The eldest daughter is committing suicide, and the marriage partner comes to redeem her

"Are you feeling unwell?"

"It's okay, let's go."

Shen Zhiyan looked at Jiang Ruoli and naturally saw the hesitation on her face.

She hooked Jiang Ruoli's arm and said in a delicate voice, "The voice you heard this morning was Mr. Li."

Jiang Ruoli hadn't intended to ask, but he didn't expect Shen Zhiyan to say it herself.

Mr. Li, who else could it be except Li Yanzhou? They were all adults, and they knew what it meant to show up so early in the morning.

But...when did these two get together?

No, it must be that Li Yanzhou had planned for a long time to deceive her innocent Yanyan.

"Li Yanzhou?"

"Well, there were some incidents between him and me anyway, so I might have to quit my job."

An indescribable emotion flashed across the woman's soft almond-shaped eyes. It was obvious that her mind was like a tangled ball of wool, messy and confused.

Jiang Ruoli's eyes fell on the marks on Shen Zhiyan's delicate skin that were not completely covered. Just as he was about to ask something, another voice came from above the stairs.

Forget it, if she doesn’t want to say more, I won’t force her.

"Isn't this Yanyan?"

Shen Zhiyan grew up in Qingshan Temple, and all the masters in the temple knew her. Seeing two fair-skinned girls standing at the entrance of the temple, she took a closer look and realized that they were her own girls.

"Master Jingyun, long time no see."

"Come to see your grandma? She went to the back hill to water the vegetable garden. I guess she will be back soon."

Shen Zhiyan nodded obediently, "I just came here with Lili today to take a walk and breathe the fresh mountain air."

"Okay, then remember to stay for a bowl of vegetarian noodles at noon. Today's bean sprouts are very fresh."

Jiang Ruoli replied with a smile: "Okay!"

The air in the mountains is very fresh. The air is filled with the smell of burning incense mixed with the natural fragrance of grass and trees, which cleanses the soul.

It allows people to temporarily put aside worldly worries and troubles.

The two took the incense, lit it in front of the main hall, bowed devoutly, and then inserted it into the incense burner. As soon as they came out from the back of the main hall, they saw an old man wearing a dark brown robe and carrying an empty kettle passing by not far away.

Shen Zhiyan waved her hand and blurted out, "Grandma."

The old man turned his head and squinted his blurry eyes. The moment he saw clearly, his brows were instantly filled with joy.

"It's my Ah Yan who's here. Aren't you busy today? I heard that Mr. Li has returned from Hong Kong City."

Grandma knew that Shen Zhiyan went to work in Liyuan.

Not wanting to worry her grandmother, she took the empty kettle from the old lady with an unnatural expression.

"Well, Mr. Li is busy with work and can't take care of me."

"Even if it's for your Aunt Wanhua's sake, you still have to work hard, understand?"

"I know, Grandma."

Jiang Ruoli knew that Shen Zhiyan didn't want to say more, so he followed her and said softly:

"Grandma Shen, how come you haven't seen me even though I've been standing here for so long?"

After Shen Zhiyan's grandmother got married, she added her husband's surname before her own name, which was not uncommon in that era, so the younger generations like them got used to calling her Grandma Shen.

The old lady looked at the playful Jiang Ruoli and smiled even more. She held the hands of the two children affectionately and said, "Ali is here today too. You are not a good boy. You haven't come to see grandma for a long time."

Jiang Ruoli stuck out his tongue and said coquettishly: "I just got married, so I'm very busy~ I came with Yanyan to see you today~"

At the critical moment, we still have to rely on Pei Zi's return as an excuse.

It’s easy to use and doesn’t cost money.

The old man was just joking, how could he bear to really blame you.

"Since you are here, go to the Sutra Library and copy the Heart Sutra a few times before leaving."

Shen Zhiyan had been asked to copy scriptures since she was a child, so she was used to it. Today, she was in a state of emotional turmoil, and she really needed to copy the scriptures a few times to calm down. Even without her grandmother's advice, she was going to do so.

