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Jiang Ke put down the bowl and ran into a monk when he turned around and went out.

Jiang Ke recognized the one who brought him food, performed Buddhist rituals and prepared to go out.

But the monk blocked the door and called Jiang Ke.

Monk: "Donor, please wait a moment. Can you lend me a moment to speak?"

Jiang Ke looked up at him. This monk looked very young. He was wearing a light yellow monk's robe. His clothes were simple, but his eyebrows were very good.

Jiang Ke didn't want to talk to him, but out of politeness, he didn't leave directly and said, "Master, if you have any advice, just tell me."

The monk smiled faintly and glanced at the young monk washing dishes next to him.

The young monk recognized the look, bowed and went out from the side.

Jiang Ke probably made a judgment in his mind. The monk must have seen something.

Jiang Ke sighed silently in his heart, but maybe the monk had good intentions and he still gave him face.

Jiang Ke originally thought that the young monk would say something to persuade him, but in the end he just handed over the beads in his hand, as if to give them to him.

Jiang Ke took it, and there was still some warmth on the bead, which was rubbed until it became smooth and translucent. Judging from the material, it looked a bit like amber, but the color was closer to cinnabar, a bright red.

I don't know if Jiang Ke saw it wrong. When the bead was in the monk's hand, its color was muted and not very eye-catching. As soon as it was in his hand, it felt red and bright and eye-catching.

The monk recited a Buddhist verse: "A thousand years of darkness can be broken by a single lamp."

He lowered his eyebrows and lowered his eyes, and his face still showed a sacred soft light in the dimly lit kitchen. Perhaps it was a psychological effect. Just looking at him made you feel relaxed and calm in your heart.

Jiang Ke was not enlightened enough to understand what this sentence meant.

After the monk finished saying that, he performed Buddhist rituals and left.

The next moment, Vince Ren stepped into the kitchen facing the light.

Seeing Jiang Ke standing blankly in the room and seeing the bead string in his hand, he calmly put the bowl and chopsticks back without asking any questions.

Jiang Ke didn't want to hide it from him. He handed the string of beads to Ren Wensi generously and said, "A monk just gave it to me. I don't know what its use is."

Ren Vince couldn't help but closed the fingers he handed to him and said, "Just keep what he gave you."

Jiang Ke was a little hesitant, but still said directly: "Will it have any impact on you?"

Ren Vince was stunned for a moment, then laughed.

Ren Wensi touched Jiang Ke's curly hair and answered him: "Not all monks are Fahai."

Only then did Jiang Ke realize that he had overthought it, and he also found it a bit funny.

Jiang Ke: "Don't you have to be careful, just in case."

Vince Ren: "There is no such thing as a chance."

Ren Wensi spoke firmly, and the two walked while chatting. Ren Wensi wrapped the beads on his hand four times. The beads were neither big nor small, and they looked like a string of simple decorations.

Jiang Ke wore one around his neck and one on his hand, which felt very girly.

After going down the mountain, Vince Ren went back to pick up the car.

The examination center is quite close to home, more than an hour's drive.

I just happened to catch up with the morning rush hour in the morning and stopped a clock at a viaduct.

On the way, Vince Ren asked: "What are your plans after the exam?"

Jiang Ke was talking to Fang Yun about something, and he replied casually: "Go to southern Tibet. I heard that the starry sky there is very beautiful."

Ren Wensi laughed at him: "Now you can only see the snow. It's easy for heavy snow to close the mountains. The altitude is too high."

Jiang Ke thought for a moment, "Then go to Western Sichuan!"

Ren Vince turned the steering wheel and changed lanes, slightly curling his lips: "Why don't you just run to higher ground?"

Jiang Ke moved his hands quickly and the keyboard beeped, interpreting dual-tasking to the extreme: "Why do you care so much? You won't go."

When Ren Vince heard this, the corners of his raised lips pursed flatly: "Then who are you going to go with?"

Jiang Ke: "San Zhang'er and Meng Er are all roommates in college."

Ren Vince didn't ask any more questions, lightly braked, and stopped steadily along with the car in front.

Jiang Ke played with his phone for a while and felt dizzy.

He stuffed the phone under his butt, closed his eyes, and calmed down for a while.

I felt dizzy for a moment and almost felt sick to my stomach.

Ren Vince handed him some cooling oil and got him a bottle of ice water, asking him to drink some to make his stomach feel better.

Jiang Ke unscrewed the bottle cap and took a few sips. He suppressed his nausea and applied cooling oil obediently, which made him feel better.

Jiang Ke complained: "Why is there such a traffic jam? How long will it take?"

Vince Ren: "Come on, ten minutes."

As soon as he finished speaking, the traffic started to move and they queued up at the toll gate in front.

Ren Vince's car is equipped with ETC, so it is even faster.

After getting off the highway, Vince Ren stepped on the accelerator. The light turned green all the way. Ten minutes later, he parked the car steadily downstairs.

When Jiang Ke got out of the car, his steps were weak and his lips were a little white. He asked Ren Vince: "Does the director have to go to the hospital today?"

Ren Wensi asked if he wanted to carry him upstairs, but Jiang Ke refused.

Ren Wensi took Jiang Ke's large and small bags and answered him: "We'll be there later and I'll take you upstairs first."

Jiang Ke was feeling unwell and was still in the mood to joke: "Yo yo yo, it turns out that my boyfriend is treated differently. It's so considerate."

Ren Vince nodded slightly: "When you take office, you naturally have to perform well."

Jiang Ke was so amused by him that he bumped his shoulder Xuxu, with an unstoppable smile on his face: "The consciousness of a leader is high."

Then he didn't know what he was thinking of, and continued: "Is the African Management Bureau busy recently? It's the end of the month, don't you have any need to boost performance?"

Ren Wensi looked calm: "Yes, I am very busy. The New Year's Eve is the busiest time."

Jiang Ke was a little curious when he heard what he said: "Why do I think you seem to be quite idle?"

Vince Ren: "As long as I lie flat enough, they can't roll me up."

Maybe dogs become cute in the eyes of the beholder. Jiang Ke found Ren Vince's cold humor from time to time quite funny, mainly because some words didn't seem to come out of his mouth.

When Vince Ren said with a serious face that he was a mess, he was filled with joy.

As he spoke, he walked to the door. Ren Vince took the key and opened the door.

After opening the door, Ren Wensi came in first, took two steps, and turned to look at Jiang Ke.

Jiang Ke looked at him, still wondering why he didn't go in and why he was crowding in the entrance hall.

As a result, Ren Vince hit Jiang Ke with a backhand.

Jiang Ke was startled and raised his arm to block it.

Jiang Ke scolded: "You are sick! What are you doing?"

Ren Vince was punched on the chin. If you look carefully, he was still slightly red.

Ren Vince had no choice but to lower his hands and lowered his eyes, like a big dog that had been soaked in water all night.

Ren Vince's voice was low: "I have to rush back to work."

Jiang Ke didn't answer his words and slipped out from under his arm: "Get out of here."

Director Ren, who wanted to ask for a farewell kiss but was met with disgrace, had a bad day at work.