See You Tonight, Master Su

By this time, it was the end of may.

For one thing, there were only three days left before they returned to london, and she had never been anywhere. Secondly, she stayed in her room all day, feeling a little bored. Therefore, when Su Minglang offered to take her to the temple again this morning, she had no objection for the first time.

Su Minglang seemed to be in a good mood when she answered.

In front of her, he stripped naked and changed into a casual outfit. Then he came over to change her into a light skirt, brushed her long hair down with a comb, and draped it loosely on her back, and a beautiful woman was born.

Su Minglang touched her pretty little face without any makeup. After a kiss, she smiled and told Gu Ji to arrange the car.

After a few days in prison, Tong Hua was in a trance when he saw the sun again.

The group quickly got into the car.

Miss Aimu, who had been playing around for the past few days, was in great spirits today. Shamelessly, she sharpened her head and, at least, pushed Sun Yu away. She squeezed herself into their car. As soon as she got up, without a word, she snatched feng shui away and sat beside Gu Ji with a grin on her face. She greeted him cheerfully.

"Hi, handsome Gu Ji. Good morning."

Gu Ji said' yes' and did not look at her, but he was not rude.

Ai Mu, who did not take his indifference seriously, turned around happily, winked at tong liang and made an "Ok" gesture.

"Baby Tong Hua, look at you. You look great today."

The sight of her infatuation with Gu Ji gave Tong Hua a headache and rubbed her forehead. Although she didn't need to worry about introducing Gu Ji, the way the child did things, even she found it so funny. She responded with amusement.

"Not bad. You're not bad either."

"Hehe, hello, hello, everyone!"

Ai Mu looked at her and then at Su Minglang with a smile on his lips. Looking around, he felt that the relationship between the two of them today was not as stiff as it had been the other day.

Squeezing her eyes, she pressed her lips and asked meaningfully.

"Hey, Tong Hua, what's the matter? Are you ready to surrender?"

Tong Hua knew what she meant, smiled awkwardly, smoothed her hair on her forehead, and said with a feigned relaxed smile, "What if we don't surrender? The dead end?"

He glanced at Su Minglang again. He pulled his lips and laughed at her. "Isn't that tough?"

Although he did not really like the man who had no sense of propriety in his heart, he could do whatever he wanted with the door closed at home. In front of outsiders, Tong Hua would not disrespect his man. Hence, she shrugged her shoulders indifferently, smiling and raising the corners of her lips jokingly.

"It's not that we are too weak, and the enemy's sugar-coated shells are too fierce."

Sugar-coated bullets!

Ai Mu understood, "Oh," blinked, nodded, pointed at su Minglang and said loudly," elder brother Minglang. As expected." In the end, before everyone could react, she suddenly turned around and looked at Gu Ji and said something.

"I don't know, handsome Gu Ji. You play. How's the technique?"

Gu Ji, who was sitting upright, did not expect her to make such a move. His lips twitched violently and he almost bit his tongue to kill himself.

He kept his head shut.

Looking at Gu Ji, who was obviously extremely embarrassed, Su Minglang, who had been smiling all the time, burst into laughter. Even Tong Hua, who had not shown a smiling face for a long time, could not help but burst out laughing.

To be honest, Tong Hua sympathized with Gu Ji a little.

Ai Mu's extraordinary way of chasing a man would make a man fall apart, wouldn't he?!

The group set off in a grand manner with different expressions. Gu Ji was so upset that he didn't even look at Ai Mu. Su Minglang took Tong Hua's hand and gently pinched it in his palm for fun. Tong tian's mind was much more open.

Unlike their calmness, Ai Mu had been sitting with gu ji in a state of excitement, singing loudly the unknown song she had adapted.

The temple was located in the western suburbs of h state in m country. Although it was abroad, it was still very popular, especially in the underworld. They believed it very much.

At this point, it was time for more people. Green trees covered the red walls and green tiles. The good men and women came here to seek peace and wealth, either for pleasure or with a pious attitude.

