She became the white moonlight of the black lotus

Huo Xingyu had wanted to ask this question for a long time.

Looking at the thick stack of printed paper, every word and sentence related to Ning Xiangxiang was telling her,

Ning Xiangxiang suffered because of being coerced by Ning Huaiai.

In her mind, it was easy to solve the matter.

Ning Xiangxiang needs money to help her life, but she doesn't have much else, but she has a lot of money.

It's just not easy to say.

According to the past, I should have handed her a supplementary card and told her to spend it as she wanted, whether it was to pay for medical expenses or to buy anything, she would not bother.

But for some reason, the closer she gets to Ning Xiangxiang, the more she begins to feel her unconsciously.

Huo Xingyu inexplicably began to pay attention to every sentence, every word, and even the slightest actions she said.

She didn't want Ning Xiangxiang to think that this was a kind of condescending charity or charity.

Respect, appreciation and trust, these little things that she didn't bother to care about suddenly became extremely important because of Ning Xiangxiang.

She just has it, but Ning Xiangxiang lacks it, so she wants to fill up all the things that Ning Xiangxiang lacks, and fill up all the small cracks.

She has already started making long-term plans for Ning Xiangxiang for no reason.

With such a casual question, Huo Xingyu pondered for two days.

When she asked about the exit, she was so nervous that she couldn't help slowing down the car, scanning Ning Xiangxiang's expression from the corner of her eye from time to time.

She replied, yes? Huo Xingyu finally put out the rhetoric that he had rehearsed several times in his stomach: "Our relationship is to understand each other, right?"

"Ah."

Hearing her affirmative answer, after a while, Huo Xingyu said, "I really want to know you, and I really want to help."

"Actually, it's nothing special..." Ning Xiangxiang looked out of the window and hurriedly skipped, and it was in this place where every inch of land was precious that neon lights and landscapes were dug out:

"After she and my dad divorced, she took me to move out. One night, after she got off work, I said I wanted to eat rice noodles from Chunyang Street, so she went to buy it specially. She saved a little girl on the way, but she herself Got sucked under the car, and has been until now."

"Are you tired after being alone for so long?"

"Tired, sometimes I feel that I can't see her wake up, I am very tired, tiredness is the second, more regret, regret for letting her go shopping, regret why I was not sensible earlier and always lose my temper with her, I am always afraid that it will be too late , but still alive is more hopeful than dead." Ning Xiangxiang turned his head and looked at Huo Xingyu's face.

Those phoenix eyes were so soft that she couldn't describe it, as if with just one look, Ning Xiangxiang could feel that she was caring for him.

"If you are very tired, you can consider being my little wife."

"Being Mrs. Huo?" Ning Xiangxiang gently pushed her as if he had heard some joke, and said, "It's too hard to be Mrs. Huo. I always put you first, and I'm afraid of losing your face. Afraid of breaking the rules, there is no freedom at all.”

Listen to her complaints that she doesn't know if they are real or a joke.

Huo Xingyu smiled, but sighed inwardly.

Not because she refused half-jokingly, but because she felt distressed.

After drinking too much that day, Huo Qiyun said that she had poor eyesight.

When you say who you like and decide who you want to be with, you should have an abacus in your heart, calculate her grades, and then decide whether to start showing affection.

Before getting married in his previous life, Huo Xingyu thought the same way.

Love is illusory, but interest is real.

Choosing a spouse is like jointly developing a project cooperation. You should come up with a meter to evaluate the value of the other party.

Score one by one from family background, taste, IQ, and financial resources, and finally choose an outstanding person who matches you to combine.

From this point of view, except for this face, Ning Xiangxiang would never score more than 40 points under her standard.

But now she found that when she really liked someone like Ning, she would not calculate any points.

Should there be points for liking someone?

Maybe there should be,

But she still likes Ning Xiangxiang's passing and failing grades, and everything about her.

Moreover, is Ning Xiangxiang really as unsuitable as others say?

Is he really as lofty as others see him, with no flaws?

She doesn't think so.

It's not that Ning Xiangxiang is so lucky to meet a Huo Xingyu who likes her.

It's that she deserves Huo Xingyu's liking.

She looked at Ning Xiangxiang's dazed little face, and said, "Then what should I do? It's either bitter or tired."

"What can I do? Life is like this. One good thing and the other bad. How can one person take all the good things."

With her face propped up, she looked at the flat road ahead illuminated by high beams, and said:

"Then it's up to you."

"I?"

"Didn't you say you understand each other? It's up to you."

The car stopped slowly by the road, and the evening wind blew the cicadas. Huo Xingyu said, "My biological mother's surname is He. When she divorced my father, she left me at Huo's house. My father died in a car accident. Knowing why, she also jumped off the building. At that time, Lin Xian married my father less than two months ago, and you know what happened afterwards."

The golden wheel fell, and the crimson afterglow shrouded the top of the mountain, pressing the dense forest leaves into a thick black.

The pagoda Buddhist temple is built on the top of the mountain, and the group of monks chant scriptures at sunset and evening, and the solemn chants can be heard halfway up the mountain.

