cheongsam boy

Buddhism emphasizes cause and effect, and is more cautious in giving gifts. Although Song Rin has lived abroad for a long time, she has learned traditional culture from her grandfather since she was a child. This point is still clear.

But even so, looking at the string of thousand-petal lotus in front of him, Song Rin still didn't know how to respond. Panic, fear, and astonishment all flooded into his mind, and mixed emotions pulled his reason, making his brain unable to issue instructions to mobilize.

Everyone's eyes fell on Song Rin, but he seemed to be in a daze without realizing it. It wasn't until Gu Zhuo squeezed his hand vigorously in the dark that he blinked his eyelashes and came back to his senses.

Song Rin looked at the bracelet, then at Master Duchan, hesitant to speak but said: "This... this, I..."

"Don't get too entangled," said Master Du Chan, "Just wear it as an ordinary thing."

So far, if Song Rin doesn't accept it, it will only appear that he doesn't understand the rules.Song Rin glanced at his grandfather, and after confirming that his expression was normal, he reached out to take the bracelet, and thanked him with clasped hands.

Master Du Chan also returned the salute, then got up and said: "The Zen music session is about to start, and I have to make some preparations, so I will leave first."

It was almost time to start, and not only Master Du Chan was going to prepare, but a group of them had to enter the venue quickly, so they said nothing more, saluted each other and said goodbye, and then separated at the gate of the venue.

When practicing calligraphy just now, Secretary Liang entered the venue first to occupy a seat. In the middle of the second row, the eyes are neither covered by people from the back, nor are the ears disturbed by the sound from the front. It is a seat with a good sense of experience.

Gu Zhuo handed the scroll to Secretary Liang, told him to keep it safe, and then welcomed his grandfather in. The two sat down, and after a while, all the lights in the room were dimmed, leaving only the stage lights on the stage.

At this time, Xiao Si, who was wearing a Tang suit, also happened to walk slowly onto the stage. He smiled and said gently: "I am Xiao Si, the owner of the Yuan Pavilion. I am lucky to hear the Zen music this time. The seats are full, so I will not be empty." The embarrassment of the seat, we have invited Master Fang Yuan from the Nancheng Guzheng Association, and Master Zheng Junkai from the Nancheng Pipa Association..."

Just as Xiao Si was introducing, the grandfather sitting in the center suddenly said, "Zheng Junkai is here too? This Xiao Si is really capable."

When grandpa said this, he stared intently at Xiao Si on the stage, and he didn't look at anyone even though he said it. He really didn't know who he was speaking to.

Song Rin looked past him at Gu Zhuo, and happened to meet Gu Zhuo's gaze. He slightly shook his head at Song Rin, motioning for him to answer the conversation.

Gu Zhuo twirled the silver ring on his index finger, and said in a low voice: "The eldest son of the Xiao family is capable. Although he has surrendered his real power, no matter what, the foundation of the Xiao family is still there. Impossible not to sell face."

Hearing Gu Zhuo's words, grandpa gave a meaningful oh, and he turned his face slightly: "Little Gu, are you familiar with the Xiao family?"

"I'm quite familiar with the aristocratic families in the North and South City." Gu Zhuo's smile was blurred in the dark, "The Xiao family... just because of the previous cooperation, I know a little better."

Grandpa raised his eyebrows: "Have you cooperated?"

"Yes, didn't two aristocratic families come from the North City in the past two years, and they wanted to snatch food before they could gain a firm foothold in the South City." Speaking of this, Gu Zhuo's eyes flashed coldly, but his tone Still respectful, "At that time, Xiao Si hadn't paid homage to the Buddha, and it just so happened that those two aristocratic families touched our same industry line, so they cooperated once."

"Oh, I remember," said the grandfather suddenly realized. "It's the Bian family and the Nie family in Beicheng. I remember it seems to be these two."

Gu Zhuo nodded with a smile: "It's these two. Grandpa Song's memory is much better than Secretary Liang's. I asked him last time that he still couldn't remember clearly."

