atypical romanticism

After Zhou Yu finished offering the incense, he had just stepped out of the threshold of the main entrance of Hanming Temple. Before he could stand firmly on his back foot, he heard the voice of the little novice from behind: "Benefactor, please stay."

"Little master, is there anything else?" Zhou Yu asked in surprise.

"Master asked me to give this to the benefactor." The little novice put a red string with a small golden gourd hanging on her hand, and said, "Master said that this object is destined for the benefactor."

As a "patient" with ptsd who was tricked out by various attractions, Zhou Yu looked at the red rope, and the first thought in her heart was not to appreciate the kindness of the eminent monk, but "this thing is not forced to buy and sell, right?"

But this thought of disrespecting the Buddha only flashed in her mind for a second, and then she cleared it out of her mind.

She tied the red rope around her wrist, and thanked the little novice, "I'm sorry, little master." Zhou Yu, who came to worship Buddha for the first time, thought about his words, and said sincerely, "Please trouble me, little master, for me and the big brother." Master thank you."

The corner of the little novice's mouth twitched, his face darkened visibly, but he still politely replied: "You're welcome, it's getting late, benefactor, please come back."

Zhou Yu naturally realized that he seemed to have said the wrong thing, but after all, he was on someone else's territory, a sacred place of Buddhism, so it was not easy to ask what was there, so he left without asking more.

Seeing Zhou Yu walking away, the little novice's face completely darkened, and his voice didn't sound like a ten-year-old child, and said, "Gu Shiyu, I've done what you told me, and the two of us are cancelled. You go your way in the world, and I will repair my Green Lantern Buddha."

"Immortal Official Qingzhu deserves to be an accountant, this abacus almost deafened my ears."

Gu Shiyu walked out from the depths of the phoenix tree at a leisurely pace, and stood under the stone steps holding a pure black umbrella in his hand, and said quietly: "It seems like the creditor has the final say on whether it can be written off, no matter how Fengshui Turning around in turn can't let the debtors climb on top of the creditors, there is no such reason in the world."

"The debtors shaved their hair and put on cassocks to let the past go away with the wind." Gu Shiyu sneered, turned around and said, "Qingzhu, don't you think this deal is too cheap? ?”

"Gu Shiyu!"

"Your grandfather, I'm here!" Gu Shiyu was in a bad mood because he had to come to this friend for help, but who knew that the "enemy" was still so unconscious, and his eyes could not help but become dark.

Qingzhu turned sideways, sighed lightly, and said: "All conditioned phenomena are all due to the combination of causes and conditions. The conditions arise and disappear, and the conditions disappear when they are exhausted. It's just like this."

"The Realm of Nowhere was created by me, and the rules in it were also formulated by myself. By the time I regretted it and wanted to destroy it, it was too late. I have already tasted the bitter fruit."

Qingzhu looked at Gu Shiyu's back and said, "The purple gold gourd pendant can only collect the remaining soul of the child. As for whether she can live or not, it depends on her own good fortune. Being able to survive the punishment is already a blessing from the gods. You Are there still hundreds of years of merits enough to disperse?"

"I don't need to bother you about this, as you said, whether she can succeed or not, I don't plan to care too much, after all, I am just a junior in the 'company', and I can't say a few useful words," Gu Shiyu He snorted coldly, "As for how many merits I still have, I don't need you to worry about it like a mouse. You don't want to see me, and I haven't watched a thousand-year-old fox pretending to be a good citizen. I sincerely hope that the last time we will be when you pass away .”

Qingzhu was not stimulated by the trash talk, her expression was indifferent, neither happy nor sad.

The branches of the plum tree were finally overwhelmed, and fell into the spring mud together with Bai Xue.

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The palliative care of the People's Hospital is an independent department. The ward is located on the top floor of the hospital where the daylight is the best, and the conditions that patients want to achieve can basically be achieved within a reasonable range.

However, the premise is a reasonable request.

Compared with the "tide-goer" uncle next door who asked to move the KTV into the ward, Xiang Sheng's request for an independent ward with better lighting is very reasonable.