At the entrance of the temple, the crowd was like weaving.

Ai Mu continued the joy in her heart. She shoved her cell phone to Gu Ji without looking out. Then she pulled Tong Hua to stand at the entrance of the temple and put on an exaggerated pose. She asked Gu Ji to give' kacha' two photos and keep them as a memento. She had been abroad for so many years, so naturally, she had played everywhere, but she had never been to the temple.

Of course, for Miss Aimu, who had not yet succeeded in the revolution, this was not the end.

Just as Gu Ji handed the phone back to her, she had a plan in mind. He quickly shoved his phone into Tong Hua's hand, winked at her, and took a sneak shot. When she adjusted her phone, she rushed over and grabbed Gu Ji's arm.

"Eggplant -"

Crack!

Tong Hua helplessly and cooperatively lifted his phone to take a picture of the classic.

Obviously, the photos were not harmonious. Ai Mu looked as if he had eaten some meat. Gu Ji was stunned and looked very funny with his stiff body.

Gu Ji was furious that Ai Mu would sneak up on her, but he didn't say anything in front of the whole family. He cast off her claws gloomily and walked away.

"Hey, buddy, just take a picture, right? I didn't beat you."

Gu Ji's back stiffened and he turned to stare at her as if he wanted to say something. But his mouth moved, and he still didn't say anything.

He could not say anything that was too embarrassing for the girl.

Tong Hua was a little chatty, after all, this was not done properly. But the deflated Miss Aimu spat at his back and ran back with a smile. Looking at the picture, he pressed his lips to the screen and took a bite before hugging Tong Hua and laughing happily.

"Tong Hua baby, you're too great. The photo was really good. Look at you taking a picture of my gu ji. He's so handsome that everyone is angry with him!"

This girl is always exaggerating.

Tong Hua paused and sighed when he caught a glimpse of her hot beauty.

"Ai Mu..."

"Well, what's wrong?" Ai Mu was still smilingly admiring the photo with Gu Ji. Her eyes were extremely sincere, and the light from her eyes jumped out of her brows. She was in love with a teenage girl.

Ai Mu was persistent. She really liked Gu Ji, too.

There is no right or wrong in loving someone, no matter what the result is.

After thinking about it, Tong Hua tried to talk her out of it.

"Nothing. Let's go in."

Ai Mu once again sold a cute photo, took Tong Hua's elbow, and looked in the direction of gu ji's departure. She pouted shyly and whispered to tong tian, "Baby Tong Hua, after looking at this photo, I understand why you called me a big parrot."

"Hmm?" This time, the other child was confused.

Lazily holding the phone, Ai Mu grinned again. With a few fingers, he set her and Gu Ji's secretly taken photos to the background of the phone. Then he looked up at the large gold-plated words on the temple plaque and said something very pertinent.

"To tell you the truth, baby Tong Hua, after looking at this photo, I realized that my optimism was simply too earth-shattering. With my inhuman appearance, I am not only sorry for the training of the party and the people, but also for the country. My Gu Ji didn't slap me directly. It's enough to prove that he's so cultured... I like him more!"

"Yo, where did you get the exclamation?" Tong Hua looked at her with amusement.

He took out his phone again. Ai Mu laughed as he found the photo and put it in front of her.

"A deformed parrot hanging from a big tree in the sky - haha! What a perfect match!"

Seeing that she had lost her natural and unabashed demeanor, Tong Hua, in addition to admiring her spirit, was indeed amused by her funny analogy. He tugged at the' feather' on her head and said cheerfully.

"Let's go, stop mumbling, even though you look like a loser. But it's all about courage and perseverance. Don't worry, Miss Aimu. I suddenly have a lot of confidence in you."

"Of course. Women chase men. It's a layer of gauze."

Tong Hua clenched his fist at her as if he were going to fight.