Secretary Liang had been listening attentively. His mind was bright, and he immediately leaned forward to answer the conversation: "Yes, Mr. Song has a better memory than a young man like me. The sword is not old yet."

The compliments from the two of them were quite smooth and comfortable to listen to. Although the old man was noncommittal, there was an obvious look of pride on his face.

The old man's fingers on the armrest bounced a few times, he looked at the movement of moving the piano on the stage, raised his eyebrows and said: "I remember that although those two families lost in Beicheng, they still have some fundamentals in their hands. Can you move the piano?" The two of them are capable of swallowing it, which is very good."

Hearing the old man's meaningful praise, a smile flashed across Gu Zhuo's downcast eyes. He had already achieved his intention, and he knew that he would accept it as soon as he saw it. Focus on listening to Zen music.

There was a change of light and shadow on the stage, clouds of mist overflowed in the rockery, and the long and thick sound of the guzheng resounded in the venue, accompanied by the plucking of the piano player, and the tail trembled when the string was returned.

The qin played, the drums entered, Xiao Yang, the Zen sound of the mage chanting in chords slowly echoed in the venue, and for a while, almost everyone in the venue concentrated and held their breath at the same time, closing their eyes and meditating in the Dazhun mantra sung by Sanskrit.

I have to admit that listening to Zen music has its unique charm, and all worries and anxieties can be healed just by singing it. Song Rin took out the bracelet from his pocket and turned the beads with the lower and lower Sanskrit sounds.

At that moment, the four faculties are all purified, and the whole person seems to be in a void space, with all emotions lost, leaving only the comfort of oneself.

People have to face the reality in this life, but they also have the right to escape.It can be alcohol, it can be sexual|desire, it can be a room cut off from the sun, or it can be this muttering Zen sound. Song Rin has tried them all in the past 36 years, and got short-term comfort, but the huge emptiness will follow.

With distracting thoughts in his mind, Song Rin's fluctuating beaded fingers stopped suddenly, he raised his eyelids, his eyes lost focus for a few seconds, and the next moment, the surging emotions began to backlash in a crushing manner.

Song Rin's hand holding the bracelet was clenched suddenly. After a chill, he whispered to his grandfather in a steady voice: "Grandpa, I'm going to the toilet."

The old man was fascinated by the sound, and he didn't notice anything unusual. He sat upright and let out a hum from his throat.

Song Rin put away the bracelet, tried to keep her pace, and bowed to the outside of the venue.Almost the moment he stepped out of the venue, Song Rin let out a painful cry for help from his throat, but before his sadness showed on his face, he quickly suppressed it back.

It was almost a subconscious reaction, and in a few seconds, Song Rin regained the elegance that came from the bones.He breathed deeply and calmly, and walked towards the empty stairwell.

Nancheng in December seems to have just entered autumn, but the wind that blows up is like a hyena off the rope, fiercely reloading everything in this world.

The window was slammed and slammed, and Song Rin became more and more upset when he heard it. He reached out and knocked the handle, and pushed the window open.The strong wind howled in, making annoying noises, but Song Rin was relieved by the noise, holding the window sill with both hands, and through the sound of the wind, painful sobs escaped from his throat little by little.

Song Rin usually doesn't let his emotions show outside, but for some reason today, he took medicine and Zen music, but he still couldn't control it.But this is not the most desperate, the out-of-control emotions are what make him most desperate.

What he fears, what he worries about, what he hides, every bit of consciousness is a beast in his mind that destroys hope.Fundamentally speaking, the cause of the current situation and the root cause of his current illness is himself.

It has nothing to do with the outside world, just because of himself.Sometimes, Song Rin even felt that his birth was a mistake, a sin, and all his current efforts to survive were futile struggles.

Looking at the tall building in front of him, Song Rin couldn't help but feel tired. He slowly loosened his hand that was clenched on the window sill, and while stretching out, he pushed the window further.

The windows here are not like the windows in the mental hospital. There is a raised point at the bottom to limit the width of the window. After opening this window, there is only one vertical iron rod in the middle, and the two sides are open. People step out.

