After Wen Shijie returned the cloak, he did not leave.
He waited until Dong Shuang opened the door and took back the cloak before he walked out from the darkness and returned to his meditation room quietly.
"Has it been sent back?" Wen's mother asked, leaning back on the bed.
After two days of recuperation, Wen's mother has recovered a lot, but her body still needs to be nursed back to health.
Wen Shijie stepped forward, tucked the quilt under her, and then replied, "It has been sent back. We deliberately avoided people so that no one would notice."
"You're doing the right thing!"
Mother Wen coughed lightly and said, "Shijie, as human beings, we must learn to be grateful and never repay kindness with hatred. That lady, under such circumstances, was willing to lend a helping hand without despising a dirty, old woman like me. That was a great favor. We must not bring any more shame upon that lady's reputation."
"Yes, son, I remember it."
Wen Shijie responded respectfully.
His mind couldn't help but think of the scene he accidentally saw yesterday when he went to the kitchen to make medicine for his mother, the scene where the lady was verbally humiliated... His eyes unconsciously deepened.
'Dongdong'
At this moment, there was a knock on the door.
He is a little monk.
"Donor, a lady just asked me to bring this bundle over, saying it's for the old lady in the house." The little monk handed over a bundle.
"lady?"
Wen Shijie thought of something, his eyes flickered, and he asked, “But that Madam Shen?”
The young monk shook his head: "I don't know the lady's name."
However, after thinking for a moment, the young monk said, "However, I saw that the lady seemed to have gone to the main hall to worship Buddha. I heard that she would be leaving the mountain today. Perhaps you can go to the main hall to identify her yourself."
"Thank you, little master."
Wen Shijie took the bag and went back to the house.
"Mother, it should be the lady who saved you."
Wen's mother also heard what the little monk said. She said, "Let's see what's inside."
There were two sets of clothes in the bundle. No one knew where they came from. They were not luxurious clothes, but they were very new and thick cotton clothes. One set was for the old lady and the other was for the young man.
And there was a purse sandwiched between the clothes.
Some small change and a few small banknotes.
This is much more convenient than directly giving large silver notes. It can be seen that the person who gave the clothes took their spending into consideration.
Most people in the world are just adding icing on the cake.
But there are very few people who can help others in such a timely manner.
After seeing the contents of the bundle, Wen's mother was so anxious that she almost jumped out of bed. "We can't accept this money. Shijie, quickly take the things and let's go to the front hall of the Buddhist temple..."
at this time.
Inside the main hall of Pufo Temple.
"Amitabha, the donor is kind."
After Yang Zhao worshipped the Buddha devoutly, he asked Dong Shuang to add a large amount of incense oil to the merit box. This made the monk in front of the merit box so happy that he kept chanting "Good, good".
"Why you again?"
But at this moment, a very unhappy voice sounded.
Mrs. Wei, wearing a sable cloak, came out from the inner hall on the left with her maids and servants.
When she saw Yang Zhao, her face was full of annoyance.
Apparently she thought Yang Zhao was 'following' her again.
Dong Shuang hurriedly explained, "My wife is here to worship Buddha and add incense..."
"Hmph, poor excuse!"
Madam Wei didn't believe it at all and looked at Yang Zhao with disgust.
She turned her head and said to the nanny behind her, "Go and add more fragrant oil to the master and the young master."
Afterwards, she instructed the maidservant, "When you return, remember to pat me with pomelo water first, so as not to bring bad luck into the house."
She said this without any reservation.
Everyone in the hall heard it clearly, and it was extremely insulting.
If it were someone else, they would probably be so angry that their face would turn red.
However, Yang Zhao remained calm and composed, as if he had never seen Madam Wei.
She said softly to the angry Dong Shuang, "Let's go."
"lady……"
"Silly girl, what's there to be angry about? The dog is barking at us, and we can't just turn around and bite the dog's fur, right? That wouldn't be bad luck, it would be stupid!"
Winter Frost: “…”
"Puff!"
In the inner hall, a chuckle seemed to be heard.
Madam Wei was stunned at first, then she reacted and her eyes widened with anger, "You..."
Yang Zhao didn't even look at her, turned around and walked out of the hall.
Madam Wei's chest heaved with anger.
However, the nanny who had gone to add incense oil came back at this time and whispered something in her ear, and Mrs. Wei's face suddenly froze.
Yang Zhao didn't care how Mrs. Wei reacted.
Anyway, she didn't really come to please her, she just wanted to use her domineering temper to achieve her own goals. Now that it has been accomplished, why should she endure it and make herself upset?
However, as soon as she walked out of the hall, she saw the mother and son of the Wen family who were hurried over.
"lady!"
With the support of Wen Shijie, Wen's mother hurried forward.
However, when she was a few steps away from Yang Zhao, Wen's mother stopped, and Wen Shijie also let go of the hand that was supporting Wen's mother and silently stepped back a little.
This way you won't offend the female relatives.
"lady……"
"Madam, why are you here?" Yang Zhao spoke almost at the same time as Wen's mother.
In fact, when Yang Zhao saw the bundle in Wen Shijie's hand, she guessed something, but she pretended not to know.
He took off his cloak and put it on Wen's mother, who was still wearing patched clothes.
Wen's mother was flattered and quickly refused: "Madam, this, this is not possible..."
"Old lady, you should know your current health condition yourself. Even if you don't think about yourself, you have to consider your son. I can see that he is a filial son." Yang Zhao said as he tied her cloak.
The warm cloak still on her body brought tears to Wen's mother's eyes.
She understood what Yang Zhao meant.
But how could she bear it?
Mother Wen wanted to say something, but Yang Zhao had already raised his eyes and looked at Wen Shijie who was not far away: "A gentleman in this world should be able to bend and stretch. Take care of your mother first. If you have a promising future, you can repay her generously."
Wen Shijie's grip on the bundle tightened.
He understood what she meant.
"Then I wonder what your husband's surname is? Where does he live?"
He overheard something yesterday, but she never seemed to reveal her identity. He should ask and remember it so that he can repay her in the future.
In this era, after a woman gets married, she seems to have lost her own name and only has her husband's surname! ! !
After hearing this, Yang Zhao stopped talking.
He simply bowed to Wen's mother, then walked down the stone steps outside the main hall and slowly left the Buddhist temple...
And at this time.
An old lady and a tall figure walked out of the inner hall on the right...
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