In the treasure hall, the presiding master stood near the Buddha statue in cassock and red robe. Behind him was a group of black-robed monks, surrounded by gray-robed monks with shaved heads. There were several pilgrims at the entrance of the hall, kneeling in the drizzle on paper.

The sound of chanting came one after another, one gradually lowered and the other rose again, and the tune was repeated one after another in line with this chant-like tone, which shook people's minds and minds.

With the sound of the monk in gray robe, he rang the bell.

A group of monks, laymen and pilgrims bowed their knees devoutly to the three giant Buddhas in the hall.

Lin Xian was standing right behind the red-robed master.

Without the red lips and eyebrows, there is also a bit of sharpness and acrimony. The flesh on the face is tightly attached to the bones of the jaw and thinned downwards, and it is slightly loose and loose, showing her age.

Standing in the crowd of chanting sutras, she was covered by a black robe, with lowered eyebrows, kowtowing repeatedly with the crowd.

With Lin Xian's usual exquisite lady style, it is difficult to connect with this woman in the temple wearing a black robe and kneeling while chanting scriptures.

Every time a Buddhist prostrates, the palm of the hand must be turned upwards at the moment the forehead rests on the mat.

Those masters said that this is a blessing.

It is the Buddha who is spreading blessings to his followers.

Lin Xian never believed in these illusory and vague statements.

If there really are gods, ghosts, immortals and Buddhas, where can there be so many evil people who live a hundred years and have good fortune?

Will there still be so many good people whose lives are worthless?

She prayed to God and recited the scriptures, never to pray for herself, let alone to save others.

She found that in fact, belief in these illusory things can be done without praying for blessings or praying.

To find comfort for myself.

Lin Xian is bound to attend every puja.

The sesame oil she donated, the Buddhist scriptures she copied, and the Buddhist verses she enlightened were all to force herself to believe that there really are gods and ghosts in the world.

When a person dies, he can go to another world to meet again.

Lin Xian rested her forehead on the futon, pressed the mat with both hands neatly, and then turned it upwards.

The repeated solemn chanting ended with the final ringing of the bell.

The abbot turned around and bowed to the believers and laymen, and loudly announced that the puja was over.

As the monks and laymen took off their robes and braved the rain, Lin Xian slowly straightened up and knelt down;

The master put the ashes on his robes from kneeling and kneeling, walked up to her, and said, "Is Mrs. Huo here again?"

"Yes, bring some more things for my friend." Lin Xian followed his footsteps, walked from the main hall through the corridor, and walked to the small hall on the side.

"Mrs. Huo has worshiped the Buddha for many years, do you know how this statue is different from other Guanyin statues?"

The host stretched out his hand and pushed open the door, looked up at the Guanyin carved on the wall, with smoke and mist, mountain waves overlapping, and stepped on auspicious clouds, and asked Lin Xian.

"I can't see it."

From color to shape, this engraved statue is not much different from other places, and it is not even magnificent and solemn compared with other big temples.

"This image faces south and north, and it's called Inverted Guanyin."

"Why is it carved like this?"

"Your Majesty sits upside down because he hates sentient beings and refuses to look back..." The presiding officer clasped his hands together and bowed to her, saying, "Some things don't need to be attached to the past, be kind and generous, and the future will naturally be blessed by gods."

"You don't need to protect me, just protect her." Lin Xian smiled, she didn't know if it was sincere or polite, but she looked at the memorial tablet that had been invited out on the incense table in the hall.

"Jinlan loves deeply, and the Buddha knows it by himself." He bowed towards the hall and continued.

Hearing the carved wooden door close behind him with a creak, the candlelight in the hall was reflected on Lin Xian's expressionless face.

She raised her head and stared at the compassionate face of the Buddha statue.

Jinlan is deeply affectionate, and the Buddha is self-evident.

She raised the corners of her lips and pulled out a mocking smile.

It is the last bell that rings with the twilight in the temple.

Lin Xian half-kneeled on the futon.

On the left hand side is a small incinerator with a stack of paper money on the side.

Directly opposite is a small tablet.

The wooden card body is engraved with the words [He Shuyi] in small gold-plated characters.

It was getting dark outside, but the candles were brightly lit inside the hall.

Her face was half-lighted and half-dark by those flames, so she couldn't see clearly.

She slowly burned paper money one by one.

The act of burning paper used to be an almost ridiculous act in her opinion.

Not to mention that someone could burn these ink papers and cry to death.

But when some people really die.

When she was full of words and couldn't find anyone to talk to, she realized that burning was also a way out.

When I imagine that these flames can take all my thoughts to another world, I am actually comforted by myself.

The hall was so quiet that the scorching sound of the flames could be heard. Lin Xian looked at the yellow square paper piled up in the furnace, and the compassionate Buddha and fire were reflected in her eyes.

"You are so beautiful, do you regret choosing such an ugly way to leave, so you always cry like this in my dreams?"

She laughed at the firelight, not knowing whether she was laughing at the stupidity of her muttering, or at the dead man;

"She doesn't listen to me just like you do."

"He Shuyi, this is our daughter, I will not let her go the wrong way."

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