Black-bellied Emperor Shao: Ex-wife is not allowed to escape

In the middle of the night, the Truffle Temple finally returned to tranquility. All the pilgrims during the day left, leaving a mess and peace all over the place. The Taoist priests were sweeping the steps of the temple with bamboo brooms.

A car under the mountain slowly drove over and parked on the side of the road. A tall man got out of the car and walked slowly up the mountain in the dark.

He was not walking fast, wearing a black overcoat as if he was about to blend into the silent night, he walked halfway up the mountain, and met the Taoist Sansao.

The Taoist bowed to him, as if he didn't understand why he came here in the middle of the night.

Li Baihan returned a salute, and continued to walk up the mountain. There was no noise in the daytime, and the surrounding area seemed very quiet. He walked for more than half an hour, and finally arrived in front of the temple gate.

The gate of the temple was slightly closed, he pushed it open and went in, and was stared at by dozens of pairs of eyes that were so clear that they were not stained with dust.

He met those eyes and wondered why the group of Taoist priests stayed outside in such a cold, instead of going inside to avoid the wind and snow.

He explained the purpose of his visit, and the immortal Taoist priest he saw during the day led him to the inner hall, where incense candles were burning, and there was a strong smell of incense candles.

The old Taoist handed him a marriage bell, "Almsgiver, if this marriage bell is paired with the diamond knot you wove by yourself, it can ensure the life of the person you like is safe and smooth."

Li Baihan lightly grasped the small marriage bell in his palm, and when he moved his hand, it made a clear and sweet sound, which was extremely pleasant to hear.

He humbly asked for advice, "May I ask how to weave the diamond knot?"

The old Taoist brows were gentle, "The diamond knot is not difficult to weave. If the benefactor is willing to learn, he can learn it in half an hour, and then sincerely go to the Bodhisattva to make a blessing."

Li Baihan looked at the glaring god statue in the temple, and sat on the futon with the old Taoist priest, earnestly learning to weave the diamond knot.

The vajra knot he made was crooked and ugly, but he had sincerity and strong belief. When the sky was slightly brighter, he wove the vajra knot, bid farewell to the old Taoist priest, and turned to go down the mountain.

On the second day of the new year, Song Weiwei went out to visit Master Mu Yi, only to learn that Master Mu Yi had a sudden illness last night and entered the hospital, so she hurried to the hospital.

Outside the ward, stood Master Mu Yi's family members. Everyone looked sad and worried. When they saw Song Weiwei arriving, Master Mu Yi's wife came forward to meet them.

"Muyi had a heart attack last night, and the doctor said he's only been around for two days. I wanted to inform you last night, but I was afraid you might be worried, so go in. Your master wants to have a few words with you."

Song Weiwei's heart was empty, she walked into the ward in a daze, as if she was stepping on cotton, everything became so unreal, only the smell of disinfectant in the air reminded her that she would face another parting of life and death.

She walked slowly to the hospital bed, and all the senior brothers and sisters gathered around the hospital bed. Seeing her coming, they stepped aside one after another. Song Weiwei couldn't see anyone at this time, only the old man wearing an oxygen mask on the hospital bed .

He was as thin as a stick, and seemed to have aged ten years in an instant. His complexion was sallow, and his eyes were cloudy and loose. When he saw her coming, he raised his hand.

Song Weiwei quickly walked a few steps to the hospital bed, held the old man's hand, and tears fell down uncontrollably.

"Master..." Just calling out Master, she was so choked up that she couldn't speak, feeling extremely uncomfortable.

She is the closed disciple of Master Muyi. He has taken in many disciples in his life, but this disciple Hui Xinlan accepted in his later years is very intelligent and intelligent.

He taught her all the skills in his body, and he didn't even keep a trace of the bottom-of-the-box skills, because he knew that she was not someone who was greedy for fame and fortune.

Master Mu Yi held her hand tightly, but the old man's strength was limited, even if he had exhausted all his strength, for Song Weiwei, as long as she didn't hold his hand tightly, he would immediately slip down.

"Don't cry, Song Song, people are mortal, so don't be sad." Master Mu Yi looked at her kindly, as kind as when we first met her.

Song Weiwei lowered her eyelids, tears streaming down her face, "Master, why are you so sick, why didn't you tell me?"

