The president is committing suicide

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The past times and past events can only be talked about with people from the past.

It took two hours to walk all the way to Kaihua Temple, but Ding Jiaying didn't even feel the time was boring.

As long as we don’t talk about the present, the past will always be beautiful from a distance.

The Zen temple is hundreds of years old, with towering ancient trees and a steady stream of incense. The Zen masters walk leisurely, and even the pilgrims are at ease.

Ding Jiaying unconsciously slowed down her pace and remained silent.

Kneeling in front of the temple, Ding Jiaying realized that she had no wishes and did not want to trouble the gods with her troubles. So she made a wish for world peace.

When she came out, Chen Mi asked her what wish she had made.

She told the truth. Chen Mi was silent for a moment: "Is there nothing in this world worth wanting?"

"It's not that they don't deserve it, it's just that I don't want anything right now." Ding Jiaying herself also felt that it was a bit wrong to have no interest in anything. "Maybe when I was young, I wanted too much and too eagerly, but now I don't want it that much."

Chen Mi wanted to say something, but Ding Jiaying said softly, "The Buddha is very busy, let's go for a walk."

The pilgrims came in twos and threes in the rain, their shoulders and clothes were all wet.

They have come from far away with such sincerity, let them tell the Buddha in detail about their troubles and wishes.

There is a stone wall behind the temple, which is said to be the place where eminent monks meditated facing the wall a thousand years ago.

The stone tablet at the corner of the wall says that the stairs and the small house were built later. The Zen master walked into the narrow space in the rock and sat facing the wall. No matter the wind, rain, frost or snow, his firmness of mind is admirable.

"Don't you want to know what wish I made just now?" Chen Mi suddenly said.

Ding Jiaying felt it was a bit funny to discuss this issue in such a solemn and profound place that makes people feel that the world is vast and distant.

She shook her head slightly, honestly indicating that she was not interested.

Chen Mi was frustrated. He was not a person who was willing to believe others and pin his fate on some illusory things. But today, the wish he made in front of the Buddha was related to the person in front of him.

Her rejection was so frank and cruel.

But Chen Mi could no longer press on.

He followed her gaze and saw the small house on the stone wall was cute and exquisite.

"Do you know that Maitreya is the Buddha of the future?" Ding Jiaying broke the silence between the two.

"heard about it."

"He represents knowledge, wisdom and joy."

"how?"

"Compared to knowledge, I think the most important thing is happiness. A mentality, an optimistic and open-minded mentality. Just like Lao Zhang's ex-wife, now the owner of the store. She has her own daughter, her own house, her own job, and she is far away from the scumbag. The future must be good."

"why?"

"The appearance of Maitreya Buddha says it all. Face the future with a smile on your face. Don't overthink."

Suddenly the rain fell harder, hitting the umbrella with a bang.

There was the sound of rain and thunder, and the trees on the mountains were in harmony with it.

Ding Jiaying and Chen Mi looked at each other through the rain curtain and suddenly smiled.

The past and the future, the two of them smiled and forgot about each other at this point in time.

Ding Jiaying didn't know why she was on this mountain, in a corner of the temple, in the rain waterfall that isolated her from the rest of the world, at this time.

The pilgrims who were taking shelter from the rain under the eaves looked at the two men standing there and smiling at each other like fools.

"My two benefactors, the rain has gotten heavy. Please go to the main hall to take shelter from the rain." The big monk who was called over comforted the pilgrims and walked over to them.

Ding Jiaying then pulled Chen Mi into the main hall.

It was raining hard and windy, and Ding Jiaying's clothes and shoes were soaked, and she felt very cold.

There were many people taking shelter from the rain in the main hall. Ding Jiaying was surprised to realize that there were many more people going up the mountain in this weather than she had imagined.

The big monk found towels for everyone to dry and also made tea for them.

Chen Mi went to get two cups and handed her one.

There were not enough stools, so the master asked everyone to sit on cushions.

A group of people sat at the feet of the Buddha, looking at the crackling rain outside the door that was washing the world mercilessly.

The rumbling thunder drowned out the sound of Master chanting peacefully.

Ding Jiaying felt peaceful, a long-lost peace.

It’s more peaceful than sitting by the lake alone.

Amid the rumbling world and the chaos of human voices bubbling like tepid water in a pot, Ding Jiaying found the long-lost simplicity.

"What are you laughing at?" Chen Mi felt that she was particularly cheerful today, and her whole body looked clear and bright.

Ding Jiaying smiled and said, "We have been hanging around here for a long time dressed like this, standing in the rain like idiots, and no one asked us any questions. Don't you think it's interesting?"

Chen Mi didn't understand why.

If Shen Cong were here, what would he say?

The last time he said something so inexplicable, Shen Cong said, "There aren't that many viewers in the world, and we don't need to be responsible for that many people. Wouldn't it be a lot easier if you think about it this way?"

At that time, Ding Jiaying thought that this person was pretending to be profound, but it turned out that this was the most honest truth.

They listened to the chanting in silence and waited for the rain to stop, drinking cup after cup of tea.

It was getting dark when we went down the mountain.

There was no shop in the temple, so the two men, who had missed lunch, ate five sausages on the way down the mountain.

When Ding Jiaying arrived at her doorstep, she saw Shen Cong and Shen Heng standing at the door, apparently waiting for her.

What's that look? It's like she's a good wife who caught her husband cheating on her. What a pity!

"Why are you here?" Chen Mi asked before Ding Jiaying could say anything, slightly blocking her with his body.

Shen Cong, whose vision was blocked, looked unhappy: "It has nothing to do with Mr. Chen."

Chen Mi's defense against Shen Cong almost became instinct: "I am Aying's friend, and you are her ex-husband who has been divorced. You should know your own limitations and stop pestering her."

Divorced husband?

This inexplicable word successfully ignited Shen Cong's anger.

He took a step forward and looked directly at Ding Jiaying: "Aying, what do you think?"

The look in his eyes reminded her of his question.

Today, she still hadn't figured out her future choices in front of the Buddha.

I also didn't want him to know that I was thinking about him even when I got to the mountain today.

She turned away her eyes in a helpless manner: "I am very tired today and want to go back to rest. Goodbye."

After saying that, he fled back to his home and locked the door.

Behind the closed door was an undercurrent of war between two men.

"How do you know Aying's new address?" Chen Mi was the first to ask.

Shen Cong refused to give in: "It's definitely more legal than your method."

"I hope you won't come and harass Aying, otherwise I will be rude to you."

"Childish. What can you do to me?"

"He brought the child with him. His methods were vicious."

"If you have the ability, you can bring it too."

Shen Heng couldn't listen any longer: "You two adults, can you please stop talking so childishly?"

"Shut up!" they both said in unison.

Shen Heng touched his belly and said, "You guys keep quarreling, I'm going home to eat."

After saying that, he turned around and prepared to go up the stairs.

"You live upstairs?" Chen Mi's eyes widened.

"Yeah, we just moved, and it's far away from the school. I have to get up early tomorrow or the driver will be stuck in traffic again." Shen Heng complained in a low voice.

Shen Cong took his hand and said, "Didn't I tell you not to talk to strangers? Who knows what bad intentions they have."

Chen Mi stared at the fire door that was closing and shaking and gritted his teeth: "Cunning!"