The request of Mr. Chao Er was naturally rejected by the angels in white, but the uncle got a bluetooth speaker and a bluetooth microphone.

Accompanied by "You are my little apple", Zhou Yu pushed open the door of Xiang Sheng's ward.

Xiang Sheng stood in front of the window and watched the traffic, and looked back at the sound, the blurry figure in front of her eyes gradually became clear, and when she saw clearly that it was Zhou Yu, Zhou Yu was already standing beside her.

"What are you looking at?"

"Look at the world of fireworks," Xiang Sheng said with a slight smile, "You are late today, Mr. Zhou, you can't have no sense of time just because you see me without a time limit."

"No," Zhou Yu put his arms around her shoulders and said, "I got off work early today, and I heard that the incense in Hanming Temple is very effective, so I went to Jiahe Road."

As she said that, she showed Xiang Sheng the red string on her wrist, "When I was about to leave, the little master from Hanming Temple chased me out and gave this to me, saying that I had a destiny with it."

"Well," Xiang Sheng rubbed Zhou Yu's hair, and said, "People say that effective bracelets and necklaces can protect the master from disasters, and this bracelet is from a Buddhist holy place, so you should take it with you."

Zhou Yu nodded: "By the way, the photos you took helped us turn around. The sales volume of the January issue is amazing, and the cover is very popular on Weibo and the Internet," she gently squeezed Xiang Sheng's earlobe, "Teacher Xiang, you are awesome!"

"That's inevitable. I'm not good at what I do," Xiang Sheng hugged her, rubbed her neck, chuckled, and said, "Teacher Xiang, you smell so good."

After finishing speaking, she placed a gentle and pious kiss on Zhou Yu's fair neck.

"I remember someone said before that I've been marinated by her," Zhou Yu said, "Teacher Xiang, if you want to praise yourself, please do it directly, don't just praise me and then boast, can you be more narcissistic and justifiable. "

"I'm your girlfriend, you can be confident."

Xiang Sheng chuckled, her health was already very poor, she could feel that the time she fell asleep was prolonging, and her organs had entered a semi-self-protection mode, gradually slowing down metabolism.

Xiang Sheng didn't know when he would be unable to wake up.

When they were in school, the teacher told them that patients who are dying can feel that their lives are exhausted little by little, and some can even feel when their "end" is.

At that time, she was a student, and the damn cancer hadn't come back yet, so she thought this was abstruse and not "scientific", so she listened to it as a joke.

When she became a dying patient, she realized that everything the teacher said was from the bottom of her heart.

The world is so vast, and there are so many things that science has no way to explain.

The important thing is to enjoy every moment while you are still awake.

"Yes, you are my girlfriend." Xiang Sheng embraced Zhou Yu from behind, took a deep breath, "Well, I smell pretty good."

The loud singing from next door finally came in through the closed door.Xiang Sheng listened for a while, but failed to read the music library, and asked: "What is the uncle next door singing? It sounds very lively."

Zhou Yu listened to it for a while, and finally remembered the title of the song in the lyrics of "Wumeng Mountain is connected to the mountains outside the mountain, and the moonlight shines on the water beach", and said: "It seems to be "Mrs. Shexiang". The first time I heard this song was when I was in sixth grade."

Xiang Sheng nodded, listened to it for a while, and said, "I don't think I've heard it before, but the uncle seems to be singing out of tune, Mr. Zhou, why don't you sing it to me~"

"No," Zhou Yu rebuffed straight away, "I have simple limbs and tone deafness. If you want to hear it, I'll play the original song for you."

As he said that, Zhou Yu took out the phone from his pocket, and Xiang Sheng quickly took the phone away from her hand. His sparkling eyes looked straight at Zhou Yu, and Xiang Sheng knew that the best life for a spoiled woman is The truth, said softly: "I don't care about this song, I care about the person who sings to me, understand, Teacher Xiang."

Zhou Yu hesitated for a moment, and finally compromised: "I declare in advance that I can't sing well, and I won't be responsible for my ear miscarriage."

"En." Xiang Sheng nodded with a bright smile.

The history of this song is too long for Zhou Yu, who doesn't have many musical germs. She turned on her mobile phone to check the lyrics, played the chorus, cleared her throat and started singing.