There is a special area on the first floor of the Sutra Library of Qingshan Temple for tourists who come into the mountain to burn incense. There are many kinds of Buddhist scriptures on the area, all donated by kind-hearted people.

If you are interested and have time, you can sit down and copy scriptures. Tea service is also provided.

Today is not the weekend, so there are not many people in the Sutra Library right now.

As soon as he stepped into the door, Jiang Ruoli walked towards the tea bar, while Shen Zhiyan was about to walk towards the table in the corner. The personalities of the two were obvious.

"Yanyan, what do you want to drink?"

Jiang Ruoli lowered his voice and looked at the handwritten tea menu.

"It will be all right."

As soon as he finished speaking, the young boy who was copying scriptures at the small table at the front desk raised his head.

"Shen Zhiyan?"

The woman whose name was called paused, and when she saw the boy's face clearly, she smiled:

"Xiaomigu, why are you here? Don't you have to go to school?"

Jiang Maigu was a child adopted by the temple. According to the old master in the temple, it was a cold year with ice and snow, the coldest time in Jiangcheng in ten years. As soon as she opened the temple gate in the morning, she found a baby crying loudly at the door, so pitiful.

After calling the police, they couldn't bear it anymore, so the temple took care of Jiang Maigu on their behalf.

Later, when Jiang Maigu grew up and needed a household registration to go to school, the abbot of the temple formally went to the police station to handle the formalities and adopted Xiaomaigu.

Xiaomaigu grew up in a temple and was raised by a group of masters.

He had been naughty since he was young and would get into fights every few days. Once, a kid from the mountain called Jiang Maigu a sissy who grew up in a group of nuns. Jiang Maigu rushed up to them without saying a word and started fighting with them.

Shen Zhiyan went down the mountain to the store to secretly buy some grilled sausages and happened to see this scene.

She was a few years older than him and had a soft personality. Unexpectedly, she would scold him directly that time and lecture the son of the convenience store owner like a little adult, making him blush.

Finally, the brother and sister each took a sausage and returned to the temple.

Although Jiang Maigu had been a slacker since childhood, he had always had good grades and was admitted to Jiangcheng University.

But after growing up, he and Shen Zhiyan saw each other less often and were not as close as before.

"I'm preparing for the postgraduate entrance exam, so I came to the temple to have some peace and quiet. I'll also help the master chef and look after the tea room."

"What would you like to drink?"

Jiang Ruoli pointed to a spot on the tea menu and said, "Let's have a pot of Bailan Oolong."

As she spoke, she opened the payment code and handed it over.

Jiang Maigu waved his hands quickly.

"No need to pay. If I dare to take your money today, the chef will come and break my legs. Go find a seat."

Shen Zhiyan did not refuse. She smiled and took Jiang Ruoli's arm and said, "Okay."

Just give more money for incense later.

The table by the window in the corner offers a view of the scenery outside. The music of Buddhist scriptures playing in the ears and the scent of sandalwood entering the nose can quickly calm the restless heart.

Shen Zhiyan picked up a pen and began to copy the Heart Sutra on paper. She had written it countless times since she was a child, and she could already recite it from memory. But she still did not do it perfunctorily, and wrote every stroke with extraordinary seriousness.

On the other hand, Jiang Ruoli was quite serious at the beginning, but after a while, he became obviously absent-minded.

"Sister Lili, your tea. This is the green tea pastry that the chef in the kitchen just learned to make. Try it."

"Okay, thank you."

Seeing Shen Zhiyan lowering her head and copying the scriptures seriously, Jiang Maigu did not disturb her anymore.

The green snacks were placed on an exquisite porcelain plate, looking very tempting.

Jiang Ruoli couldn't wait to take a small bite. The layers of tea cake were crispy, not sweet or greasy, and very delicious.

Take another sip of the White Orchid Oolong, the combination of oolong tea with a hint of milk and white orchid, goes down your throat, it’s warm and mellow.

Outside the window, a shadow passed by.

Jiang Ruoli's eyebrows moved slightly, he glanced at Shen Zhiyan who was copying the scriptures seriously with her head down, picked up his mobile phone and walked out quietly.