Song Rin leaned forward and looked down, about a dozen or so floors. In fact, he was a little afraid of heights, and he didn't dare to take the sightseeing elevator on weekdays, but now looking at the open space under the tall building, he suddenly felt relaxed.

Most of Song Rin's body has been leaned out, and the window sill is across his abdomen, and a blunt pain is transmitted horizontally. The wind messes up his hair, dazzles his eyes, and bulges his clothes, as if for A hawk gesturing for takeoff.

He closed his eyes, and the knot in his chest was blown away by the wind, but just as he was about to open his arms against the wind, a warm and powerful confinement came from his abdomen, replacing the dull pain from the metal window sill, pulling him back from the wind.

Like a kite flyer reeling in the string.The string was tightened, and the helplessly floating kite fell into his arms.

Song Rin exclaimed, he wanted to struggle reflexively, but was stopped by a sound beside his ear.

He turned his head to look at the side face of that person, and said in astonishment, "Gu Zhuo?"

Gu Zhuo tightened his grip on Song Rin's waist, his clenched hands couldn't suppress the fear after the catastrophe, he tilted his head to feel Song Rin's temperature, and let out a hum in the other's hair.

Gu Zhuo's circle was a little tight. When he uttered his voice, his chest beat against Song Rin's back blade, and it came through several layers of thin cotton fabric, clearly and clearly.

Song Rin shrunk into his arms subconsciously, but immediately straightened up and fled. He broke away from Gu Zhuo's arms and asked, "Why did you come out?"

Gu Zhuo withdrew his hand, stared at Song Rin, and said very bluntly, "I'm here to find you."

These words caught Song Lin by surprise, he was stunned and didn't know how to answer, he knew the meaning of Gu Zhuo's words, he subconsciously wanted to escape, but Gu Zhuo's eyes stared at him so that he had nowhere to escape.

Song Lin took a few steps back calmly, biting her lip: "I don't think it's suitable for us to talk about that now."

"When will it be suitable?" Gu Zhuo's eyes were a little red, he suppressed the ups and downs of emotions, and tried to restrain himself, "Song Rin, it's been almost two weeks, I didn't force you, I chased you to ask, but you ...you have to tell me some time."

When Gu Zhuo said the last sentence, he choked up visibly, and Song Rin's heart also tightened. He looked at Gu Zhuo, not missing the hope and sadness in his eyes.

In the past two weeks, Gu Zhuo did not force him, but chased him to ask questions, and the number of contacts per day was also controlled within three times, so it can be said that there was enough space.

But it was so sufficient that Song Rin couldn't figure it out even more. Gu Zhuo was so kind, so good that he was afraid and made him retreat.

His fetishism, his illness, his long-term sensitivity and suspicion, worrying about gains and losses, should not be for Gu Zhuo to bear.

Song Rin admits that he has low self-esteem, he is cowardly, but like all severe patients, he tries to catch a glimmer of light, a glimmer of light that can be understood and tolerated.

But how difficult it is to have courage in your heart.

Song Rin hated himself more and more, his emotions began to burst, and tears came out of his eyes.

"I... I don't know either, Gu Zhuo, I... I'm so scared, I, I don't know what to say, you won't understand." Song Rin wiped away his tears, he sucked his nose and panted, between breaths Adjust your mood, "Gu Zhuo, give me some more time, I..."

"How long is it?" Gu Zhuo's jaw tightened, his eyes fixed on Song Rin, with a questioning tone, "How long is it?"

After a few seconds of silence, Song Rin lowered his head and closed his eyes. He answered the wrong question: "When I was working in the United Nations, I participated in a project, that project..."

"What does this have to do with the issue we are discussing now!" Gu Zhuo was a little impatient.

"It's related, listen to me!" Song Rin still didn't dare to raise his head and open his eyes. He tried to keep his voice steady, and continued, "The person in charge of that project is my doctoral supervisor, but he is now hospitalized because of a heart attack. There is no way to continue to lead, but that project is now at a critical moment. I was the consultant in charge of this project before, and I was also the assistant of the teacher. In addition, our head office has cooperation with there, so..."

