Refusing to join the underworld: the days of fighting against bad boys

Just as Chen Yunchao was about to speak, Weiwei gestured to him, and he shut up.

"Let's go out for a while and be back later." Chen Yunchao led the crowd out together.

"Hey, what are you doing, where are you going?" Monk Zhang Er asked strangely, puzzled.But no one answered his question, and everyone walked faster than rabbits.

Weiwei walked in softly.She didn't want to make a sound, and she even hoped that the monk didn't notice her, so that she could just look at him, see how this former lover was doing, and then she would leave.

Although the monk's sense of hearing has become much more sensitive, it is still not so magical that he can hear the wind. Therefore, when Weiwei deliberately suppressed the sound of footsteps, he didn't notice it. [

Weiwei moved very slowly, because she was afraid that the monk would hear it, and because she hoped to observe the monk carefully.

The monk sat on the bed, folded his hands, and muttered something.

It should be Buddhist scriptures.Vivi thought so.Like a cat, she approached the monk on tiptoe.

The monk was covered with bandages all over his body, and it looked like he had been terribly injured.It doesn't matter, Weiwei knows that for people like them who used to make a living on the edge of a knife, getting hurt is just a common occurrence.

However, his eyes were blind.

Weiwei looked at the gauze covering the monk's eyes, and felt an unstoppable throbbing pain in her heart.This man she once loved deeply, the man she once swore not to marry, the man who once took her by the hand to travel all over famous mountains and rivers, the man who once whispered nasty words of love under the moon.

blind.

How important the eyes are to a person, I am afraid there is no need to repeat them.Some people would rather lose their arms or legs than lose their eyes.

Weiwei looked at the gauze covering the monk's eyes, her nose was sore, and she almost shed tears.But the monk didn't look very sad, as if nothing had happened.

He was sitting cross-legged in meditation, muttering to himself like any other day in the past.

Weiwei got closer again, and she carefully checked whether the monk had any other changes over the years.

Then, she finally heard what the "Buddhist scriptures" in the monk's mouth were.