time-limited addiction

Shen Jing didn't expect it.

The temple will be closed tomorrow.

She asked the abbot, who said that a big shot came to meditate and copy scriptures, so he would clean the temple and close the temple to welcome him.

What kind of big shot is this who despises her and other common people so much that he needs to close the temple?
Shen Jing paid for the accommodation, and she worshiped Buddha devoutly all day long. Based on this, the abbot would not give her a refund and let her leave. In terms of etiquette and Buddhism, it actually goes against the Buddha's original intention to accept all things.

Shen Jing didn't ask again. Since she was a big shot, she probably couldn't afford to offend him.

Since staying in the capital, she has understood the truth that the more low-key people are, the less likely they are to be provoked, as their status often scares people to death.

Sun Qiyan grabbed her wrist and led her back to the courtyard, "Okay, let's go back to the house."

Shen Jing let him lead her, and was more concerned about the specific days the temple would be closed. She wanted to eat cabbage-flavored dumplings tomorrow.

The next day.

The temple was empty except for the monks sweeping the floor, and there were no pilgrims burning incense.

As dusk fell, a red flag car stopped in front of the stone steps.

The door is open.

Zhou Lüchen opened the umbrella with one hand to cover the wind and snow above, and quickly stepped up the steps.

Zhuang Ming held his black suit in his hand, closed the car door, and followed Zhou Luchen.

He is not afraid of the cold and likes to be blown by the cold wind. Zhuang Ming does not let him wear clothes, which freezes him to wake up. What he has done in the past few days has not been human affairs.

Why was he scolded by the Zhou family and thrown here to worship Buddha?

The abbot who greeted him at the door often went to the Hutong compound to recite Buddhist scriptures. He met him every year and chatted with him familiarly.

"Mr. Zhou, the temple is ready, please come."

He nodded.

The abbot introduced the layout of the temple as he walked.

Passing by the incense cauldron in the courtyard, Zhou Lüchen gently raised his eyes and looked at the golden Maitreya Buddha.

The offerings here are different from those at Nanhuai Temple.

Abbot: "You live in the East Pavilion. There is a female benefactor who lives next door to you. She has come to pray for her family recently. She used to burn incense in the Yuanqing Hall and rarely goes out for a walk. She is a talkative person. She has been here for more than ten days and only talks to I said three words, I think she had something on her mind and just wanted to cultivate her mind in peace, so I wouldn’t disturb you, so I didn’t send her away, don’t you mind.”

Zhou Luchen slowly put away his umbrella and said, "It's okay."

Abbot Amitabha led Zhou Lüchen to the East Pavilion.

The noble son rebelled against the family rules, and the family was reluctant to let him endure hardship. They sent him a copy of the scriptures. Who knows whether the punishment was real or fake, but the noble son happily accepted it.

Zhuang Ming organized the Buddhist scriptures and pen and ink.

Live with him in the East Pavilion.

...

Night falls.

Shen Jing lives in Dongerge.

After dinner with Sun Qiyan, we sat in the courtyard knitting prayer bracelets.

Taught by the old abbot.

She learned to write on her own and spent all day writing.

"This one is for you, this one is for grandma, this one is for grandpa, and that one is for eldest sister."

All she talked about was her family, and then there was him.

Sun Qiyan unconsciously thought that he was her family member. After all, he was not superstitious and did not believe that this blessing string was useful.

She gave it to him personally, and his heart was knocked dizzy by this little safety rope.

want.

he wants.

I looked at the red rope repeatedly, it was very beautiful.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome, go to bed early." She picked up the box and returned to the room.

Sun Qiyan hid the red rope in his trouser pocket, rubbed it unconsciously with his fingertips twice, and stood up with a smile, "I will go for a run in the back hill with you tomorrow morning."

She said obediently and closed the door.

Wait until all the lights in the second pavilion are completely extinguished.

Shen Jing put on her clothes and stood up, walked through the back door, and leaned leisurely in the corner of the white wall.

Skillfully he took out the Yellow Crane Tower from his coat pocket, took off the film, and put a cigarette in his mouth.

In an instant, two fingers struck the match and slowly lit it.

After puffing out the mist, he lowered his eyes and focused on the dimly lit cigarette at his fingertips.

