The god of rebirth counts the world

Chapter 158

Seeing that the Chinese New Year is about to come, compared to Qingyuan County, the New Year in Dijing is a bit more lively, but also a bit deserted.

What is lively is that the mall is bustling with people, what is deserted is that there are fewer and fewer people on the street.

Many people will go to their hometown for the New Year, and the subway is no longer crowded, and there are seats on the most crowded line.

Originally, Han Zhu was worried that Fang Xiuping would not get used to celebrating the new year in the imperial capital and would miss the neighbors in her hometown.But who knew that because of Mr. Wang, everything would be different.

It seems that Mr. Wang has completely started a second spring with Fang Xiuping, and the two are concubines and concubines.

Fang Xiuping once mentioned it to Han Zhu hesitantly, and it turned out that Mr. Wang was worried about Han Zhu's opinion.

Of course Han Zhu has no objection!

She knew that if she wanted to make a caring little padded jacket, she might not be very successful. Of course, she would be happy to find a second spring for her mother, and let her start her own spring.

Speaking of which, Mr. Wang is also quick-witted, so during the Chinese New Year this year, he proposed to take Fang Xiuping back to his hometown, saying that he was going to sweep the grave and pay homage to his mother who had just passed away.

After discussing with Han Zhu, Fang Xiuping followed suit.

Before leaving, Han Zhu specially gave Fang Xiuping a card, telling her to be happy in everything.It is good to have a man, but no man will come back and continue looking for your daughter. Anyway, your daughter is powerful now, and no one can bully you.

Fang Xiuping was holding Han Zhu, crying and laughing, and it took a long time to calm down.

After watching Mr. Wang and Fang Xiuping leave in person, Han Zhu sighed contentedly, thinking that the sunset is red.

In fact, she was not much younger than Fang Xiuping in her previous life. Speaking of which, she and Mr. Wang are also a sunset red.

After sending Fang Xiuping away, Han Zhu felt lonely.

Because of loneliness, I miss Mr. King more and more.

It's Chinese New Year, Mr. Wang is too busy, he is so busy that he has no time to talk to Han Zhu every day except for a few words with Han Zhu before going to bed at night.

Now that the stock market is about to be closed, Han Zhu took care of the money on hand, which was already over [-] billion. After repaying the [-] million from Shaohua Temple, there would be barely [-] billion left.

When talking on the phone with the abbot of Shaohua Temple, the master first said happy new year, and then said something by the way.

"The first stick of incense in Shaohua Temple this year has no owner yet."

When Master Abbot said this, Han Zhu suddenly remembered.

In fact, although Buddhism is not prevalent nowadays, many people say that they are superstitious, but they don't believe it.The temple is more of a tourist show nowadays.

But, in fact, there are so many people who believe in this in this world.

Most of those who believe in this stuff are rich and powerful.

Those who have no money and no power, believe it or not, are like that.You can still stubbornly say that I just don't believe it, what the hell.

Ha ha, nothing, believe it or not.

Those who are rich and powerful can be called sincere, because the matter is of great importance.

Because the richer you are, the more powerful you are, the more you believe in this, so the first stick of incense every year in major temples is a top priority.

Small temples are fine, and you can still spend money on them. Some of the famous big temples in the country can't be bought even if you have money.

In the past, Mr. Wang didn't believe in this, so he never went to offer incense.

In the past, when she was with Mr. Wang, she had the kind of thinking that there might not be tomorrow after today, and she also knew that he didn't believe him, and the young man was stubborn, so she didn't persuade him.

But now her mind is different.

She was looking forward to the two of them being able to reconcile and be beautiful, to really hold hands together, hoping to grow old hand in hand.

Once a woman has the mentality of living a normal life in her heart, she will inevitably feel a little different in her heart.

So after saying goodbye to Master Abbot, Han Zhu called Mr. Wang directly: "On the first day of this year, please take time to accompany me to Shaohua Temple."

Mr. King: "Is there anything important?"

Han Zhudao: "I want you to go to the first stick of incense with me."

Mr. King is a little slow: "Shangxiang?"

Han Zhu nodded and said affirmatively, "Just take it for me."

Mr. King was silent for a while.

If it was before, he must have thought it was a foolish move, nonsense.

At that time, he specifically criticized that "we should talk more about science and less about other things".

Of course, it may be precisely because of Han Zhu that he firmly opposed it.

On the one hand, opposing, rejecting and disbelieving from the heart seems to alleviate the despair that "Han Zhu will be weak and punished by him if he is really with him", so there will be a little hope in my heart, hoping that they will eventually be together again. There will still be a day when we hold hands.

On the one hand, seeing Han Zhu and her husband Tan Siping raise their eyebrows on the same page and get along with each other, he felt a little uncomfortable, so he started to advocate "less talking about other things" with a sense of finding fault.

But now, the half-belief and repulsive attitude towards such mysterious and mysterious things in his heart has slowly disappeared.

After all, the dead Han Zhu stood in front of him alive, with a familiar expression, eye movements and memories, appearing in his arms with a brand new and youthful appearance.

That in itself is something that science can't explain, isn't it?

If it is said that going to Shaohua Temple to burn a stick of incense can make this Han Zhu in front of him smile forever in his arms and never leave him, then he is willing to believe devoutly, kneel there and place a hundred pillars and a thousand pillars Ten thousand sticks of incense.

He was willing to swallow everything he had ever said.

So at this time, Mr. Wang nodded and said with a smile: "Okay, Zhu Zhu, I will spare time to accompany you."

The first stick of incense in Shaohua Temple was finalized soon.

(End of this chapter)