The night of confession...

Fu Qinyuan had a rare good night's sleep, but Jing Xingyao was not asleep all night. She fell asleep at around 4 a.m. Almost as soon as she closed her eyes, the alarm clock started to vibrate. She was supposed to get up at 7 a.m. and arrived at the Liyuan at 8 a.m. But it was already eight a.m. when she got up, she didn't plan to go in the morning.

While brushing her teeth and washing, she cursed Fu Qinyuan indifferently, making her life a mess.

Thinking of what he said last night, her heart was still in a state of excitement.

It can really kill people.

She looked in the mirror, looked at the dark circles in her eyes, put an eye mask on her and went downstairs to have breakfast.

As soon as I went downstairs, I saw Fu Qinyuan sitting in the living room of her home, landing on the white eye mask under her eyes, curling her lips and smiling at her.

"morning."

Someone was refreshed and obviously slept well.

My mind was frozen, and I was stunned for a moment before I tried to pretend to be calm and said, "Good..."

"Aunt Liu has gone to the store, and Uncle Liu has changed his clothes upstairs. You can have breakfast first." The familiar tone, if Jing Xingyao hadn't been sure this was her home, he would have suspected that he would have woken up, stepped on the wrong time and space, and went to the wrong set.

It’s broad daylight, so you can’t just talk about people casually, you’ll be afraid of whatever you’re afraid of.

She had to pretend to be calm and walk past him as if nothing had happened.

Jing Xingyao went to the kitchen to get breakfast, and Fu Qin helped her pour a cup of soy milk.

"Didn't sleep well last night?" His voice was very low. In the distance, the Jing family members only watched his lips moving, but could not hear the conversation between the two.

"It's pretty good." Jing Xingyao said in an inward voice.

"Post this..." He pointed to the bottom of his eyes, "Didn't it lighten the dark circles?"

Jing Xingyao almost forgot that she actually went downstairs with her eye mask on her face. No one came home so early. Naturally, it didn't matter what she was in her own home. She hurriedly raised her hand and pulled the eye mask, but she heard someone's laughter coming from her head.

Depressed and pleasant.

"Did you think of me all night last night? You didn't think about it well?"

She really wanted to splash soy milk on his face.

Is he not sure why she didn't sleep well? He still had to ask.

"What are you doing to come to my house in the morning?" Jing Xingyao pressed his voice. This man was so bold.

At this time, Jing Hanchuan's voice came from the upper floor, "Qinyuan, let's go."

"Dad." Jing Xingyao greeted him.

"Qinyuan and I went to the flower and bird market. If you don't go to work, remember to feed the fish later."

Um?

Jing Xingyao frowned, what does it mean?

Didn't you come to find her?

There was an indescribable feeling in my heart, and I was nervous and embarrassed to think that she was here to find her, but in the end...

I'm here to find his dad!

After Fu Qinyuan left with Jing Hanchuan, Jing Xingyao soon received a text message on his mobile phone:

[I thought you were going to Liyuan in the morning, so I wanted to come and see you earlier. If you don’t go out for a day, leave me the afternoon time.]

Jing Xingyao bit his lip: [I'm going to go to work when I go down.]

[Then let’s have midnight snack together at night, and I’ll wait for you to reply.]

She was in a mess at this time and said that she had drunk too much last night and had some headaches to refuse him first.

*

Fu Qinyuan's face was not at all anxious, but he just accompanied Jing Hanchuan to the flower and bird market with peace of mind. He bought two pots of flowers and bought some ornamental small fish.

“When did you like fishing?”

Jing Hanchuan knew that he had just returned from a business trip and said he wanted to accompany him to the flower and bird market, but he was quite surprised.

"I feel that the office is a bit boring and want to get angry. I don't know how to choose. Uncle Six is ​​more professional."

If Fu Chen saw his appearance, he would be shocked.

After buying the fish, Fu Qinyuan went home directly. As long as it could cause Jing Hanchuan's behavior, he did not do anything at all, avoiding it cleanly and neatly.

When Jing Xingyao learned that he had bought the fish, he actually went back. He could only sigh that someone was pretending too well.

Later, she received a call and there was a takeaway. After she had signed it for no reason, she saw the deliveryman delivering some sobering and pain-relieving medicine.

"We have medicine at home, do you want to order takeout?" Jing Hanchuan glanced casually, "Drink a lot of wine last night? Had a headache?"

"It's just a little uncomfortable." She pinched two boxes of medicine. She was just an excuse to deceive him. Why did that person take it seriously? It was just that someone took what she said casually so much that she could not be touched.

Soon she received two messages on her phone.

【Remember to take medicine if you have headaches.】

[I thought about you all night last night, maybe I dreamed of you, so I slept better.]

Jing Xingyao pursed his lips and edited a long list of information, trying to explain the relationship between the two of them to him, keeping a distance for the time being, etc., but after thinking for a long time, the text message sent was only two short words: [Thank you.]