"When people are old, they have heart disease. Don't cry, Song Song. Master has taken in so many good disciples from you in this life. I don't regret it." Master Mu Yi patted the back of her hand lightly, but his eyes were extremely peaceful.

He was already mentally prepared to face death, and if he lived to his age, his life would be worthwhile.

Song Weiwei choked up.

Master Mu Yi sighed softly, "Song Song, among so many apprentices, the person I worry about the most is you. You are a stubborn kid, but you are the one I worry about the most, because you always insist on yourself and won't be let down by others." It’s good to stick to your heart despite being shaken by the outside world.”

Song Weiwei closed her eyes, sad emotions overwhelmed her.

"Master, hold on a little longer. My brother is the doctor in charge of Xinwai. He must have a way to save you."

Master Mu Yi shook his head, "Song Song, listen to me, I have passed on my life's skills to you, and after I die, you will take care of all Mu Yi's affairs, and I have nothing under my knees, you Teacher's wife regards you as her own child, and because of our six-year teacher-student relationship, your teacher's wife entrusts you to take care of her."

Song Weiwei nodded desperately, "Master, I will take good care of my wife, but Mu Yi's affairs have senior brothers and sisters, they..."

"They all have their own careers. I hope that Muyi's golden signboard can be carried forward in your hands. Song Song, promise me." The old man looked at her earnestly, as if she would not agree, and he would die with regret.

Song Weiwei felt even more sad, she wiped away her tears, her eyes were firm, "Okay, Master, I promise you that I will pass on Mu Yi and take good care of Master, don't worry!"

The old man closed his eyes and sighed softly, "Go out and ask your teacher's wife to come in, and I'll have a few words of kindness with her."

Everyone left the ward one after another. Song Weiwei stood outside the ward, looking at the snow falling outside the window, her vision gradually blurred.

She remembered that when she met Master Mu Yi in the hospital, she had just woken up from a vegetative state, feeling at a loss and fear of the world.

It was Master Muyi who gave her a hand, which made her have a strong desire for knowledge about something, and made her feel grateful for surviving in a short period of time.

But now, the life mentor who gave her advice back then is about to leave this world. It is not a problem for her to be sad and sad, and there is also a panic that can't step on the ground.

She stared out of the window in a daze, her spirit seemed to have been pulled away from her body, until she heard a shrill cry next to her ear, and her spirit, which could not step on the ground, returned to its place.

She looked blankly at the closed ward, her eyes slowly turned red, and her tears stopped flowing again.

Li Baihan called Song Weiwei as soon as he got off the plane, but the phone was still unanswered, and he had a bad premonition in his heart.

After making more than a dozen phone calls, he called Song Chenchen instead.

Only then did he learn that Song Weiwei's mentor, Master Mu Yi, had a heart attack and was hospitalized last night. He immediately asked the driver to divert to the hospital. When he arrived at the hospital, he saw the woman walking like a corpse in the crowd.

He walked over quickly.

In the corridor, everyone covered their faces and sobbed, but she had a white face with no expression on it, but tears rolled down like broken beads.

She never mourned or cried out, she shed tears silently like that, which made people feel distressed.

Li Baihan strode up to her side, stretched out his hand to embrace her, patted her back with his big hand, lowered his head and kissed her hair, and said in a hoarse voice, "Sorry, I'm late."

The familiar smell of cedar dispelled the cold smell of disinfectant in the hospital. Song Weiwei raised her face, her face was full of tears, and her vision was blurred.

She blinked, and blinked again, before she saw the person clearly.

"Li Baihan, my master is gone." She grabbed his clothes and said these words in a low voice, grief and sorrow came to her heart at the same time, she wailed like a wounded little animal.

Li Baihan's heart ached so much, he put his arms around her waist, and said softly: "Cry, cry hard, and then we will send Master Mu Yi away properly, don't let him worry about it, okay?"

Song Weiwei cried heartbreakingly.

The crying made Li Baihan's heart tighten, his big warm hands stroked her spine back and forth like a cat with frizzy hair, soothing her emotions.

For a while, the corridor was full of crying.

Master Mu Yi is the Taishan Beidou in the sculpture art world. His death shocked the entire art world and the antique world. His name has been on the hot search several times.

Netizens expressed their regrets.

Li Baihan was always by Song Weiwei's company. Master Mu Yi's last wish was not to hold a memorial service. His wife, brothers and sisters obeyed his last wish. After the body was cremated, it was sent directly to the cemetery.

