Chapter 109: Complete Defeat
Huang Qian finally understood today what it meant to...
My body is like an untied boat, and my heart is like a dead tree.
The world is a big dream, and life is full of autumn chill.
I do not know how high the blue sky is or how thick the yellow earth is. I only see that the moon is cold and the sun is warm, which burns people's lives.
Her eyes were filled with torment and sorrow. The abbot lowered his head and silently prayed for mercy in his heart.
It is easy to enlighten with words, but difficult to enlighten the inner demons.
The abbot handed her another cup of hot tea and showed her the incense ash in the incense burner. "When it's hot, it warms your hands. When it cools, it fertilizes the soil. Love is like this. Why bother clinging to appearances?"
But they didn't love each other at all, He Han didn't like her.
She stared at her shattered reflection in the tea. "But what if even the ashes are blown away by the wind?"
Huang Qian did not say this sentence because it was the same as the previous one.
As the abbot said, the answer in her mind was clear.
She has already decided to be pessimistic.
The eternal lamp on the incense table suddenly burst into flames. The abbot's voice mixed with the sound of the bells.
Then he asked her to look at the flowers offered in front of the Buddha: "Look at the flowers offered in front of the Buddha. They are not fought over or snatched. Butterflies naturally come to them."
Suddenly I realized that the most painful thing in the world is never not getting what you want, but not daring to admit it.
She still didn't dare admit it.
She admitted that she and He Han were not destined to be together from the beginning to the end, and even if they had a child, it was all just entanglement.
It was wrong from the beginning. She liked He Han, and in order to "see" his scenery, she had already taken the wrong path. At that time, it was probably not even one-sided love as before, but only a demon in her heart.
She took shortcuts and gambled on the wrong path, all for him.
But she knew she had no right to ask He Han to treat her the same way, it was just that they had both lost so completely.
Before the child is born, light a long-burning lamp for him and pray for a peace talisman.
Then this not-so-good gathering will end in a good way.
Separated from now on.
When the abbot was seeing her off, he suddenly pointed toward the west side hall, and the sound of the temple bells shook off the icicles on the eaves.
He still hoped that all beings would be able to find freedom from suffering, or at least not be trapped or confused by it. "Can you see the winter plum blossoms in Kyoto during the winter?"
Huang Qian nodded: "The colder it gets, the more it tries to get into people's hearts."
"May the donor have a safe journey."
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Zhou Junheng kept everything simple today and made his sincere request in a low-key manner as a personal matter.
The red sandalwood carved box that the driver, Lao Chen, handed to him was in his hands. At the bottom of the box was the Buddhist fate that he needed to cross today: "Changle Weiyang."
Buddha saves all living beings, but he only saved her.
But today, I must ask for God's protection.
With incense burning in front of the Buddha and glass lamps shining on him, Zhou Junheng took the book of merit handed to him by the abbot. He knew that there were many auspicious words in the world, but even with a thousand blessings, they were not as good as the safety of his wife and daughter.
On the day his wish came true and his marriage was sealed, he came to the Summer Palace and wrote:
Thousands of lamps are shining before the Buddha, but they cannot illuminate the cause and effect between you and me; since you have entered my beautiful bureau, you will become the lotus in my palm.
Today he wrote:
The golden scriptures and palm leaves are but fleeting glimmers in this world. I wish to lend you my compassionate clouds that cover 30,000 miles to protect you and keep you long-lived like the green mountains.
A cushion had been prepared inside the nanmu threshold of the main hall. The man knelt and raised three strands of burning incense above his brows. The smoke suddenly stood up like pens at the same time, and the bronze chime in the abbot's hand rang without wind.
Although he is a materialist, he prefers idealism at this moment.
Buddha is merciful. He will hear what he thinks in his heart and writes down, and will surely protect his wife and daughter for the rest of their lives.
In an oriental Zen temple, the wise and compassionate abbot gave him a very good fortune.
When he left, he took the sachet with him.
The sachet had been consecrated, and when the abbot handed it over, the sandalwood was passing around the prayer flags and floating in the light dust in front of the temple.
In the bag were the roses he gave to Shi Ye, and the withered dried flowers, which he carefully selected petal by petal.
It's like a new wish for an old thing.
Zhou Junheng smiled without saying a word, stroking the golden lotus thread with dark patterns on the sachet.
The blessed silk was still slightly warm, and he pressed it against his heart.
You can then place them under her pillow. These dried roses have already gone through the cycle of life, so they will wish her a long life!
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The teachers of flower arrangement classes are more about accompanying and guiding.
Shi Ye and Sheng Li had already learned specialized flower arrangement. In their circle, being proficient in music, chess, calligraphy and painting is no exaggeration. Aesthetics and manners are cultivated through their daily words and deeds.
I also roughly thought about the shape of the bouquet, and asked the teacher. He said it was feasible, so the rest was not difficult.
What Shi Ye was thinking about more was Zhou Junheng's upcoming birthday.
This was also the reason why Sheng Li came to accompany her today.
Sheng Li nodded, very satisfied.
It’s a compliment to herself, and even more so to Shi Ye’s “reliability”: “Not bad, not bad, you did ask about my strengths, um—you asked the right person!”
Shi Ye heard her tone but didn't dare to believe it too much, so he urged: "Sister Reliable, please tell me something serious that can be done."
Sheng Li laughed angrily, "Shi Xiaoya!"
"You're a Chinese student, do you still need me to define the word 'serious' for you?"
"Nothing is absolute. When something is used in the right place, it is called appropriate, which is more precise than 'proper'."
She held the bright red rose in her hand while thinking. At this moment, she suddenly smiled knowingly and acted like a "flower thief", picking Shiye's chin.
She felt a little itchy and tried to avoid it with her hands, so Sheng Li moved closer.
"When you gave me the 'little clothes', weren't you very open-minded?"
"I'm a person who never forgets to repay a favor with a spring. How about I give you something similar? ...Do you have a favorite character?"
Shi Ye picked up petals and threw them at her, saying righteously: "I knew you were just a cobbler - you can't be serious at all."
Sheng Li spread his hands, expressing his injustice.
"Although this idea isn't original, it's timeless and can even be called a classic because it's so often used."
Shi Ye's face turned red and he wanted to cover her mouth.
She actually knew... She had really thought about it at first, but: "But now I'm pregnant..."
She was afraid that she would go too far and not be able to stop.
Sheng Li's eyes rolled around, "So you have an idea, hey... As expected, our virgin girl has finally come to her senses. If it's not too much, you can add something else."
Shi Ye's eyes lit up, this was exactly what she was thinking.
Looking up, I and my sister... smiled at each other in tacit understanding.
Okay, let’s turn our heads away.
Even after Girls' Generation ended, she is still so inspired. She can understand things beyond her scope just by looking up.
If the legendary basics don’t match the basics, then add something fresh.
It suddenly occurred to her.
"I have an idea."
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