Xie Qinyang is so bad.

Taught her completely.But she is not greedy, but occasionally, she will make her want to taste nicotine.

the other side of the wall.

The man also held a cigarette in his mouth, tilted his head, rubbed the steel wheel of the lighter, and ignited the cigarette in his mouth.

The movements are inconsistent, but they add fuel to the fire at the same time.

"Meow~"

A cat is approaching.

Shen Jing knelt down and stroked the abbot's kitten with her fingers.

I'm a bit thin, maybe because I followed the vegetarian diet in the temple.

She missed her sister, who was chubby and had white and shiny hair. She went back to Shanghai to have dinner with her grandmother last month, but she didn't go to Yunding.

dislike.

A bad cat given by a bad man costs money to keep.

"Meow~"

Zhou Lüchen could vaguely hear the sound of a cat meowing from behind the white wall. It was calling softly, as if it was comforting to be touched by someone.

The wall is very high and there is no road, but I am a little curious whether the cat next door looks like Yunding.

The snow fell and quietly covered his eyebrows. He frowned, pinched the cigarette butt in his mouth with his thumb and index finger, took it out, dusted off the ashes, and raised his eyes.

Late at night.

This was already Zhou Lüchen's fourth day back in Beijing. He hadn't adjusted his work schedule, so he couldn't sleep at night. He leaned against the wall, smoking one cigarette after another, extinguishing sparks on his leather shoes, and strolled back to his room.

The second half of every night.

He always sat in front of the desk, dipped his pen in ink, and carefully copied scriptures.

The thick Tripitaka "Sutras and Laws".

Zhuang Ming stood outside the window and looked at the light in the room.

The second young master made a very serious mistake this time. He was so vicious and made everyone in the Zhou family angry.

The second wife secretly agreed with the second young master's approach.

The second wife's love and protection was just a symbolic punishment to prevent him from returning to Shanghai. The eldest wife was still angry and things would become more serious.

The identity of the second wife still has the right to speak in this area.

Outsiders say that the only person who can cure the second wife in this life is this unrelated grandson.

Life is good, everyone loves you.

In the early morning, he had finished copying a book, and his handwriting was strong and neat. Zhuang Ming quickly went into the house to collect a few copies and sent them back to the West District compound in person.

Zhou Lüchen rubbed his eyebrows, leaned back on the chair and closed his eyes to rest.

It seems that cabbage dumplings are being cooked in the courtyard next door, and they are very fragrant with the cold wind.

Zhou Lushen lowered his head and looked at his watch.

5 o'clock in the morning, on time.

I don’t know who lives next door. These days, he eats three meals a day on time. He probably has obsessive-compulsive disorder.

When Zhuang Ming returned to the temple, he brought back cakes and medicinal porridge made by Uncle Li.

"The second wife said that it's cold and I'll give it to you."

Zhou Lüchen sat in front of the window, holding a delicate celadon bowl in his hand. He took a small sip with one hand and only tasted it briefly.

The tabby cat came from nowhere and jumped to the window to meow.

I saw this tabby cat yesterday. It was dirty and wrinkled.

It seems that someone has given it a bath, and now its colorful fur is much more pleasing to the eye.

Zhou Lüchen signaled to Zhuang Ming.

Zhuang Ming found an empty bowl with porridge and placed it on the window sill. "Did the pilgrim next door not give you dumplings?"

"Meow~"

The cat looked at Zhou Lüchen warily while eating.

It is a cat that is not afraid of animals, and has a more wild temper than Yunding's timid and cowardly cat.

When meeting people, it will pretend to be pitiful and beg for food.

Zhou Lüchen put down the bowl and spoon in his hand, took a piece of milk pastry and put it in the cat's bowl.

"I have one at home. I wasted 10,000+ on it a month. It has become arrogant and has a noble attitude all the time. It can't be coaxed either way. It would rather starve to death than ask for a bite."

The tabby cat bit a piece with its teeth, raised its head and licked its whiskers, "Meow~"

Zhuang Ming stood tall and straight, while Shen Ran looked at the second young master and muttered to himself.

If Yunding's expensive ragdoll cat knew that the wild cats outside were not as good as it, would it still cause trouble all the time?