After everything was done, Song Weiwei sent her teacher home. Their villa was in the villa area where Song's house was located. After she settled down, Song Weiwei left the villa.

At dusk, she and Li Baihan were walking on the quiet path by the lake, her eyes were red and swollen, and she looked exhausted.

Li Baihan watched her work hard, and she didn't relax until now. He walked a few steps quickly, walked up to her and squatted down.

"Come up, I'll carry you."

Song Weiwei was startled, she looked around, it was still the second day of the Lunar New Year, everyone was busy visiting relatives and relatives, and there was no one on the road.

She said, "No, I can go by myself."

Li Baihan insisted, "Come up."

After all, Song Weiwei didn't insist on her own opinion. She gently lay on his back, and the man hooked her legs and carried her on his back.

Song Weiwei wrapped her arms around his neck, and pressed her face against his shoulders and neck. The body temperature on the side of his neck was very high, which slowly warmed her cold cheeks.

"Master is very kind to me. He taught me all the unique skills of pressing the bottom of the box, but I failed to carry forward his skills. I am really ashamed of what Master taught me." Her voice was hoarse, full of self-confidence. responsibility.

Li Baihan shook his head, "Song Song, you have done a good job."

"No, I didn't even try hard." Song Weiwei closed her eyes, "I just regarded this technology as a life-saving straw, I didn't regard it as a lifelong career, Master must be very disappointed with me, so he never told me His physical condition."

Li Baihan didn't understand it that way, Master Mu Yi loved her so much that he hid his illness, didn't want to put any pressure on her, and wanted her to be himself.

"Song Song..."

"When I came out of the vegetative state and knew that I had a child, my world was turned upside down at that time. I didn't know how to live. I even wanted to die."

Hearing these words, Li Baihan shuddered all over, froze again, and his expression changed slightly.

"Song Song."

Song Weiwei spoke to herself, not noticing Li Baihan's reaction, "That day I was standing next to the fountain pool, I looked at the pool of water, and wanted to jump in and end it completely. I thought that as long as I died, I wouldn't have to accept such a painful revenge. Jian."

No need to wake up again and again in nightmares, and then open your eyes until dawn, no need to constantly struggle with why Li Baihan suddenly didn't want her, and why did he cooperate with Miao Yiren to harm her?
She admitted that she was very cowardly during that time, and she didn't even dare to look at Chenchen's face, for fear that he would look too much like Li Baihan, and she would resent him crazily.

But she couldn't say these words.

Her voice paused for a while before she said, "Master stopped me. I remember he was holding a magazine in his hand, which was about sculpture. He said he couldn't read English, so I asked me to translate it for him."

The late old man had gentle eyes, as if he did not see her struggle for death, and handed an English magazine to her, asking for her help.

Later she learned that Master Mu Yi graduated from Peking University. In order to understand the history of sculpture in other countries, he is proficient in six languages. If needed, she can help translate.

However, on that day, she was moved by the old man's devotion to the art of sculpture, and she also regained her strong interest in antiques when she was studying with Grandpa Li when she was translating.

She found a goal in her life, gradually came out of that decadent state of mind, and she faced life, herself and the future again.

Master Muyi not only taught her carving skills, but also brought her back from the brink of death and gave her a new life.

Li Baihan's palms trembled. When he saw her again, she still carried a strong aura of world-weariness. Many times, he could even feel that she didn't love the world.

But he never thought that she had sought death back then.

His eyes were hot, and his hands slowly clenched into fists. He couldn't suppress the fear in his heart, "Song Song, now, now you..."

"The most difficult time is over, how can I make things difficult for myself?" Song Weiwei closed her eyes, "I never thought that life would be worse than death, and I don't want to make people who love me sad, and I don't want Chenchen to become an orphan , I grew up alone like that, and I don't want him to grow up like me alone again."

"Song Song, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I..." Li Baihan's voice was so hoarse that he walked forward silently with her behind his back.

I don't know how long it took before he spoke again, "I'm sorry, I was wrong. I shouldn't have treated you like that back then. Can you forgive me?"

After Li Baihan said this, he waited anxiously. He knew that today was not a good time for a showdown. Song Weiwei had just sent her master away, and she was still in a state of great grief.

But he didn't want to keep it a secret anymore, even if she refused to forgive him, he would still tell her, and then he would do everything in exchange for her forgiveness.