What is a treasure in the eyes of the Indians is a weed in the eyes of Song Suo. …
Song Shuo kept talking about how bad Mi Jing was, saying that this should be changed and that something should be added. Are you afraid of losing face, so you don't want to speak up? It's okay, I'm not afraid of losing face, I will speak for you.
Mi Jing: “…”
He couldn't bear to listen any longer: "What on earth do you want to do here?"
Song Shuo's mouth, which had been opening and closing, suddenly closed. His eyes looked around dishonestly and his hands were rubbing together.
Mi Jing looked at him and already had some ideas in his mind.
After a while, Song Shuo finally asked hesitantly, "Monk, what do you think of my personality?"
Mi Jing's eyes widened slightly. Too insidious.
Song Shuo must have come here to set a trap for him, because he knew he couldn't tell lies.
Mi Jing deeply believed that he was being persecuted.
But Mi Jing had dealt with so many people before, so he was not afraid of a little Song Suo. After a pause, he replied, "Everyone has their own opinions on personality. My opinion is not the opinion of the person in your heart. It's just a waste of words for you to ask me. Why don't you tell me why you ask me this question first?"
Song Shuo narrowed his eyes: "You just don't want to answer me."
Mi Jing blinked and saluted him with one palm: "Amitabha."
Song Shuo: “…”
Facing such a sincere and calm person, even Song Shuo couldn't make a fuss. He was silent, took a deep breath, and the expression on his face gradually became calm.
Yajing put his hand down and waited for him.
After looking up again, Song Shuo changed the question and didn't seem so embarrassed: "When did you decide to stay here?"
After hearing this question, Mi Jing changed his posture slightly: "When I am sure that there are people in the Zhenbei Army who will go the same way as me, and the King of Zhenbei is also willing to take this road."
Song Shuo glanced at him and didn't comment on what was wrong with his path.
Song Shuo actually disagreed with Mi Jing's ideas. He felt that Mi Jing was naive and that he was burdened with too many things. Being a politician and a monk are two different things, but Mi Jing wanted to do both well. That was impossible. If he tried to do both, both would be mediocre. Only by choosing one side could he bring the other side to its fullest.
As a politician, Mi Jing had to turn a blind eye to the killings in the Zhenbei Army. Sometimes it was not a war, but someone made a mistake. Then the rules would be followed by a military stick. Some people died after the military stick. Mi Jing still couldn't say anything about this kind of killing. He had to endure all these torments. As a monk, he couldn't just consider the thoughts of his superiors and the lives of the people. He also had to take care of his own people, that is, the Buddhist disciples. No one could be absolutely fair, not to mention that everyone had a different sense of fairness. However, Mi Jing was protected by everyone. He didn't have to worry about his own safety. He only had to worry about whether he could withstand the accusations of his conscience when the night was quiet.
Song Shuo used to dislike Mi Jing because he thought he was dreaming, but gradually he found that Mi Jing was really determined to walk on this path, and no matter whether the ending was a happy one or a disastrous one, he would bear it all by himself.
After figuring this out, Song Shuo stopped being sarcastic to Mi Jing. He also controlled his desire to criticize and asked Mi Jing again, "What if one day you want to leave Zhenbei Army? What do you think is the reason?"
Mi Jing frowned.
"I don't know. There are too many possible reasons, but if it's the person you have in mind, I guess... he may have other things to do."
Song Shuo: “……!”
He instantly got furious and looked at Mi Jing as if he was a thief: "I didn't say who it was!"
Mi Jing looked at him: "But who else in the Zhenbei Army would you care about whether he stays or leaves?"
Song Shuo: “…………”
His whole face was frozen, and after a long while, he said helplessly and furiously: "You can't tell anyone else!"
Mi Jing paused for a moment and replied, "I'll try my best."
Song Shuo's expression was distorted.
He screamed and reached over the table to grab Mi Jing's collar, "No! You can't, you can't say a word to anyone! You are a monk, you, you have to keep this a secret for me!"
Mi Jing's collar was wrinkled by him, and the back of his neck was also strangled. Mi Jing surrendered to Song Suo, and while saving himself, he said: "When have you ever heard of a monk who keeps secrets for others? If you don't want me to tell others, you shouldn't have told me in the first place."
Song Shuo shook Mi Jing madly: "I didn't tell you in the first place, you guessed it yourself, you are not allowed to say it, you are not allowed to say it, do you hear me!!!"
Mi Jing was so dizzy from being shaken by him that he couldn't help but said in a slightly louder voice: "Why!"
Song Shuo almost put his forehead on Mi Jing's bald head: "Because you said that, he can't leave!!!"
Mi Jing was startled, and Song Suo was also startled. Slowly, Song Suo let go of Mi Jing's collar. He sat back down and spoke in a much lower voice: "I can't understand why he wants to leave, but if he really wants to leave, I don't think others should stop him. He is different from you and me. I have my own ambitions and a family that I can't give up. You have a tragic past and a world situation that must be changed. What does he have?"
Achievements are useless to him, and he can entrust his family to others when necessary. He seems to be greedy and enjoys life, but if he doesn't have anything, he can still live.
If what you own is worthless, you have nothing.
When Lian Mijing guessed the reason why Xiao Rong left, his first reaction was that he had other things to do. He thought so because Mijing believed that Xiao Rong stayed here because he also had things to do here.
It may be difficult to see the difference in one or two days, but after a month or two, or a year or two, one can always detect the urgency in Xiao Rong, the feeling that he must complete a task.
Mi Jing was stunned by Song Shuo's question. After a while, he replied, "He has you and me."
Song Suo stared at him and asked again: "Are our weight enough to make him stay?"
Mi Jing: “…” Not enough.
Mi Jing didn't answer, and Song Shuo stopped talking. He lowered his head, looking a little aggrieved. He was puzzled and reluctant, but if this was what Xiao Rong wanted, he would take a step back and let go to support him.
Song Shuo felt that he had made too great a sacrifice and there would be no friend in the world more caring than him.
But when Mi Jing looked at him, he began to feel worried.
Song Shuo didn't realize that this matter had nothing to do with him or Mi Jing. The two of them played a very small role. When there was a mountain in front of him, Xiao Rong didn't care about these two little dirt bags at all. ...
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