"How long are you going?"

Before Song Rin could finish speaking, Gu Zhuo interrupted directly, his face suddenly calmed down, his pupils were gloomy, like the dark low pressure before the typhoon landed.

Gu Zhuo looked straight at Song Rin, and repeated word by word: "How long are you going?"

Song Rin's face tightened in pain, he took a deep breath, and then said, "Three to four months."

"Three to four months," Gu Zhuo said in a deep voice, "won't you come back for the Spring Festival?"

Song Rin swallowed: "I guess so, I don't have time to come back."

After the reply, both of them were silent for a long time, only the humming of the wind was left in the stairwell, Song Rin didn't dare to raise his head, he didn't dare to open his eyes, he was afraid of seeing Gu Zhuo's expression.

He didn't have to go to this project, but he still fought for it.It's true after thinking about it, but it's also true to run away in fear. After the secret was revealed, Song Rin didn't know how to face Gu Zhuo at all.

His rationality told him that he should cut it off and not pull Gu Zhuo to bear his emotions, but his love was surging again, tugging at his nerves, telling him to try, to step out, in case Gu Zhuo was That rare tenderness.

He can understand your little idiosyncrasies, and he won't be bored with your sudden emotions and loss of control. He can treat you with his maturity and pure love.

Silently, Song Rin was struggling in his mind, so that he couldn't react immediately when Gu Zhuo made a sound.

Song Rin was stunned for a few seconds, then slowly raised her head and asked in confusion, "What did you say?"

"I said, my show on March [-]th is in Beicheng." Gu Zhuo said in a deep voice, "March [-]th is my first show as a designer."

Gu Zhuo emphasized the time so much. Of course, Song Rin understood his intentions. He also met some designers abroad and was invited to watch a few shows. importance.

The meaning of this time is too complicated and too important.

Song Rin didn't want to break his promise, but he couldn't really make the promise either.His face was a little tangled: "I don't..."

When Song Rin was speaking, a gust of wind suddenly rushed towards him, wrapped in the familiar scent of woody ginger roses, and the shadows enveloped the sky and the sky, and in a daze, there was a hot touch on his lips, and the tip of his nose was also pressed and squeezed Oxygen out.

Song Rin was directly pushed against the wall, he whimpered and struggled a few times, but it was useless, Gu Zhuo kissed him like crazy, clasped his cheeks tightly, squeezed and loosened, over and over again Yes, it seems that I can't find the right head strength.

This kind of disorderly kiss is the best way to rob the air. Song Rin's own kissing skills are lacking, and it is even more difficult to get out of breath. He tried to push Gu Zhuo a few times, but in the end he was pressed against the wall , let this person kiss.

It wasn't until the oxygen was about to run out that Gu Zhuo suppressed his roar, let go of Song Rin, buried his head on his neck, clasped his arms with his hands, and his veins throbbed explosively.

Song Rin has never had such a kissing experience before. It is like a lion preying on you. Every trace of flesh and blood will be torn off by you. , like a trembling sound of grievance and dissatisfaction.

In a daze, Song Rin subconsciously raised her hand to touch Gu Zhuo's head like the second kiss, wanting to comfort him.

But just now, Gu Zhuo's voice rang in his ears, muffled and harsh, but also filled with palpable grievances and begging.

"It's the third time. This is the third time you ran away after kissing. Chief Song, it's only three things. The next time we kiss, you can't run away again."

The author has something to say: I paid 1500 and still owed 4500.

Ah... I went to eat after updating this chapter. I haven't eaten for almost three days. I finally recovered and I have a little appetite. I am happy. I will eat preserved egg and lean meat porridge later~

Woohoo, why did I start to owe debts again, and there are still four thousand and five, oh, but I am very sorry, I always ask for leave, this is the second time, it’s only three things, hehe, try not to ask for the third time, I won't make you wait any longer.

Finally, I am sorry for not being able to update in the past two days, I am very sorry.

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