A group of seven people entered the temple. The combination of handsome men and beautiful women came in different shapes and swaggered, naturally attracting the attention of many pilgrims. Without stopping too much in the temple, Su Minglang led Tong Hua into the main hall of ciyun temple, the hall of the great hero.

Standing in front of the buddha, he lit a incense stick and inserted it into the incense burner. Instead of kneeling down, he turned around and said to tong tian.

"Bye, honey."

In front of buddha zu, Tong Hua naturally would not say that he did not believe his old man's words, and would not disrespect his old man. Without saying a word, she did as quan shaohuang said and did not say anything. She also kowtowed three times on the bunting respectfully, silently recited a few words of good wishes in her heart, and then stood up.

"If you want me to, why don't you?"

"I'm your man." Su Minglang looked at the bodhisattvas in front of him, his voice low.

Tong Hua pursed his lips slightly. Looking at his gloomy face since he entered the temple, he muttered in a low voice, "Now you know you're her man? Why didn't you think of this when you were doing animal work?"

She spoke softly, but su Minglang had a good hearing. Regardless of offending the bodhisattva, he pinched her face and chuckled softly. "Darling, are you still holding a grudge? You've been starving your husband for five days, and you're still angry?"

"Amitabha -"

Seeing that he mentioned it again, Tong Hua clasped his hands together and quickly bowed to the bodhisattva who was on top of him. Then he stared at him and said seriously, "You're still acting like a hooligan in front of the buddha. Can't you restrain yourself?"

Su Minglang wrapped his arms around her waist and squinted. The corners of his lips lifted, revealing an ambiguous smile. "Don't worry, the buddha will forgive me."

Tong Hua raised his eyebrows. "Why? Just because you're a The su family man?"

Patting the back of her head, Su Minglang's lips curved slightly.

"We are all men. Men always know what men need."

"...

Seeing the little woman pursing her lips, although she did not speak, her eyes were filled with disdain, and Su Minglang became much more interested. He smoothed her hair, took her waist in his arms, and strode out of the hall.

"Hubby will take you to see an old thing."

Tong Hua naturally knew what he was talking about. Just the thing he said a few days ago that he wrote seven years ago. Although she didn't want to get involved with his past feelings at the moment, everyone was here, and he was no match for the left and right, so she thought it was a pure research mentality.

The two men took off their troops and headed for the backyard of the temple.

This temple is neither big nor small. Along the way, when Tong Hua passed the two rows of houses on the edge of the yard, he saw that the house clearly had traces of smoke, and there were several damp charred wooden piles on a row of broken walls, which looked a little decadent.

Obviously, there was a fire.

Probably because of the incident with zheng yuan and Liayi in Jinsanjiao, now whenever she saw something that was burnt, her heart would feel a little stuffy for no reason. So, with a glance, she shifted her gaze and did not look again.

Su Minglang held her hand and found the temple master's meditation room.

The abbot was an old monk in his sixties, named Jingkong, who lived in a secluded buddhist temple all year round. The spirit of the abbot Jingkong looked good, his eyes were bright, and his tone was gentle and compassionate. In addition, there is also a kind of monk who is very familiar with... Nagging.

"The two benefactors, they haven't seen each other for many years. Are they all okay?"

Pursing her lips, Tong Hua suddenly felt a little dry.

Times have changed, and the conditions for temples have improved.

In this quiet and serene meditation room, smelling the fragrance of the temple that floated in the air, Tong Hua sat quietly, watching a monk come in and lay chan tea, and then watching Su Minglang thank him with elegant and noble manners. His gentle lips had a faint smile on them all the time, and his demeanor and introverted maturity made it really difficult for her to play "Terrorist attack" with him that night in the rain on the rooftop. The man was connected.

It was obvious that the host and Su Minglang were old acquaintances.

Since they were acquaintances, a pot of chan tea was sitting between the two of them, and the smoke was curling up, so naturally there was not much roundabout in the conversation. With one hand caressing the rim of the purple sand teacup, Su Minglang and Jingkong chatted about a few buddhist words that Tong Hua could not understand at all. Then he turned around and looked at her, took her hand seriously, and said with a smile in the corner of his eyes.

