Hua Fei was in a daze and managed to get through the night, but she was somewhat looking forward to where he would take her.
Unexpectedly, he took her to a temple in the suburbs.
The environment here is serene and tranquil; as soon as you step inside, you feel a peace that is different from the mundane world.
It wasn't the weekend, so there weren't many worshippers. As I walked around here, I could feel my mood gradually calming down.
A monk from inside the temple walked towards us.
Upon seeing Huo Beichen, the master stopped, clasped his hands together, and bowed.
Huo Beichen returned the bow.
Then the master continued walking forward.
"Are you very familiar with the monks in the temple?" Hua Fei asked.
"I come here occasionally to add a little sesame oil," Huo Beichen replied.
Hua Fei was puzzled; the Huo Beichen she knew did not have this kind of faith.
Whom did he add the sesame oil for? And why did he add the sesame oil?
After paying their respects at the main hall, Huo Beichen led her to a side hall where deities were enshrined.
"If you have anything to say, you can talk to her," Huo Beichen said, looking at the statue. "I'll wait for you outside."
Hua Fei thought to herself that what she was worried about was something that no one could answer.
Huo Beichen's decision to bring her here shows he put a lot of thought into it.
When in Rome, do as the Romans do. Hua Fei knelt down in front of the statue and looked up at it carefully.
The statue has a kind and compassionate face, and all the suffering in the world can be contained in her presence.
Telling her what's on my mind is also a way for me to vent.
Hua Fei silently closed her eyes and whispered her thoughts and wishes... The statue was still the same statue, but the pressure in her heart was somewhat relieved.
"Huo Beichen, why did you come here?"
After leaving the side hall, they did not leave immediately, but instead strolled around the temple.
"I just happened to be passing by," Huo Beichen replied. "I thought the environment here was nice, so I came in and sat down for a while."
Hua Fei shook her head. "That's not what I'm asking. What I'm asking is, why did you add sesame oil here?"
Huo Beichen's lips curled up slightly. "If there really is a reason, it's that I have money, and I'll split it."
Huafei: ...
He wouldn't tell the truth, so she didn't force him.
“Huo Beichen, I’d like to stay here for a couple of days,” she said, noticing the rooms in the temple for worshippers to stay in. “Call me when the test results are in.”
Before he could speak, she interrupted him, "You don't need to stay with me. I want to be alone for a while."
Huo Beichen is gone.
But he left two assistants behind, who lived next door to Hua Fei's room.
Hua Fei didn't take it seriously. He would either sit in the main hall, wander around the temple, or lie in his room to rest, passing the time according to his mood.
Time seemed to pass very slowly in the temple; she often felt like she had been sitting there for most of the day, when in fact less than two hours had passed.
Turning my head unintentionally, I saw the master I had met earlier smearing ash in a corner of the hall.
He wiped it very carefully, as if he wanted to clean every corner and every crevice of the door panel.
Hua Fei was so engrossed in watching that he unconsciously walked forward.
“Mr. Huo used to come here to do his plastering whenever he had time,” the master suddenly said, but his hands didn’t stop moving.
Hua Fei guessed that Huo Beichen often came here, but she didn't expect him to come here to smear dust.
"Why is he so unsettled?" She realized that her master's method of applying ash was a form of spiritual practice.
It's a form of self-cultivation that forces you to quiet down.
"If it can be said, why bother with cultivation?" the master said calmly.
Hua Fei thought for a moment, then stepped forward, picked up a rag, and began to wipe away the dust little by little, just like her master had done.
This looks simple, but it actually requires a lot of patience, especially the carvings on the door. The gaps are of different sizes and are numerous and complex. To clean them, you have to pick them out little by little.
With each crack that is polished, a little more time passes.
And the anxious mood was gradually calmed down through this repetition.
After a long day of work, Hua Fei had a particularly good appetite that evening.
She ate a lot of congee and side dishes, and then fell asleep as soon as she was exhausted.
There was no time to guess what the test results would be.
Why does Huo Beichen always come to dust off things? Is it to prevent me from thinking about anything...?
...
That evening, the Gu family sat down together for dinner.
Lin Zhibai has also become one of them.
The nanny brought out a large plate of fried meatballs and placed it in front of Liang Mufan... This was Liang Mufan's favorite.
"Auntie, I want Thousand Island dressing, lots and lots of Thousand Island dressing!" Liang Mufan asked, her eyes wide.
"Okay, of course we'll give the young master lots and lots of Thousand Island dressing." The nanny smiled and placed most of a bowl of Thousand Island dressing in front of him.
"Don't call me Young Master, call me Little Cutie," Liang Mufan demanded earnestly.
Everyone laughed.
Gu's mother gently stroked his little head with affection, "Grandma bought a lot of cute treats, all for the little cutie."
Liang Mufan held a fried meatball to Gu's mother's lips, the meatball covered in a thick layer of sauce, "For Grandma to eat."
He would share his favorite foods with his elders without hesitation.
He's always been like this.
However, this ordinary, heartwarming scene today made Gu Fanyan's nose tingle with emotion.
She immediately lowered her eyes, hiding her emotions.
In the evening, she bathed Liang Mufan, told him stories, and played Ludo with him...
"Mom, are you going on a business trip?" Liang Mufan suddenly asked.
"Why do you ask that?" Gu Fanyan asked, puzzled.
“You always spend a long time with me before you go on business trips,” Liang Mufan said, her big eyes filled with reluctance, “and then you’ll be away for a long time.”
The bitterness in Gu Fanyan's heart was completely stirred up, and she hugged Liang Mufan tightly.
From the moment she adopted him, she treated him as her own son.
She couldn't imagine how reluctant and sad she would be to send him back to his biological parents.
"Mommy, don't be sad. Little dumpling is waiting for you at home. I'll be good."
Although Liang Mufan knew nothing, he could sense his mother's emotions.
“Baby…” Gu Fanyan held back her tears and forced a smile, “Mommy believes you will be good, you will always be Mommy’s good baby.”
"Even if something happens, it must be Mom's fault."
Liang Mufan didn't quite understand, and just stared at her with wide eyes.
"Little dumpling." Lin Zhibai walked in at the right moment and picked him up in his arms. "The boy next door is here. He wants to play soccer with you. Do you want to go?"
Gu Fanyan was taken aback.
Lin Zhibai had already carried Liang Mufan out, and Liang Mufan's happy laughter echoed down the corridor.
Hearing him happy always made Gu Fanyan happy too.
However, at this moment, a wave of sadness washed over her amidst her happiness.
Perhaps she will rarely hear his lovely and cheerful laughter again in the future.
A moment later, Lin Zhibai turned back.
Seeing the unusual seriousness in his eyes, she knew that the test results had come out ahead of schedule.
Lin Zhibai sat down next to her.
She immediately felt much more at ease and made up her mind.
“The test results are in, right?” she nodded. “Tell me, whatever the result is, I can handle it.”
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