“The world is unpredictable!”
The world is unpredictable and life is unpredictable. You never know what will happen next.
Cheng Yanmo listened to their discussion of the Mu family with little interest. He stood up and was about to leave when he heard someone say, "The daughter of the Mu family is called Mu Qiutian, right?"
"It's Mu Qiu, and his nickname is Qiu Tian'er."
"Oh, yes. I heard that Qiu seems to have become a nun. A few days ago, the wife of the Dongfang family took the young mistress to the Yuezhao Temple on Xique Mountain to pray for blessings. There they saw a young nun who looked a lot like Qiu from the Mu family."
"Is this true?" Everyone was shocked. The youngest daughter of the Mu family became a nun?
Many uncles and aunts who had met Mu Qiu expressed their regret. "That girl is quite good, well-behaved, cute, and kind. My husband had always wanted to marry her. It would be a pity if she really became a nun..."
Cheng Yanmo listened blankly, thinking it was ridiculous.
Mu Qiu became a monk?
How could...
A string in Cheng Yanmo's heart suddenly broke.
By becoming a nun, she had cruelly cut off her relationship with the world, and also severed her bond with him. It was clearly he who initiated the breakup, but now, his chest felt slightly sore, stuffy, and heavy.
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It was drizzling that day, with a little snow in the rain.
Holding an umbrella, the man climbed halfway up the mountain on foot, stood in the small square and looked up at the temple in front of him.
The three words "Yuezhaoan" are simple and upright.
Only when the rain soaked the toes of Cheng Yanmo's sneakers did he lift his legs, stepping through the small puddles on the cement floor and entering the temple. The Buddhist chants in the temple were quiet, gentle, and peaceful, and just listening to them made one feel peaceful.
Cheng Yanmo lit some incense, paid a considerable sum for the incense burner, and then went alone to the vegetarian dining hall. The drizzle had stopped, and a female disciple in a gray monk's robe came into the courtyard with a broom, sweeping away the fallen leaves and stagnant water.
The female disciple's back was tall and slender, and she didn't look rude even as she swept the floor with a broom. She wore a cloth cap, and the back of her head, exposed, was spotless, without a single hair. Cheng Yanmo stared at her back, his eyes fixed, even his breathing becoming shallow.
Cheng Yanmo called out cautiously, "Xiao Qiu?"
The female disciple paused in her sweeping motion.
She turned slowly, holding a broom in her hand, her dark eyes clear and bright, a clearness never seen before. Cheng Yanmo stared at Mu Qiu's face, his emotions slightly agitated.
"Xiao Qiu, it's really you!"
Cheng Yanmo walked quickly towards Mu Qiu. When he was only one meter away from Mu Qiu, Mu Qiu suddenly put his hands together and said in a clear voice: "Donor, please stop."
Cheng Yanmo's footsteps came to an abrupt halt.
He looked at Mu Qiu in astonishment, feeling a mixture of emotions in his heart.
Mu Qiu gazed at Cheng Yanmo calmly, without any affection or nostalgia in her eyes. "Donor, my Buddhist name is Wangchen." Seeing the shock in Cheng Yanmo's eyes, Mu Qiu added, "I have let go of the past and future. I ask you to let go of it as soon as possible and start a new life as soon as possible."
After saying that, Mu Qiu turned around and continued sweeping the floor.
Cheng Yanmo just stood behind Mu Qiu until Mu Qiu finished sweeping the floor and left with the broom, without looking back at him.
That day, Cheng Yanmo stayed in Yuezhao Temple all day, eating vegetarian food, reciting scriptures, and doing everything Mu Qiu had done. When he left, his eyes were red.
Five days later, a piece of good news made headlines in all the major newspapers in Wangdong City—
Good news! Cheng Yanmo, President of the Chuandong Group, and Su Qing, daughter of the Southern Su family, have announced their relationship and will be holding their wedding on the 28th of next month!
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