Chapter 62
"Dictionary? Dictionary?"
"Hmm?" Wen Cishu was in a trance, his eyes focused.
Wen Minghui looked at his son's face carefully, feeling a little worried.
"If you don't feel well, don't go out with us."
The two elders rarely come to Rongcheng, so they are preparing to go out to the temple.
Wen Cishu said he would accompany them, along with Bo Yiming.
But he was absent-minded when he had breakfast in the morning.
He was still thinking about what happened last night and this morning...
Wen Cishu felt Bo Tingyuan hugging him and kissing him in a daze. The airtight kiss was like a warm breeze in the hot summer, wrapping him tightly.
Although he was half asleep and half awake at the time, but now thinking back carefully, Bo Tingyuan didn't seem to have any obvious physiological reaction.
Over the years, they slept in separate rooms, so Wen Cishu naturally knew nothing about Bo Tingyuan's situation; but he still vaguely remembered the honeymoon period when they got married ten years ago.
——Of course Bo Tingyuan has no physiological problems, otherwise he would not have a little monkey.
There seemed to be two little guys fighting against each other in Wen Cishu's brain.
First, I felt it was ridiculous. How could someone suddenly speculate about Bo Tingyuan like this?
The second is that I feel uneasy and start to have more and more wild thoughts about that.
The original book mentioned a hidden illness, but Bo Tingyuan never told anyone about it until his death.
“Mild separation anxiety”, is it just an excuse to fool him?
Wen Cishu was in a state of confusion, so it was natural for him to be distracted easily. Seeing that his father was worried, he took a deep breath and suppressed his messy thoughts.
"No, maybe I was too happy yesterday and didn't sleep well. I'll just take a nap when I get home in the afternoon."
He stood up with the help of the sofa, "Let's go, let's go out." He turned around and asked, "Where's Yiming?"
The two elders looked at each other and became even more worried.
Because Bo Yiming was sitting on another sofa.
He raised his arms silently and began to care about his little father's condition like his grandparents.
"Little dad, how about I stay at home with you and rest?"
Wen Cishu was stunned for a moment, then looked at his parents' eyes and said quickly, "Oh, it's really okay. I'm an adult, don't worry about me."
The family of four went out, accompanied by Aunt Zhong and Uncle Xu, as well as bodyguards and drivers, and they drove out in three cars in total.
Before leaving, Uncle Xu sent a message to inform the eldest young master.
As soon as Wen Cishu got in the car, he received a WeChat message from Bo Tingyuan.
Bo Tingyuan: [How about I ask Uncle Xu to arrange for us to have lunch outside? 】
Wen Cishu has no objection.
The old couple came in a hurry this time and have to leave tomorrow.
Zhu Qianya is a professor of literature at a liberal arts college, specializing in foreign literature. As the school term is about to start, there are many things to do at school.
Wen Minghui seems to have free time as he runs his business, but in fact his eldest son is taking over the company and he has to be busy for several days even when he returns home.
Wen Cishu: [What about you? 】
Since the last time, Uncle Xu hired a chef to prepare meals near the company. He would plan the meals a week in advance and let Wen Cishu take a look at them.
Without a second thought, he withdrew the message.
Because after sending it, he immediately understood what he meant - he wanted to see Bo Tingyuan.
How much time do you have at noon today? 】
Bo Tingyuan: [More than an hour]
Wen Cishu carefully typed: [I think it’s rare for my parents to come over, so maybe the next time we meet will be during the Spring Festival. Otherwise, we can book a restaurant near the company and you can come and eat with us, okay? 】
【Yiming is also here】
Bo Tingyuan: [Hmm]
Wen Cishu breathed a sigh of relief, and his hand holding the phone fell on his legs. Only then did he notice that the little monkey next to him was staring at him with a "weird" look.
He quickly put his arm around his son's shoulders and asked affectionately, "What's wrong, baby?"
Bo Yiming pointed at his phone, looking puzzled: "Little Dad, who are you messaging? Why are you so serious?"
It’s ok that the big dad always has a serious face, but the little dad must never become like that.
He felt terrified just thinking about it.
Wen Cishu smiled and pinched his face: "It's your big dad. We were talking about lunch."
"Have a meal?"
Zhu Qianya turned her head to look at her son, "Just have the vegetarian meal in the temple. Don't make any other arrangements, it's too troublesome."
"Vegetarian meal?"
Wen Cishu then remembered to ask, "Mom, which temple are we going to?"
"Yongning Zen Temple."
Zhu Qianya looked at his grandson next to him suspiciously, "Yiming, your little dad has never been there?"
"No."
Bo Yiming tilted his head, acted cutely towards his grandmother, and blinked adorably.
"During the Chinese New Year, my grandfather and I always go to burn incense."