"Host, I won't hide it from you. I'm here today to trouble you with something important."

"The benefactor is polite, but there's no harm in saying so."

Jingkong had probably been a monk for too long, and he liked to drag on ancient chinese. The sound of Amitabha coming down, coupled with his already benevolent appearance, could easily make people feel intimate.

Tong Hua smiled and observed him from time to time, thinking about how this kind of life with green lanterns and ancient buddhas would change the psychology of a normal person, and heard Su Minglang say a few words beside him.

"Seven years ago, I had no merit."

Seven years ago?

Tong Hua was stunned and looked at his angular profile. In his heart, was that what he was looking for?

Unlike her surprise, host Jingkong repeated the sentence silently, then gently "Oh," brushed past Tong Hua's face and sighed with regret.

"Benefactor, according to the rules of this temple, the merits and virtues from the beginning of building a temple should be carefully preserved. Unfortunately, just a dozen years ago, two of the rooms in the temple that had little merit suddenly ran out of water..."

Like most temples, temples have a history that can be recorded in the county records. Although there have been many revisions over the years, the structure is still made of wood. In summer, the weather was dry, and once the wooden frame caught fire, the fire spread quickly.

Su Minglang's eyes darkened, and the grip on Tong Hua's palm tightened.

"Burnt out?"

Host Jingkong shook his head and sighed helplessly. "A part of it has been burned down. After the fire was put out, a part of it has been saved. It's still being cleaned up..."

After a few seconds of silence, Su Minglang's eyes darkened.

"Can you find the rest?"

The former benefactor had such a request, and Jingkong would not reject it. Soon, he sent a monk in a monk's uniform to get it. Not long after, the two monks brought a large bamboo basket over.

The things in the bamboo basket were very messy, and as Jingkong said, they were in the cleaning stage. It was filled with old things. Some of the colors on the merit sheets were already gray, some were burnt to the edges, some were burnt black, and some were sprinkled with fire water, then dried and curled up.

Su Minglang frowned. Although there was not much change in his expression, tong tian was basically familiar with his temperament. From the cold light that flashed through his eyes from time to time, he could tell that his heart was not as calm as it was outside. It could even be said that he was unusually excited.

With the help of the monk, he took out the merit books in the bamboo basket one by one, and searched them one by one, quickly and quickly.

Tong Hua was sitting next to him and wanted to give him a hand.

But... The next second, she sat back awkwardly.

There were specific dates and years on the merit book, so it was not difficult to find them. Therefore, even if there were not many merits and virtues in the bamboo basket, he would have searched it in less than ten minutes.

Putting down the last book of merit in his hand, Su Minglang's cold face deepened and he slowly sat up straight. He gently rubbed the Taiyangxue and remained silent for a few seconds before looking at host Jingkong, his deep voice a little hollow.

"Burned, what a coincidence. Is it really god's will?"

"Amitabha! Benefactor, everything has its own methods, like a dream bubble. Like dew, like electricity, you should act as you see fit."

In the buddhist chant that abbot Jingkong was chanting, Tong Hua knew that Su Minglang had not found what he was looking for. She pursed her lips and looked at his face. Under the dim light, his eyes and brows seemed to be suddenly stained with some kind of jumping fire, like a blade that could scabbard at any time.

Terrifying and terrifying.

His heart was stifled, not much more. It was obvious that it was very important to him.

In the meditation room, there was a momentary silence.

Just at this moment, the sound of chimes and bells striking in the temple and the chanting of the buddha came over. It was so melodious that she suddenly felt a little pity for the lonely man in front of her.

Thinking about how miserable he was seven years ago, when Su Minglang came here alone, it was so stressful that he placed his wish here and now it was destroyed by an unknown fire. It was really sad.

No one else could share a person's past. Besides himself, no one could understand the burden of that kind of mind.