Rebirth: The First Female Physician

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A natural intimacy of blood kinship arises spontaneously, and the back is somewhat similar to that of his father.

This time it should be grandpa!

"Excuse me, are you Master Juehui?"

Yang Zimei suppressed the excitement in her heart and stepped forward to ask.

The monk stood up from the futon, then turned around holding the prayer beads.

When he saw Yang Zimei, the Buddhist beads in his hand fell to the ground and scattered all over the place, ding-ding-dong-dong-dong-dong-dong.

"Huihui—"

Monk Juehui screamed excitedly, with incredible surprise in his eyes.

Being able to call out the baby's baby name with such affection, this time is really a grandpa.

His face is somewhat similar to his father's, but he is even more handsome. Even if he is bald and wearing a gray cassock, he can't conceal his old and handsome demeanor.

Moreover, his demeanor is very tranquil and indifferent, giving people a very comfortable feeling, like Qingdai from a distant mountain.

"grandfather--"

Yang Zimei called out this title naturally, "I'm not Zeng Hui, I'm Zeng Hui's granddaughter!"

Juehui's body froze slightly, her eyes locked on Yang Zimei's face, and she finally smiled softly, "So, it's just a dream in Yangzhou."

"How could it be a dream? Grandpa!"

Yang Zimei shouted a little excitedly, "I've been looking for you! I've always had you in my heart!"

"Amitabha, the dust of the past is like smoke, please come back, the almsgiver."

Juehui's expression became indifferent, as if she had really escaped into Buddhism and saw through the past and the old things of an eminent monk.

If he hadn't seen him calling her name excitedly just now, Yang Zimei would have thought that he had lost sight of the world and couldn't remember the past.

"Grandpa, it doesn't matter if I go back. Don't you want to know the situation of ***? Grandma disappeared because she was pregnant with your child. For the sake of the child, do you know what she did?"

Thinking of his irresponsibility, and thinking of his miserable life, Yang Zimei felt a little angry.

Juehui's brows twitched slightly, and he twisted the Buddha beads with both hands in the air, "The poor monk has escaped into Buddhism, and everything is like a passing cloud."

"Yanyun? Could it be Yanyun? Isn't my eldest granddaughter standing in front of you just like that? Do you dare to say that you can really forget grandma?"

Yang Zimei sneered and said, "Grandpa, don't deceive yourself. If you shave your head, you will be an eminent monk who sees through monks when you enter a temple. In fact, you haven't seen through at all."

Juehui's old face was slightly red.

"Juehui, thinking what you think, loving what you love is the real Zen. You have been practicing for 40 years, but you still can't understand it. It's because you can't let go, and you can't look bravely. Leave her !"

The young monk before spoke out.

Juehui's expression shook again, she lowered her head a little ashamedly, and bent over to pick up the scattered prayer beads on the ground.

Yang Zimei also squatted down, helped him pick up the beads, gathered them together, took out a red string from the storage ring, and helped him put it on.

Juehui has been watching from the sidelines, thinking back to the memories of more than 40 years of youth.

I still remember the first time I saw that beautiful girl, sitting on the swing in white clothes and plain skirt, swinging carefree, as if all the beauty in the world was concentrated on her, which made him feel relaxed and happy, and secretly fell in love.

The two fell in love quietly, and lost their minds on a moonlit night. They hugged each other and ate the forbidden fruit.

Later, he was dispatched by his father to work in Jiangzhou, and he went there for several months.

When I came back again, I heard that she was missing.

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