Chapter 972

The night of the confession

Fu Qinyuan seldom got a good sleep, but Jing Xingyao stayed up all night. She fell asleep at more than four o'clock in the morning. Almost as soon as she closed her eyes, the alarm clock started to vibrate. She was supposed to get up at seven and go to the pear garden at eight. As a result, it was already eight o'clock when she got up, so she didn't plan to go in the morning.

As she brushes her teeth and washes her teeth, she scolds Fu Qinyuan secretly, which makes her life a mess.

She was still in a state of agitation at the thought of what he said last night.

It's killing people.

She looked in the mirror, looked at the dark circles under her eyes, put on an eye mask and went downstairs to have breakfast.

As soon as I went downstairs, I saw that Fu Qinyuan was sitting in the living room of her home. He fell on her white eye mask and gave her a smile.

"Good morning."

Someone is fresh and obviously has a good sleep.

Brain crash, bleary for a moment, then forced calm said, "morning..."

"Aunt Liu has gone to the store. Uncle Liu is changing clothes upstairs. You should have breakfast first." That familiar tone, if not for jingxingyao firmly believe that this is her home, all doubt that they wake up, step on the wrong time and space, go to the wrong set.

In broad daylight, I really can't talk about people casually. I'm afraid of what I'm afraid.

She had to pretend to be calm and walk past him as if nothing had happened.

Jing Xingyao goes to the kitchen to get breakfast. Fu Qin helps her pour a cup of soybean milk.

"Didn't sleep well last night?" His voice was very low. In the distance, several Beijing family members only saw his lips moving, but they couldn't hear the conversation.

"Very good." Beijing Star remote urn sound said.

"Paste this..." he pointed to his eyeground, "not to dilute the dark circles?"

Jing Xingyao almost forgot that she went downstairs with an eye mask on her face. No one came home so early. It doesn't matter what state she was in at home. She quickly raised her hand and pulled the eye mask, but she heard someone's laughter coming from her head.

Deep and cheerful.

"Did you miss me all night last night? I didn't sleep well. "

She really wanted to pour soy milk on his face.

Why she didn't sleep well, didn't he know? I have to ask.

"What are you doing at my house in the morning?" Jing Xingyao is pressing his voice. He is so bold.

At this time, jinghanchuan's voice came from upstairs, "Qinyuan, let's go."

"Dad." Jing Xingyao greets him.

"I'll go to the flower and bird market with Qinyuan. If you don't go to work, remember to feed the fish later."

Huh?

Jingxingyao frowns. What do you mean?

You're not looking for her?

There was something unspeakable in my heart. I was nervous just now. I thought she was looking for me. As a result

It's for his dad!

After Fu Qinyuan left with jinghanchuan, jingxingyao soon received a short message:

I thought you were going to pear garden in the morning, so I wanted to come and see you earlier. If you don't go out all day, leave me the afternoon

Jingxingyao bit his lip: "I'm going down to work."

I'll wait for your reply

At this time, her heart was in a mess. She only said that she had drunk too much last night and had a headache. She refused him first.

*

Fu Qinyuan didn't show any urgency. He just accompanied Jing Hanchuan to the flower and bird market, bought two pots of flowers, and bought some ornamental fish by the way.

"When did you like fish farming?"

Knowing that he had just returned from a business trip, Jing Hanchuan said that he wanted to accompany him to the flower and bird market. He was quite surprised.

"I think the office is a little stuffy. If I want to get angry, I won't choose it myself. Sixth uncle is more professional."

If Fu Shen saw him like this, he would break his glasses.

After buying the fish, Fu Qinyuan went home directly. As long as he could arouse the behavior of Jing Hanchuan, he didn't do anything. He avoided it cleanly and neatly.

When Jing Xingyao learned that he had bought a fish, he went back. He could only sigh that someone disguised himself too well.

Later, she received a phone call, there was a takeout, she inexplicably signed, only to see the takeout to send some sobering pain medicine.