"Huh?" Wen Cishu was confused, "Your great father still goes to the temple to burn incense?"
This, this, this...
Bo Tingyuan is a Chinese-French mixed-race person. He brought a little mixed-race child to worship Buddha during the New Year?
Why did it sound more magical than what he was thinking in his mind?
Wen's dictionary is completely unable to connect Bo Tingyuan, a calm and rational man who grew up in France, with the temple.
Wen Minghui was also surprised: "We talked about Yongning Temple and the dictionary so many times just now, didn't you hear anything?"
"I was distracted."
Wen Cishu lowered his head silently: "Then I will talk to Tingyuan now and see if he has time so that we can have a vegetarian meal together."
Wen Minghui said, "Hasn't Tingyuan been at home for several days and hasn't been to the company? If he has a lot of things to do, you don't have to accompany him. Let him be busy."
Zhu Qianya nodded: "Yes."
Wen Cishu curled his lips: Well, it’s your good son who doesn’t care about others and you have to drag him out to eat.
He quickly sent a message to Bo Tingyuan to inform him of the new arrangements.
Bo Tingyuan: [I arrived one hour late]
Although Wen Cishu was very curious about what it would be like to see Bo Tingyuan walk into the temple, he was also afraid that he was indeed busy.
[My parents said you are busy and don’t need to accompany us. 】
Bo Tingyuan: [I want to see you]
Wen Cishu slumped back in the leather seat, trying to decide whether to smile or not at the words on the screen of his mobile phone.
It has to be said that Chinese characters are the most beautiful characters in the world, no doubt about it!
After hearing what Bo Tingyuan said, he naturally did not take it lightly and responded enthusiastically:
[Me too, see you later!] 】
After Wen Cishu replied, he turned his head and saw the little monkey staring at him again, with a kind of "wisdom" in his eyes that seemed to see through everything.
"Why do you always observe me like this? Isn't Little Daddy your best friend?"
Bo Yiming leaned into his father's arms and snorted, "Of course my best friend is Little Daddy, but Little Daddy's best friend seems to be Big Daddy."
The two elders heard it from a distance and couldn't help but smile.
Wen Cishu smiled and ruffled his hair, then combed it.
After all, he is the result of the joint efforts of his two fathers. He becomes more and more handsome the more you look at him.
He leaned over and gave his son a kiss on the head.
"Then let's not be good friends. You are daddy's only little baby."
Bo Yiming: Huhu~~~~~~~
The invisible little tail was shaking wildly.
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Yongning Zen Temple.
Bo Tingyuan asked his assistant to come and make arrangements in advance. The abbot was not there today as he was attending a Buddhist conference, so another master from the temple came to receive him.
Yongning Temple is not big. The ancient trees in the middle are lush and green like a canopy, blocking out the sun and providing cool shade.
Wen Cishu took the little monkey by the hand and asked him in detail about his previous visit.
Bo Yiming explained the route to the entrance and specifically said, "Grandfather will go to the side hall to worship the Buddha, and let me worship as well."
He said it as a matter of course, but Wen Cishu was very surprised.
He subconsciously glanced at the bamboo bracelet on his hand, and seemed to understand why Bo Tingyuan asked him to wear it all the time. Sometimes, when Bo Tingyuan held his wrist, he would touch it lightly to make sure it was still there.
When Bo Yiming followed his grandfather to another place, Wen Cishu asked his mother softly.
"Mom, did you and my dad know that Ting Yuan often came to the temple?"
Zhu Qianya guessed that either Ting Yuan kept silent and never mentioned the matter; or he mentioned it once, but Ci Shu was not in good condition in the past few years and did not take it to heart.
She glanced at her son who was distracted from time to time and lowered her voice: "Have you forgotten everything?"
"Um?"
Wen Cishu stood closer, "Mom, please stop playing tricks and tell me the whole story, okay?"
Zhu Qianya sighed and slowly said, "You got pregnant with Yiming unexpectedly. When we heard about it, we were so worried that we thought the Bo family wanted to keep an heir, so we went to question Tingyuan. How angry were your father and brother? They handed you over to the Bo family, but suddenly you said you wanted to have a child. They almost got into a fight. Later we found out that you insisted on keeping the child and threatened Tingyuan not to let him get close. We talked to you alone, hoping that you would give up the child, but you threatened us with suicide as well."
"There is really no other way. Tingyuan can only invite doctors from home and abroad to be on standby at any time. The doctors' responses are very... They all asked us to make thorough preparations. As for the Yongning Temple that Tingyuan donated by chance, it was Li Yun who told us later that it was when you just had a moment of fame. I think he was also helpless, so he came to ask for help from the Bodhisattva."
