Back home, Ma Xiaolan was sitting at the counter, playing with the computer. There was no expression on her face, neither happy nor angry, nor worried nor bitter.
When I got in front of Ma Xiaolan, I realized that she seemed to be thinking about something in a daze, holding the mouse in her hand and moving unconsciously, but her eyes were empty, and she didn't even notice that I was approaching.
Xiumei sighed slightly, Ma Xiaolan lowered her eyes and pursed her lips tightly.
I slowly approached Ma Xiaolan, and I probably knew what Ma Xiaolan was worried about. Sure enough, I had already guessed that she couldn't ignore it, and she still had delusions in her heart, but it was a delusion after all.
"Are you back?" Ma Xiaolan saw me approaching and was startled by the sound of the wheelchair. She raised her head and smiled softly.
"Yeah." I nodded.
After looking at Ma Xiaolan for a few times, I decided to ask her. If she really couldn't let go, I could only accompany her this time.
"That person just now——"
Before I even started speaking, Ma Xiaolan interrupted me, "I'm going to cook. It's noon and it's time to eat. Let's talk about this after dinner."
I thought about it. It was noon and it was time to eat. I was a little hungry, so I nodded and agreed, "Should I cook today?"
"Let me do it." Ma Xiaolan said, "Just look at the store, I'm very quick."
Ma Xiaolan went upstairs to cook, and I sat at the counter. I opened the mailbox in the store and looked at it. There were several transactions from H City. Ma Xiaolan opened them and looked at them, but rejected them all. She was probably afraid that I would disagree.
Rejected.
In the past few days, I mostly went to Jinxi Building and antique stores. I didn’t pay much attention to the business in my store. Ma Xiaolan was always doing it. When I was there, the two of us went to work together. When I was away, Ma Xiaolan was more
It's up to one person to solve it.
The business of the Exorcism Pavilion has been pretty good recently. It's probably because something happened in H City, which has affected this area to a greater or lesser extent. It seems that the situation there is bound to spread. I think I'll have to go there after all.
Yes, but I am extremely reluctant to go at this time.
The New Year is approaching, and the New Year will be celebrated in a month. When other people’s families are reunited and the whole family is celebrating, I really don’t want to be in danger with Ma Xiaolan. Besides, this is the first New Year that Ma Xiaolan and I have spent together.
I really don’t want to be unable to spend the first year together.
It has only been more than half a year since I met Ma Xiaolan. Although I often feel as if I have known each other for a thousand years because of the many things I have experienced in the meantime, I still don’t want to, and I can’t live well even for years. If I go, I think it will be terrible.
It's a mixed blessing. I can't guarantee that we can come back alive. I'm just afraid that before we even spend a year together, we will be separated forever, or in other words, we will go to the underworld together.
Just as I was deep in thought, a person walked in at the door.
He was a monk, wearing yellow coarse linen clothes, holding a string of rosary beads in his hand, and chanting something in his mouth.
Monks are rare in L City. There are basically no temples here. I have never seen a monk dressed like this. I have never interacted with a monk. I don't know if this monk came here to beg for alms or what he was doing.
The monk looked around my whole room, then walked in with small steps, walked slowly to my counter, looked at me for a few times and asked: "Is the donor Long Zuimeng, Mr. Long?
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"It's me." I took a look at the monk. He was a very ordinary old monk, about sixty or seventy years old. The beads in his hand were spinning constantly. I asked, "Master, what's the matter?"
The monk did not speak, but looked around a few more times, and then asked me for a cup of tea. I picked up the kettle next to me, brewed a cup for the monk, handed it to the monk, and then motioned to the monk that he could come to me next to me.
Sit on the sofa where guests are entertained.
The monk was not polite. After picking up the tea cup, he walked back to the sofa and sat on it.
Looking at the monk's appearance, he seemed to have a lot to say. I was not in a hurry and took a look at the monk. The monk's face was full of righteousness. He didn't seem to be the kind of monk who followed crooked ways, nor did he look like a liar.
This is the first time a monk like this has come to my shop. He is considered a rare customer among rare customers.
My instinct when looking at people makes me feel that this monk is not an ordinary person, but there is nothing special about him.
The monk slowly drank several sips of tea before he slightly raised his head and looked at me. He generously looked at me from head to toe. After seeing my legs and the wheelchair, he now stayed on my lower body for a long time.
"It seems that the rumors are true." The monk said after a long time.
"What?" I asked.
"About your legs," the monk said.
"Haha, it's true. I'm wearing a lot of clothes outside, and my legs are making a fuss." I asked.
"It's not an uproar, but everyone who knows Long Zuimeng knows that Long Zuimeng's legs can no longer stand up. What do you think?" the old man asked.