"We have medicine in our family. Would you like to order take out specially?" Jing Hanchuan looked at him casually, "did you drink a lot of wine last night? Headache? "

"Just a little uncomfortable." She is holding two boxes of medicine. She is just a pretext to cheat him. How can that person take it seriously? It's just that some people put her casual words in their heart like this. She can't leave her heart untouched.

Soon she received two messages on her cell phone.

Remember to take medicine when you have a headache

I missed you all night last night. Maybe I dreamt about you, so I slept better

Jing Xingyao pursed her lips and edited a long string of messages, trying to explain their relationship with him and keep a distance for a while. However, after thinking about it for a long time, the last text message sent out was just two words: [thank you]

**

In the next few days, when there was a typhoon, we didn't go out, and universities in Beijing stopped classes for several days.

Beijing's pond overflows and the water fades down. The shore is full of fish and shrimps. The Beijing family has been busy for a while.

Fu Chen and Song Feng's journey was also delayed by the typhoon. They came back two days late. All departments were cleaning up the roadblocks urgently. The car stopped and went on the road. Finally, they made a detour home.

"This typhoon is really big. It's said that there are many casualties. It's estimated that the situation in the mountains is even worse. How did Qinyuan get into the mountains today?"

Although it has cleared up, the roads are slippery and the roadblocks have not been cleared. It is not wise to enter the mountain.

"Huaisheng is back. I can't wait to see him." Fu Chen chuckled, "the road into the mountain was repaired a few years ago. It should be OK."

"Well." Song Fengwan nodded.

At this time, Fu Qinyuan drove to the middle of the mountain. He looked at the person beside him and stared at her white canvas shoes. "If you want to go on the mountain road, are your shoes really OK? It's going to get dirty. "

Although it is a road with stone green brick steps, it is hard to avoid mud and moss.

"I went out in such a hurry that I just wanted to climb the mountain. I chose a pair of comfortable shoes and forgot to wear a pair of black ones." Fu Yu untied his seat belt, took the camera from the back, and followed Fu Qinyuan into the mountain.

Fu Sinian and Yu Manxi are not believers in Buddhism. She seldom comes to the mountains to pray for Buddha. She just doesn't know what to write recently. She knows that Fu Qinyuan was going to come to the mountains, and the Tzu Chi temple is the most popular temple in the capital. So she comes to seek inspiration.

"We're going to have dinner together tonight. Are you coming?" Fu Qinyuan looked at the person who was holding the camera at his side, looking for an angle to take a picture.

He said that eating together was with his parents and Huaisheng.

"Whatever." She answered casually.

Fu Yu's impression of Huaisheng still lingers many years ago. His mother said that he played together when he was a child. Huaisheng was many years older than him. When he went to high school, he was nervous about his schoolwork, so he seldom met. After that, he went to other places to study in University, and then they went on their own business. The last time we met, we might have been at Fu Chen's home three or four years ago.

I'm not very impressed with him. They don't seem to have said a few words.

Xu was washed away by the rain, and the red painted and gold painted gate of the temple was more colorful. Fu Yu held up his camera and took two pictures. He looked up at the temple carefully, and the end of the long steps seemed to follow the light of the sky

After the rain, the sun shrouded the Tzu Chi temple, a few big words of lacquer gold more eye-catching.

Red tiles on the eaves, and then the horizon, it seems that there are still bells ringing far away. When the two people go up the mountain, there is already a Sami smiling to receive them.

"You are the first group of pilgrims today."

Just after the typhoon, the temple is also a mess, that is, under the old trees with red silk hanging, there are all the lucky cards that have been blown off.

"Just now elder martial brother Huaisheng knew that you were coming. Let's go and sweep the mountain road. It's going well all the way." The monk welcomed them in with a smile.

"Where is your elder martial brother?"

"In the back hall, I'm talking with some elder martial brothers about Sutra generals. We'll come out and sweep the yard."

"Thank you."

Fu Qinyuan walked directly to the back of the main hall. Instead of following him, Fu Yu carried her camera across the gate of the mountain and passed the Tianwang hall. Naturally, she couldn't take pictures inside. She knelt on the futon and kowtowed a few heads. She walked very slowly.

When she got to the rear hall, she saw Fu Qinyuan sitting side by side with a man from a distance.

