"

"Too ...... Hehe...... It's so different. "Just kidding, even if all the listed companies disappear now, leaving only one Hengtang Pharmaceutical, it is acceptable for the current Meng Chuan'er.

"You sit here now and wait for a cup of tea, and I'll call Master Mingjing over." ”

Meng Chuan'er's mood was as refreshing as the small bubbles that had just drunk Coke, and the haze of life seemed to have been torn open, grabbed the teacup on the table and drank it all in one go, and smacked his mouth secretly: How is this Pu'er a little familiar, déjà vu.

"Donor, it seems that you have a good relationship with the old monk. The sound was so magnetic that it was an exaggeration to say that the walls around it were resonating and trembling.

And this voice ...... It's been a long time...... Meng Chuan'er stood up in a trance, and when she saw the face of the eminent monk who came in, she trembled, she had seen this person once!

"Great monk, you and I have been here for ten years, except for the growth of your beard, your appearance has not changed......"

Meng Chuan'er wrote about this old monk in her "Smoke Flavor Love", ten years ago she was young and frivolous, and she didn't attend classes at all when she first studied in that broken college and was not admitted to Guangyuan.

ran outside to film and the host also went to Hzhou to break through the flower field, at that time, when the throbbing of youth had nowhere to put it, she was the same as Zeng Tingting, stupid, she was so sleepy that someone took her to Yanshou Temple, that is, the temple that had not been expanded at that time when the Ming Ming Tombs General Shinto went up.

said that a senior monk who had traveled here could tell her about her past and present lives, but Meng Chuan'er didn't believe it at all, how could she, a new socialist young man who grew up reading Marxism-Leninism, easily believe in the things that the gods and gods were talking about.

As a result, I met this great monk, and the great monk told her about cause and effect, fate, and the love of a bowl of water that must be repaid in that life and the resentment of almost losing a life.

But at that time, I never thought to ask for the monk's Dharma name, and I really never expected that there would be a chance to meet again ten years later.

At that time, Meng Chuan'er, who was entertained with Pu'er tea for 38 years, was just that the spring water of Yanshou Spring was clear, far from being the Pu'er that was brewed out of the living water. However, if it is still the tea of the year, it is now 48 years of Pu'er.

Who would have thought that life would be miserable and unpredictable, and at this corner where I almost couldn't get by, I would actually meet the old people in City C again.

Grandma Taotao said curiously: "Master Mingjing, do you know each other?"

The old monk laughed: "This donor was angry back then, I was afraid that she would turn into a demon, so I chatted with her, I haven't seen her for ten years, it seems that the donor has benefited a lot, and this body is a lot less angry." ”

Meng Chuan'er also smiled: "Well, the string of Buddhist beads you gave is still there, and I have been pulping it for a long time." ”

"The material of the beads is average, the spirituality is acceptable, and the donor also has some wisdom. ”

"Last time, I didn't improve much on Buddhism, but I often chanted the "Jizo Bodhisattva Sutra" and the "Diamond Sutra". ”

The old monk asked, "Which sentence does the donor feel most touched by reading the Diamond Sutra?"

"Diamond Sutra, broken illusion, if you see me with color, ask me with a voice, like a person who has fallen into the evil way, you can't see it as it comes. So when I see everything that is not the same, I see it as it is, but my dust is too heavy, and I am afraid that I only know that the truth will not be understood. ”

"Hahaha, the donor has really benefited, I saw that the donor was eager to slander the monk, but now this character has become softer, so why is it still a love word?"

Meng Chuan'er's heart trembled, the old monk was much more powerful than back then. did not hide it, and told the past with Yu Xiaoshan from beginning to end.

After talking for three hours, Taotao's grandmother shed tears for a while, was nervous and laughed for a while, and the old monk always closed his eyes and knocked on the wooden fish to recite the Jizo Bodhisattva Sutra.

The sound of the wooden fish knocked in the air, the scriptures were whispered, and Meng Chuan'er's voice echoed slightly in this empty Buddhist hall like a small hall, intertwined into a wonderful and unique combination.