"What do you think? What do you think?" How do I feel about the rumors, and how do I feel about my inability to stand up? I haven't thought about this much.
"If you can't stand up again, wouldn't Mr. Long feel very angry? Wouldn't he be hostile to the world?" the monk asked.
"Master is joking, even if I can't stand up, why should I hate the world? What makes me like this is just my own merit and destiny. I can't blame others. Master, you can rest assured that Long Zuimeng is not casual.
People who harm mankind." I think this monk may have thought that I was going to destroy the world or something.
The monk smiled and said, "They say Mr. Long has a kind heart. How could I think that Mr. Long is harming mankind? I just want to ask, has Mr. Long ever thought that his legs might not be able to stand up in this life?"
"I have really thought about this. Even if I think about it, I can't stand up anymore. I don't know how long this life will last. But I don't think I will last long in this life. I am a very unlucky person."
I said with a wry smile.
"That's wrong, Mr. Long is very tough. Otherwise, how could he survive to this day!" said the monk.
"Haha, just think of it as my fate. Now I just muddle along and don't think about so many things." I said. I didn't understand what this monk meant. He came to me to chat when he was bored. It's not like that. I
I don’t believe there are such idle people in this world.
The monk was silent for a moment and then said, "Mr. Long, what do you think about the things in H City?"
I suddenly raised my head and looked at the old monk. Why did the monk even mention the matter of City H to me? Did the National Security Bureau find this monk to lobby?
I looked at the monk and said seriously: "I don't want to talk about things in H City now. If Master wants to talk about H City, or wants me to go to H City, there is no need to say more. I will
You will decide for yourself, but not now."
The monk looked at me for several times, hesitated to speak, and finally asked: "Can I ask, what are Mr. Long's plans? To go or not to go? Don't you have some ideas in your mind? I think Mr. Long has already thought about it in his heart."
Have you made a decision?"
I sighed silently. In fact, I had a premonition about this from the beginning. I was always going to go. What I want to do now is just to postpone the time. I really want to have a good time with Ma Xiaolan.
One year.
I can't do anything without caring about everyone's life and death. Even if I really don't care about anything, if things get too big, I will still be the one to regret it.
If Ma Xiaolan and I can be sacrificed to save the world, I will take Ma Xiaolan with me even if I am reluctant.
This kind of heart depends on your sense of responsibility and compassion. I never think that I am a kind person, but I always have a compassionate heart to a greater or lesser extent.
In the beginning, human beings are inherently kind, and kindness is always hidden in the deepest part of the human soul.
Just when my mind was spinning a thousand times, the monk smiled with satisfaction and nodded and said, "It seems that you have really made a decision. That's good. I'll leave first, old monk."
I looked up at the monk, but I didn't know who he was.
I looked at the monk who seemed to be leaving and asked, "I wonder who the master is?"
"The old monk's name is not worth mentioning. The old monk was just entrusted by someone to find out the truth. Now that I know Mr. Long's thoughts, the old monk has nothing to ask. We will naturally meet again when the time comes. Good people should be
If there is good reward, I believe that one day, the old gentleman will definitely have a good life."
"Haha, I can't say for sure. Master, walk slowly and I will see you off not far away," I said.
"No need to send it away, no need to send it away." The old monk muttered, and he had already left the door.
I still don’t know where the old monk comes from, but I know that I will meet him one day. Judging from the appearance of this old monk, he is not a simple person. He is probably someone who has been absorbed by the National Security Bureau.
Ma Xiaolan made lunch early very quickly. I couldn't go upstairs, so I brought everything down and ate it.
Looking at Ma Xiaolan's appearance, I always feel that she has worked hard for her. If my legs were okay, I could take care of everything on my own, but it's a pity that my legs are not strong enough now.
Ma Xiaolan understood what I was thinking, and while placing the dishes and chopsticks, she told me: "I'm not hard at all. I like to do these things. I didn't have the chance to do them before. I spent the whole day fighting and killing. Now
I feel very satisfied that I can finally do what a housewife should do. Taking care of you is also my biggest wish in this life."
I knew what Ma Xiaolan was telling the truth, but just hearing what she said made me feel sad. Ma Xiaolan had a hard time in the past. She had no parents since she was a child. She relied on the exorcism book passed down by her family to get to where she is today.
It is really not easy to sit in such a position in the National Security Bureau.
Even for a man to do so many things, it is not easy, not to mention that Ma Xiaolan is only a woman.
I looked at Ma Xiaolan in front of me with distress. Such a beautiful woman had lived a life of licking blood on the tip of a knife.