After a long distance, it was not how good-looking they were to make her notice, but that they were the only two with hair among a group of bald monks.

The man was dressed differently from other people, just like the people at the foot of the mountain. He was dressed in white and black trousers, sitting on his knees on the futon, with a few books on hand. He thought it was a kind of Buddhist Scripture.

She had seen a lot in Yunjin capital before, but she didn't believe in Buddhism. In her eyes, this kind of thing was the same as Tianshu.

From a distance, you can smell the smell of sandalwood from the inner room. The people inside are talking. Fu Yu stands outside the hall and does not go in. He looks down at his shoes

Too dirty to step in.

She stared at several people in the hall, ordinary people, if not in the temple, it is difficult to contact the monk. She must be curious, and her eyes fell on the man beside Fu Qinyuan.

With his eyebrows and eyes down, he may be burning incense in the room, lingering on him with a sense of holiness. His whole body is calm and quiet, without the impetuousness of modern people.

Xu noticed her look, and he gave her a sidelong look.

If a person becomes a Buddha, he will be peaceful. But to outsiders, his eyes are not only quiet, but also indifferent and calm, which makes people feel very difficult to get close to.

Voyeurism was caught, Fu Yu is also very calm to smile and nod at him, is to say hello.

Fu Qinyuan was surprised. She was the only one who could be so calm when she was caught peeping.

"She's Fu Yu." Fu Qinyuan looked at the man beside him.

"I remember her." Huaisheng just laughed, "she has changed a lot compared with when she was a child."

Huaisheng is sensible early and has a long memory. When he was in primary school, he also saved money to buy her toys and snacks. As time flies, it seems that things have changed.

"She hasn't changed." Fu Qinyuan was light.

From small to large, his character is as strong and indifferent as ever, and he has no good face for his uncle.

Fu Qinyuan tried to imitate Fu Shen. For example, his cousin Fu Yuxiu was quite afraid of him. Even Fu Sinian was polite to him.

He felt that he was an uncle, and he should have airs.

However, after several attempts, he found that his father's path was not suitable for him. In front of Fu Yu, he was better to be a kind uncle.

"It's different. It was lovely when I was a child." Huaisheng said, "get up and go out."

Fu Qinyuan followed him out of the hall

Fu used to describe Fu Yu as a wild wind on the plateau. If he didn't stop by himself, no one could catch him.

lovely?

Fu Qinyuan felt that they didn't know one person.

……

Fu Yu casually took photos. She accidentally took photos of Fu Qinyuan and Huaisheng. She pressed the button on the camera and looked at several photos.

It's said that he was determined to become a monk and Abbot since he was a child?

She has seen TV dramas in which the abbots are old people with white hair. How old is he? If he is lucky, he is in good health. When he is old enough to be the abbot for several years, he has a belch. What is the picture?

Huaisheng went back to his room and collected his things. They were all small gifts for Fu Chen and others. At this time, the temple was fragrant and the place he lived was not as shabby and modern as before.

After taking the last few photos, Fu Yu arrived at Fu Qinyuan and showed him some photos.

"This is a good one." Fu Qinyuan pointed to one of them and said.

"Well, does he really want to become a monk?"

In the past, Huaisheng often went to Fu Sinian's home, but later, because of his heavy academic work, he went less and grew older. Only then did he know what kind of existence Fu's family was. For him, in fact, they were not people of the same world. Everyone was proud and didn't want to be said to be attached.

Naturally, there was less contact. It was the Fu Chen family that kept in touch with him all the time.

Because Fu Chen believed in Buddhism and could not avoid it.

"Well, I've been determined since I was a child." Fu Qinyuan nodded.

"What do you think? There are so many delicious and interesting things out there. Do you have to stay here? " Fu Yu is an atheist and does not believe in Buddhism. Naturally, he does not understand his behavior very well.

Fu Qinyuan didn't say a word, but thought in his heart:

Falling in love is so fun. Why don't you choose not to marry?

For him, one of them is determined to become a monk, and the other is clamoring not to marry. No one is qualified to comment on the other.