But the first sound at the beginning was broken into two halves.

Xiang Sheng didn't cover his ears, and even sat on a chair beside him with a smile and looked up at her.It gave her the illusion that she was singing the sounds of nature.

Fortunately, Zhou Yu is very aware of her singing ability. The chorus is only four lines in total, and she ran to her grandma's house for three and a half lines. The reason why she didn't run the remaining half line was because she didn't hear it, and she paralyzed herself subjectively.

"Teacher Xiang, can you stop doting on me so much?" Zhou Yu rubbed his hot earlobe, and whispered, "Your eyes like watching the God of Songs concert easily make me blindly confident."

"You are my girlfriend, if I don't spoil you, who do I spoil?" Xiang Sheng said naturally, "Do you want me to spoil Lu Jun? Teacher Zhou, please let me go."

It's okay not to mention Lu Junhui, but as soon as Lu Junhui was mentioned, Zhou Yu remembered the conversation with the editor-in-chief today.

She was a little impulsive at the time, but when she calmed down afterwards, she felt that she seemed to be a little "overstepping" in this matter - the subject of the sentence "Can Xiang Sheng cooperate" is Xiang Sheng, she went to talk, what is this?

She can hide this matter from Xiang Sheng, just pretend it didn't happen and turn the story over, one thing more is worse than one thing less, but if she does this, she won't be worthy of Xiang Sheng's liking.

After Xiang Sheng listened to her speech, he pondered for a moment and said, "It's nothing, actually, I was thinking of disbanding the studio in September."

Zhou Yu looked at her, his beautiful eyes were full of disbelief.

"Don't believe me," Xiang Sheng took her hand, stroking the back of her hand with his fingers, "I'm serious."

"Jiang Meng and Zhao Yan are professional photographers. I'm just a wild person, and I can't teach them much. I've already said hello to the teachers I know, and I'll send them their bags after the winter vacation is over."

"Yao Lu is a computer student. At that time, I was too busy alone. In the later period, Lu Junhui didn't know what method he used to fool the simple male college student. This kid's family conditions are not very good. I paid him a salary. It would be better to go to an educational institution to teach children math and earn more, I wanted to let him go, but Lu Junhui directly turned him into a boyfriend."

"As for Lao Lu, he and the southern cockroach probably belonged to a family 8000 years ago. He is very tough. Knowing the day when my cancer relapsed, he thought of a way out."

"Teacher Zhou," Xiang Sheng said brightly, "I'm actually very happy that you refused for me, and my mother often rejects my dad's dinners beforehand."

Zhou Yu lowered his eyes to look at her, and raised his hand to caress her face: "Xiang Sheng, why are you so kind to me?"

——so good that I can't bear to let you go.

"You just sang to me," Xiang Sheng said, taking a breath, "It's reciprocal, and I'll sing to you too. What do you want to hear?"

"It's all good, you can sing as you please." Zhou Yu said.

Xiang Sheng lowered his eyes, thought for a while, and hummed a melody, and the lyrics sang naturally along with the melody:

"...Without my romance,

What kind of romance are they,

You can only regret,

lost my innocence,

That's the real blandness..."

Her originally thick eyelashes became thinner due to chemotherapy, the warm yellow light fell on her fingertips, and her fingers tapped rhythmically on the small tea table beside her, with a calm expression, like mint in summer, regardless of the scorching sun , fearless in the heavy rain.

Zhou Yu turned on his phone and recorded it verbatim.

——Without her romance, what kind of romance is it?

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The author has something to say:

All conditioned dharmas are all due to the combination of causes and conditions, and when the conditions arise and disappear, the conditions are exhausted and there is no more, nothing more than this. ——Excerpted from "Diamond Sutra"

The song Xiang Sheng sang is "Salt" by Shen Yicheng. You can listen to it on Netease Cloud. Friends who like it can listen to it. It's a very nice song. It's been on a single cycle recently~~

Sorry, today is still not over (bow and apologize) Tomorrow is still a busy day, I will try to update tomorrow!Thank you again for your support, Bihart~