**

After a typhoon in the following days, almost no one went out, and major universities in Beijing stopped classes for a few days.

The Jing family pond was flooded, the water faded, and the shore was filled with small fish and shrimps. The Jing family was busy for a while.

Fu Chen and Song Fengwan's itinerary were also delayed by the typhoon and they came back two days later. All departments were urgently clearing the roadblocks. The cars stopped and stopped on the road, and finally took a detour back home.

"This time the typhoon is really big. I heard that there were many casualties. I guess the situation in the mountains is even worse. Why did Qin Yuan carry it into the mountains today?"

Although the sky has cleared, the roads are slippery and the roadblocks have not been cleaned yet, so it is indeed unwise to enter the mountain.

"Huaisheng is back, I can't wait to see him." Fu Chen chuckled, "The road to the mountain has been repaired a few years ago, so it should be fine."

"Yes." Song Feng nodded.

At this time, Fu Qinyuan drove to the middle of the mountain. He turned his head to look at the person beside him and stared at her white canvas shoes, "If you want to walk the mountain road, your shoes are really fine? They will definitely be dirty."

Although it is a stone-blue brick road, mud stains and moss are inevitable.

"I was too anxious to go out. I just wanted to climb the mountain and chose a pair of comfortable shoes. I forgot to wear a pair of black ones." Fu Yu untied his seat belt, took the camera from the back, and followed Fu Qinyuan into the mountain.

Fu Sinian and Yu Manxi are not Buddhist believers, and she rarely comes to the mountains to pray to gods and worship Buddhas. But she doesn't know what manuscripts to write recently. Knowing that Fu Qin was going to come to the mountains and Tzu Chi Temple is the most popular temple in the capital, she came to look for inspiration.

"We are going to have dinner together tonight. Are you going to go together?" Fu Qinyuan looked at the person who was holding the camera and looking for an angle to take a photo.

He said that eating together was with his parents and Huaisheng.

"Whatever." She responded casually.

Fu Yu's impression of Huaisheng was still many years ago. I heard from his mother that she had played together when she was a child. Huaisheng was much older than him. When he was in high school, he was nervous and he rarely met. Later, he went to another place to study in college and then worked hard. The last time he met, he might have been at Fu Chen's house three or four years ago.

I never had a deep impression of him, and the two of them seemed to have never said a few words.

Perhaps it was washed by rain, and the color of the temple's red painted gold-painted gate was even brighter. Fu Yu held up his camera and took two photos, looked up at the temple carefully. It seemed that the sky was coming at the end of the long steps...

The sun shrouded in the rain, and the words "golden gold in Tzu Chi Temple" became more and more eye-catching.

The eaves and red tiles followed by the sky, and there seemed to be a long bell. When the two of them arrived up the mountain, a novice monk was already receiving them with a smile.

"Mr. Xiaosan, you are the first group of pilgrims today."

As soon as the typhoon passed, the temple was in a mess. Even under the old trees hanging with red silk, there were blessing cards that were scraped off.

"Just now, Senior Brother Huaisheng knew you were coming, so let's go and sweep the mountain road. It will be smooth all the way." The monk greeted them in with a smile.

"Where are your senior brother?"

"In the back hall, we were talking about sutras and Buddha with a few senior brothers. We came out to sweep the yard."

"Thanks."

Fu Qinyuan walked directly to the main hall on the back. Fu Yu did not follow him, but carried the camera, crossed the mountain gate, and passed the Heavenly King Hall. Naturally, she could not take photos on the inside. She knelt on the cushion and kowtowed a few times, and walked and walked very slowly.

When she arrived at the hall on the back, she saw Fu Qinyuan sitting side by side with her from a distance.

It was not that she could notice it at a glance when she was separated by a distance, but that the two of them were the only ones with hair in a group of bald monks.

The man was dressed differently from the others, and was no different from the people at the foot of the mountain. He was wearing white clothes and black pants, sitting on a futon, and there were a few books on his hand. It was probably the kind of Buddhist scriptures.

She had seen many things in Yunjin Capital before, but she did not believe in gods and Buddhas. In her eyes, these things were no different from the Heavenly Book.

A distance away, you could smell the smell of sandalwood from the inner room. The person inside was talking. Fu Yu stood outside the hall and did not go in. He lowered his head and looked at his shoes...

I was so dirty that I was embarrassed to step in.

She stared at the people in the hall. Ordinary people would have been difficult to get to the monk if they were not in the temple. She must have been curious and her eyes fell on the man beside Fu Qinyuan.

He lowered his eyebrows and eyes, perhaps burning incense in the room, lingering on him, feeling a sense of holiness, and his whole body was calm and quiet, without the impetuousness of modern people.

Perhaps he noticed her gaze and he turned his head to look at her.

If a person enters Buddha, he will be calm and peaceful, but for outsiders, his eyes are not only quiet, but also indifferent and calm as he sees through the world, making people feel that it is difficult to get close to.
To be continued...