Wen Cishu was extremely shocked.
His memory of that period was vague, and he had no memory of "threatening others with suicide" at all.
If we have to trace it back carefully, it seems that he lost control of his own consciousness after his honeymoon with Bo Tingyuan.
He still had some memories of their intimate contact during their honeymoon, but then it seemed to be gone.
It was as if he had blacked out after drinking too much, completely blank.
Somehow, Wen Cishu realized that he was like a tool chosen by the author of the original book as a "fertility villain" and his consciousness was completely sealed.
Everything is centered around the goal of "giving birth to a villain." When he feels that someone, no matter who it is, is going to harm the baby in his belly, he will fight for his life.
Wen Cishu felt deeply scared:
Obviously, if the author of the original book had not made other arrangements, there is a high probability that he would die immediately after giving birth to the "villain".
Seeing that he must have really forgotten, Zhu Qianya patted the back of her son's hand and comforted him, "It's okay if you forget. There's nothing to remember. I see that Ting Yuan didn't mention it, so he definitely doesn't want you to remember it."
She slapped her lips twice with her palms and said, "It's me who shouldn't have said that today."
If a person can truly and completely forget the painful memories, it is actually a special kind of luck.
"Mom. Don't say that."
Wen Cishu reached out and hugged his mother, "I must have made you very worried over the years, right?"
Zhu Qianya looked at her son's handsome features and smiled, "It's all over. As long as you stay healthy, everything will be fine."
Afterwards, Wen Cishu followed his parents to worship the Bodhisattva in the temple, and was then invited by the master to a special room.
Wen Cishu stood on the vermilion windowsill of the wing room, looking at the ancient trees in the courtyard.
Probably because it was a weekday, the people who came to the temple to burn incense were all middle-aged and elderly pilgrims, most of whom carried the temple's cloth bags filled with fresh fruits and flowers.
When a familiar voice appeared, Wen Cishu looked back.
Bo Tingyuan was dressed in a black suit and had a tall and slender figure.
On the black mask, a pair of sharp thick eyebrows are particularly eye-catching, and the green eyes behind the lenses are dyed with the dark green of ancient trees, as calm as an ancient well.
Such a person who was out of place in the temple was actually standing in the corridor.
Wen Cishu felt a little dazed and sighed. How difficult it must have been for a person who grew up abroad to end up like this?
He couldn't help feeling a little sad.
Bo Tingyuan glanced at her indifferently, and the person as gentle as jade was imprinted in his eyes.
It was the first time that he discovered that Wen Cishu's elegant temperament could unexpectedly blend in with the Zen tranquility of the temple.
"Big Daddy?!" Bo Yiming leaned out of the window, "Come here quickly, let's have a vegetarian meal."
Wen Cishu regained his consciousness and looked at Bo Tingyuan who was walking towards him. He curved his eyebrows slightly and signaled him to go into the room quickly.
When Bo Tingyuan passed by the windowsill, he quickly reached out and rubbed the back of his hand, then let go and came in through the door.
Wen Minghui greeted, "Tingyuan is here, let's eat. I think today's vegetarian food is particularly delicious."
Bo Tingyuan took off his mask and put it in his suit pocket.
Wen Cishu couldn't help but smile when he saw his little movements.
Even though Mr. Bo is a big shot in the business world and has a cool and elegant temperament, he still has to wear a mask.
"Hmm?" Bo Tingyuan asked in a low voice when he saw him smiling.
As he approached, he raised his hand and unbuttoned a button on his suit.
The small square table was originally intended for four adults to sit on each side, with Bo Yiming squeezing in.
But Bo Tingyuan pulled Wen Cishu to sit aside and reminded his son to sit alone: "Yiming, sit down and eat."
Bo Yiming was just about to squeeze in with the younger father, but the older father got there first.
"Okay~"
Anyway, Big Daddy hasn’t met Little Daddy yet today, so he wasn’t unwilling at all.
Under the table, Bo Tingyuan held Wen Cishu's right hand, rubbing it back and forth with his fingertips. He did not let go until Uncle Xu brought the vegetarian dishes to the table.
The family sat around the square table, leisurely savoring vegetarian and vegetarian meals, and chatting about tomorrow's plans and family matters.
After dinner.
Wen Cishu followed Bo Tingyuan to the side hall and knelt down to worship the Bodhisattva.
The two men knelt on the mats, and Wen Cishu quietly looked at Bo Tingyuan, who was standing beside him with his eyes closed and his head lowered, with his hands clasped together.
This is a man who always remains calm and reliable no matter how tough the storms he has been through.
For a moment, Wen Cishu felt complicated and conflicted. He could only close his eyes tightly and pray devoutly in his heart.
"Please bless him to live a peaceful and healthy life."
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