He said softly: "That day I made a wish to the Buddha, now is the time to fulfill my wish!"
Wen Man didn't know what to say for a moment.
At this time, Huo Zhendong came over.
He said to his son: "It's time to start!"
Huo Shaoting asked Wen Man to sit aside, and he followed Huo Zhendong over. The men, women, old and young in the Huo family were all in a crowd, kneeling three times and bowing nine times under the instructions of the host.
Especially Huo Shaoting.
He is an elite who has received Western education. At this time, he worships the Huo family incense with great solemnity.
He also gave the longevity lock given by Gu Changqing the sesame oil.
Master Qingshui placed his hand in front of the ancient Buddha lamp, looked at it quietly for a moment, and whispered: "If there is a trace of the soul of Donor Gu in this world, it is time to go home with peace of mind!"
Huo Shaoting clasped his hands together.
At this time, he was not jealous of Gu Changqing at all, only sincere wishes.
…
When it ended, it was already four o'clock in the afternoon.
Huo Shaoting took Wen Man to meet Master Qingshui alone.
Simple Zen room.
Master Qingshui's eyes were clear and he looked at Wen Man and her bulging belly: "Very good!"
Wen Man smiled slightly.
In private, Master Qingshui is very easy-going and informal in his speech.
He said with a smile: "I have seen everything in the world, but I have rarely seen a man as persistent as Donor Huo. Perhaps Donor Huo moved God that night!"
He didn't say much else and just asked me to drink tea.
The young apprentice serves tea.
Master Qingshui said: "This is made from the snow water on the pine branches. It is called Snow Top Containing Green. Try it."
Huo Shaoting tasted it briefly and thought it was good.
Master Qingshui sat cross-legged, looking at the sunset hanging over the mountains through the paper window edges.
"As the sun sets over the western mountains, the dusk is also so beautiful."
Huo Shaoting agreed.
Master Qingshui smiled slightly and made a gesture: "Donor Huo, please come back!"
Huo Shaoting helped Wen Man stand up.
He bent slightly and said, "I'm disturbing the master's Qing Cultivation."
Master Qingshui did not speak.
Huo Shaoting couldn't talk anymore, so he left with Wen Man. When he walked out, the setting sun was like fire, burning the red clouds in the sky red...
Inside the Zen room.
Master Qingshui's whole body did not move, only his face showed some expression.
The young disciple fell to the ground and cried: "Master, why do you have to change your destiny against heaven?"
"Get up!"
The little disciple couldn't stand up and still cried.
Master Qingshui stared at the setting sun with his eyes, and he said slowly: "Life is inherently dependent on origin and destiny! My earthly destiny is not pure, so it is reasonable to have such a situation! Huiming... you know, when I see Donor Huo, I feel like I am seeing my younger self,
It's just that I'm hiding here because of love, and I'm no better than the donor Huo."
There was a trace of relief on the master's face.
He is not helping the donor Huo, he is just seeking relief!
The ancient temple bells are ringing!
It's melodious and far-reaching, it's the passing of a virtuous person!
The Huo family was heading down the mountain when they heard a sound...
Huo Zhendong and Huo Shaoting looked at each other and guessed the reason. They rushed back to the temple, and the young disciple conveyed the last words to Master Qingshui.
"The master said that he wanted to thank the donor Huo."
The Huo family was slightly startled.
…
When I got home, my mood was still damp.
Huo Shaoting smoked in the study.
Wen Man knew that he was in a bad mood, so she specially made his favorite food and brought it over.
The cigarette was taken away by her.
Huo Shaoting slowly raised his eyes, stared at her and said in a low voice: "Master, I'm afraid I might have guessed the ending before I helped me."
Wen Man felt sad too.
She walked over and gently held Huo Shaoting in her arms.
He was rarely this fragile, and he was not used to showing weakness in front of his wife, but today was an exception.
"Shao Ting."
Wen Man said in a low voice: "I guess the master has a hurdle that he can't overcome, which has been accumulated for many years. Others are in the Buddhist temple but their hearts are in Taoyuan. In fact, they are trapped."
She choked up a little: "Presumably, Master also had a beloved girl when he was young."
Huo Shaoting hugged her waist.
Wen Man held his handsome face and kissed him: "Shao Ting, I feel as uncomfortable as you! But the meaning of our lives should be to live a better life, otherwise we will not live up to the master's wishes?"
Huo Shaoting murmured: "In the past, I didn't know you could comfort people like this! Teacher Wen kept doing the same thing, I looked down on you!"
Wen Man touched his warm neck and said gently: "Eat something, you haven't eaten anything all day! Also, does your leg hurt?"
Huo Shaoting shook his head.
He said it didn't hurt.
But Wen Man knew that the root of the disease in his legs was more or less caused by the snowy night last time.
She wanted to rub him.
Huo Shaoting refused. He looked at Wen Man and said, "I was very bad in the past, which made you unable to be a pianist anymore. Now I also have problems with my legs. Just think of it as compensation from me."
Wen Man was a little angry.
He never cared about his leg injury. Is that what he thought?
"Huo Shaoting, I don't want compensation like this! You are my husband and the father of four children. If there is something wrong with your legs, why are you holding me and the children?"
Huo Shaoting looked deeply.
Wen Man lay on his lap and murmured softly: "I really don't want such compensation! Apart from feeling sorry for your leg, what else can I get? Huo Shaoting, this is not how you play tricks!"
Huo Shaoting spoke, his voice completely hoarse.
He whispered: "Wen Man, I'm afraid you'll be unhappy."
He recovered his memory. He was not sure that their feelings in Wen Man's heart were still the same as before, so he... was using a trick, but Wen Man saw through it easily.
"Mrs. Huo, you are too smart."
Wen Man didn't say much.
She just leaned against him gently and murmured: "Huo Shaoting, I hope that when we grow old, we won't have the same regrets as Master Qingshui! Every year, every month, every day, as long as we love each other, we can express it properly."
Huo Shaoting was somewhat moved.
He said yes.
Wen Man asked him to finish his midnight snack and then prepared to give him a hot compress.
Huo Shaoting originally wanted to joke with her, but the passing of Master Qingshui always weighed heavily on his heart. In the end, he smiled faintly...
Late at night, when Wen Man fell asleep.
Huo Shaoting took out a photo from the drawer.
She looks like Wen Man, but she's not.
That girl was from many years ago. She was very bright and beautiful. Upon closer inspection, she was clearly the old lady Lu from City C.
Mother of Lu Qian and Lu Xiaoman.
Under the dim yellow light, Huo Shaoting looked at the photo for a long time and turned it over.
There is a line of small words on it.
A beautiful woman is like a dream, you can make money.
That night, Master Qingshui agreed to help, but also asked Huo Shaoting to do a favor.
He asked Huo Shaoting to return the photo to the man in City C. Master Qingshui also said that he had wronged someone before, and saving Wen Man now was just the karma of his youth...
Huo Shaoting thought it was time for him to go to City C.
He did not intend to let Wen Man know about this matter, just as Master Qingshui wished, let the past pass away.
Late at night, Huo Shaoting returned to the bedroom.
Wen Man did not fall asleep.
He walked to the bed and leaned over, kissing her forehead: "Why aren't you sleeping yet?"
Wen Man gently hugged his waist and murmured: "I'm afraid of Huo Shaoting. I'm afraid this is a dream! When I wake up, you won't be by my side."