Until she got off the bus, Shen Tingci felt that she could not get out of the emotion just now.
The young man's sudden approach and the vague scent of pine wood on his body seemed to be lingering on the tip of her nose until now.
The incense of Heian Temple is flourishing.
When you get off the bus, you can see the white smoke curling up from the mountain tops in the distance.
Shen Tingci opened the car door, and Song Yanci stretched out his hand towards her.
She glanced at it, then put her hand up and used his strength to get out of the car.
"Why don't you wear a mask?" Shen Tingci looked at Song Yanci's face, which could have been put on the spot, and said something disgusting, then turned around and took out the mask and hat in the car, thinking about them all Stuffed into his arms.
Song Yanci looked at Shen Tingci, who was barely wrapped up into a mummy, and said, "Because I don't think anyone will pay attention to me."
Shen Tingci said: "Then you may have underestimated my flow rate."
While speaking, Shen Tingci also deliberately took off his sunglasses, revealing his eyes full of aura.
She smiled with squinted eyes, and the corners of her brows and eyes seemed to be dyed with a layer of spring.
Song Yanci suddenly burst into laughter.
Under Shen Tingci's gaze, he put on his hat and mask layer by layer.
Ping'an Temple is located on a green hill on the outskirts of Shanghai.
Fortunately, the mountain was not too high and the road was relatively flat. Otherwise, Shen Tingci felt that she would not be able to climb it with her current body.
After going up, you can see people who come to burn incense and worship Buddha crowded at the door.
Wisps of white smoke rise from the temple.
Shen Tingci didn't actually believe this, so after entering the temple with Song Yanci, she separated from Song Yanci and walked around the temple by herself.
The temple is close to the green mountains, and the scenery in many places is excellent.
But Shen Tingci's favorite place is the long corridor built on the green lake behind the temple.
The promenade extends from the lake to a small courtyard at the back of the mountain.
A piece of sweet-scented osmanthus stretches out from the white wall of the small courtyard, and the delicate fragrance blows in the wind.
Shen Tingci took out her mobile phone and was about to freeze the autumn atmosphere when she suddenly heard a slight footsteps coming from behind.
She put away her phone and turned around.
But she saw a monk wearing coarse clothes and a string of Buddhist beads standing behind her with a smile: "Guest, do you need a fortune teller?"
"Thank you, I don't believe this." Shen Tingci nodded slightly and was about to leave, but unexpectedly the monk's voice sounded again.
"Does the donor not believe in my ability, or does he not dare to believe in my ability?"
Hearing this, Shen Tingci suddenly stopped. She stared at the handsome but not very old monk in front of her. After thinking for a moment, she handed over her hand: "Since the master is so sure, let me take a look. It’s not impossible.”
Unexpectedly, the monk just held the Buddhist beads in his hand, smiled, and then said: "Don't look at it, I just want to give the donor a few words."
"What?"
"Does the donor know the phoenix?"
Shen Tingci became more and more confused as she listened: "What Phoenix?"
"Our Buddhists have a word called: Phoenix Nirvana. Since the donor can be reborn, there is no need to be bound by the previous obsessions." After the young monk finished speaking, he pronounced the Buddha's name, turned around and left.
Shen Tingci, who stayed in the same place, didn't know what he was feeling. After hearing the words "Phoenix Nirvana", he felt cold all over, as if his limbs were frozen, and even his throat was tightly squeezed by something. Contain it and prevent her from making any sound.
It wasn't until the monk walked away that Shen Tingci felt a ray of heat under the warm sun, dispelling the original coldness.
"Corcelain." After Song Yanci finished burning the incense, he looked for her from the front hall and saw her standing uneasily under an osmanthus tree. All the scenery behind her seemed to be her foil. He can only pretend to be her.
After hearing Song Yanci's voice, Shen Tingci, who had seemed to be imprisoned in a world, finally came back to his senses.
"Why did you come here?"
"Of course I'm here to find you."
As Song Yanci spoke, he naturally held Shen Tingci's sweating hand. He turned his head and looked at her, "Are you feeling uncomfortable?"
"No." Shen Tingci shook his head first, then as if he remembered something, he turned to look at Song Yanci, "Tell me, are there really any capable people in this world? They can see through you... "
Halfway through, Shen Tingci felt like she was talking nonsense. She shut her mouth immediately and took a deep breath: "I must have read too many miscellaneous things recently, so I would say such a thing."
Song Yanci held her hand and pulled her towards him: "The world is so big that many things cannot be explained clearly, and there is no guarantee that there are not these capable people and strangers in this world."
"Okay, what are you thinking about all this for?"
Shen Tingci shook his head: "I just met a monk who was a bit talkative."
"That's it." Song Yanci didn't ask, but took her to donate money, and then asked for a red rope to keep her safe. Then she lowered her head and patiently tied the red rope he asked for around her body. on the wrist.
"It will keep you safe." Song Yanci said.
*
It's night.
When Shen Tingci had just finished eating the fruit and was about to go back to the room, she didn't expect Song Yanci to follow her.
She looked up in surprise at the person following her like a tail, and couldn't help but look at the two people below.
Father Shen and Mother Shen were sitting next to each other and talking affectionately, obviously turning a blind eye to Song Yanci's behavior.
Shen Tingci pursed her lips helplessly and took him to the study.
Her study room is not small. In the past, Song Yanci would always hang out in front of her, so both the study room of the Shen family and the study room of the Song family were made into double study rooms.
Song Yanci smiled the moment he walked into the study: "It seems you know me very well."
When Shen Tingci heard this, she couldn't help but look at the notebook in his hand and said, "I'm not blind."
"Why are you staying here when you are so busy? My sister has gone back."
"It's not the institute's business that she goes back." Song Yan said.
"You understand clearly." Shen Tingci didn't know why her words were so sour. She was wrapped in a small quilt and lying on the lounge chair. As soon as she lay down, she remembered what the monk said to her during the day.
She doesn't want to be bound by obsession, but is it possible?
Shen Tingci turned on her phone and logged into the Internet with ease. Before she could start browsing today's news, she heard Song Yanci say: "Don't you have Pei Langhua's WeChat account? Didn't you see his circle of friends?"
Yes yes there is.
However, people like Pei Langhua were assigned to their work accounts by her, and the phone had been with Chen Sui during this period, so she really didn't know.
"No." Shen Tingci didn't know why she felt guilty. Instead, when she answered, she did not seem confident, "That phone is not with me."
Hearing this, Song Yanci immediately looked at Shen Tingci, with a hint of smile in his voice: "What about Meng Li and Zhuang Qingqing? Which WeChat ID did you put them on?"
"Work number."
Finally getting the answer he wanted, the moment the words rang out, Song Yanci's eyebrows relaxed and he smiled, as if the ice and snow were melting.