The Book of Raising Children by Houmen

Chapter 367 Meeting (1)
The mountain is breezy and green, and Zhao Jing's voice is as crisp and sweet as the oriole in the mountain stream.She stared intently at that elegant figure, and after a long time, she saw that person turned slightly, and said calmly: "This pavilion is not mine at all, this benefactor, please go ahead."

Zhao Jing has also come into contact with many people of this age. Her voice may be as full-bodied as Mrs. Xu, or as hoarse and old as Mama Zhang, but the voice of this person in front of her is crisp and clear. The hoarseness is so natural that it makes people feel like a breeze blowing by their ears.

Zhao Jing poked her neck to take a look at her face, but she was afraid of being abrupt, so she straightened her dress and sat down on a stone pier opposite her.A few sporadic lightning flashed across the sky, and then a drizzle fell in.Zhao Jing looked at the back for a while, and when she was about to lower her head, she saw the man turn around leisurely.

Those are also a pair of crystal clear phoenix eyes just like her own. After years of precipitation, not only did it not make people feel weather-beaten, but became brighter and clearer. When she saw herself, she was startled for a moment, and then her deep eyes revealed With a bit of warmth, he asked in a soft voice: "This benefactor looks a bit unfamiliar, presumably he is not a regular visitor to this nunnery?"

Zhao Jing also looked at her in a daze, but the silk handkerchief she was holding between her fingers inadvertently fell to the ground. She squatted down to pick up the handkerchief in a daze, raised her head slightly, and swept the handkerchief slightly. one glance.It was a cheek that was seven to eight points similar to her own. Although the years had left fine marks on the corners of her eyes, Zhao Jing still recognized the person in front of her at a glance.

"I..." She looked into her warm eyes, and a little bit of soft light fell on her body, as if full of tenderness like a loving mother, but she just looked at herself like this, and there was even a little bit of tenderness in her words. alienated.

"The younger generation is from the Xu family of the Marquis of Wu'an. Please greet the layman." Zhao Jing blessed her body, lowered her eyes, and tried not to look at her eyes, but her heart was turning back and forth. Did she know? Are you still alive?Did she recognize herself?Who is she, and why did she become a monk in this Jingci nunnery?

"The benefactor doesn't need to be polite, just get up and sit down." Mrs. Zhulei smiled, with a bit of love in her eyebrows. She looked carefully at Zhao Jing's slightly lowered eyebrows, and couldn't help asking: "Ma'am My husband's family is the Xu family of the Marquis of Wu'an, but I don't know what kind of family my mother's family is?"

Zhao Jing didn't want to hide it from her, so she just said truthfully: "My maiden name is Zhao, and I live in Tongzi Lane, Gulou Street. I entered the palace as a palace maid at the age of 15, and after ten years in the palace, I married into the Marquis of Wu'an Mansion after leaving the palace. .”

While she was speaking, she secretly raised her head to look at that person, but saw that she still had an indifferent expression. After she finished speaking, she smiled a little and said, "The lady is a blessed person. It is rare for a court lady to have such good fortune, and it is not easy to marry into a noble family."

Zhao Jing then asked: "How does the layman know this? Could it be that he is also a member of the palace?" After she finished speaking, she felt abrupt again, and when she lowered her head, she heard Pearl Tears say faintly: "Usually there are people in this nunnery. A few old pilgrims came out of the palace, and I often heard them talk about the hardships of the world, so I know a little about it."

After Zhao Jing heard this, she was disappointed for a while, so she didn't continue to ask any more questions. After thinking about it, she couldn't give up, so she just continued to ask: "Then... the layman knows a shopkeeper Liu, she is Xingyuelou shopkeeper."

Mrs. Zhulei was stunned for a moment when she heard the words, the smile on the corner of her mouth froze a bit, and after a while she said leisurely: "I seem to have some impressions, but I can't remember them clearly. There are many pilgrims in this nunnery, and everyone can Remember."

Zhao Jing didn't ask any more questions, and just sat on the stone pier opposite her. The mountain wind picked up in gusts, and it started raining in a blink of an eye.After about a while, I heard the voices of the servant girls coming from the mountain road, and it was Luwu who brought the little servant girls over to find her.

Zhao Jing saw the maids walking towards the pavilion, and was about to get up and say goodbye to the person sitting in front of her, but saw that the person had already turned his back and didn't even look at her anymore.Zhao Jing turned to her and blessed her body and said: "The younger generation is leaving, and laymen should go back earlier."

Zhao Jing ordered the maids to leave an umbrella in the pavilion, and followed the maids down the mountain.Looking back in the mist and rain, the man still turned his back on his back, moving the Buddhist beads in his hands calmly and briskly, only waiting for the sound of those people's footsteps to fade away, then he stopped his movements, opened his eyes, his face was already covered with tears, but Still chanting compassionately: "Amitabha."

(End of this chapter)