The Real Daughter With A Buddha-like Mindset

Chapter 149 Liu An (Part 1)

Ye Zhen looked at the messy scolding voices on the Internet, such as female cousins, sluts, and green tea, the scolding was as ugly as it wanted.

She just stepped out of the sea of ​​corpses and blood in the entertainment industry, and she knows no better than this method. These netizens don't care about the truth at all, they only vent their unhappiness and anger in real life by spraying dirty, and for this reason Putting on a high-sounding name——I am a fan of Qu Feitai, and I did this for the benefit of our brother. This woman approached my brother with ulterior motives, and all the mistakes were caused by her...

Ye Zhen looked at the bright mirror who was discussing calligraphy with Zou Jingyu not far away, her heart was like a mirror, spotless, those dirty words were blasphemy to her even a little thought.

When she first debuted, she only encountered a lot of Internet explosions, but she never felt so distressed.

Tian Long suddenly felt a gaze falling on him, which was chilly.

Subconsciously looking over, he saw a girl looking at him coldly, Tian Long was at a loss.

This person seems to be Der Spiegel's assistant, right? When did he offend her? Why look at him like this, as if he committed some heinous crime.

Brother Huang asked him to look at Qu Feitai and try not to come into contact with Ming Jing alone. What can he do? He is also very embarrassed.

Can he control Xiao Fei's temperament?

But Ming Jing, who was in the center of public opinion, didn't notice it, and chatted with Zou Jingyu about calligraphy calmly.

The two chatted very happily, just like a pair of friends who forget the year.

Han Ying was listening at the side in a daze, not knowing what was going on, staring straight at the bright mirror with star eyes.

Qu Feitai didn't usually play with his mobile phone, so he didn't know anything about the Internet. He took a guitar and sat under the eaves to play it.

The soft music and the crashing rain together form a wonderful note.

Han Ying listened and suddenly said in surprise: This is white clothes!

Oh my god, it is so lucky to hear Bai Yi played by Qu Feitai himself.

The staff behind the scenes didn't care about the confidentiality agreement, they all took out their mobile phones to take pictures and record videos, the director blew his beard and stared angrily, shouting for a long time was useless.

Zou Jingyu and Ming Jing stopped talking, as if they were listening to Qu Feitai playing silently.

Ming Jing looked at the rain curtain in the courtyard, raised his chin slightly, and had a gentle and beautiful side face. Behind her was a young man holding a guitar and playing. The gaze that looked at the girl was as gentle as water.

The fleeting scene of click was just captured by someone.

As soon as the song ended, Han Ying asked curiously: Brother Qu, many of your fans and I are very curious about one thing. Today, I take this opportunity to ask you a question on behalf of the fans. You really wrote this song in white. ?

The director was so excited that he couldn't help giving Han Ying a thumbs up in his heart. He deserves to be in the entertainment industry since he was a child. The core is to grasp it accurately. This is a good question.

Qu Feitai subconsciously glanced at the bright mirror, and then looked away at the heavy rain in the courtyard only for a moment.

Han Ying was stunned, he was the closest to Qu Feitai, was Qu Feitai looking at the mirror just now?

Why do you feel something is wrong?

At this moment, everyone was waiting for Qu Feitai's answer. Zhao Xinrong's appearance broke the brief silence, Xiaoying, I didn't expect you to be so gossip. How could someone answer such a private question.

However, Zhao Xinrong's words hammered Qu Feitai in the opposite direction. If there is nothing to say, it would be good to say it openly. Qu Feitai's silence...in fact, it is more revealing.

Haha, my fault, my fault, I was just curious. Han Ying skipped the question with a haha.

I couldn't help but feel uneasy for a while, I won't offend Brother Qu.

In just two days of getting along, although Brother Qu is not very talkative, he should not be a stingy person.

It's getting late, everyone, go to bed early, and go to the mountain tomorrow morning. Zou Jingyu said.

Han Ying's eyes lit up, and she asked excitedly, Are you going to Hanshan Temple?

Xiaoying, haven't you been very unlucky lately? When you go to the temple tomorrow, you can ask Master Jueming to do the math. I heard that Master Jueming is an eminent monk. Zhao Xinrong joked.

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Ming Jing returned to the room, Xiao Wenwen was lying on the bed with a mask on her face, playing with her mobile phone, when Ming Jing walked in, she turned over to face the wall.

Under the mask, the corners of the mouth curled up triumphantly.

Now that you are in the limelight, after the official announcement of the program, let me see how proud you are.

Netizens are so powerful now, they can pick out eighteen generations of your ancestors for you.

Hello... Xiao Wenwen answered the phone, it was from her agent.

When she heard that Ming Jing went out to wash up, she couldn't help but raise her voice: What's wrong?

What's wrong? What do you mean by Weibo?

What do you mean? Someone made me unhappy, so I can't make complaints about it? Xiao Wenwen said nonchalantly.

Do you know the background of that newcomer?

How would I know? Even if she has some background, I'm still afraid that she will fail. Mr. Zhou promised to marry me.

Xiao Wenwen glanced at the newly made manicure, the bright diamonds inlaid on it shone dazzlingly under the light.

Not at all worried about those words being caught on camera because she wouldn't let them be cut at all.

Xiao Wenwen is very clear about the unspoken rules of the entertainment industry. This is a place where power and money talk. With the backing of capital, she can do whatever she wants. Otherwise, why would she waste her golden years on a greasy man with a big belly? She can only vent her feelings by acting as a demon.

You really think Zhou Nan can marry you, are you stupid? He has a wife. The manager cursed bitterly.

So what, is his wife as young as I am and as beautiful as me? I'll be dumped sooner or later, so don't occupy the latrine.

You... the agent couldn't help her; Anyway, delete your Weibo immediately. This newcomer hasn't figured out the origin yet. It's better not to offend others. There are mountains outside the mountains, and there is a sky beyond the sky.

Okay, anyway, the purpose has been achieved, so just delete it.

Are you going to Hanshan Temple tomorrow? I heard that Master Jueming of Hanshan Temple is an eminent monk. You go to pay your respects and ask for a peace amulet for me. Recently, you always feel flustered and short of breath, as if something big is about to happen. , ask for a talisman to keep you safe.

Xiao Wenwen sneered and said, I don't know you are still so superstitious.

Bah, what a superstition, I'd rather believe it than believe it.

After hanging up the phone, Xiao Wenwen deleted the Weibo post at noon. At this time, Ming Jing came back after washing, sitting cross-legged on the bed and meditating.

Xiao Wenwen almost died of laughter, is this going to cultivate immortality?

Gradually ten minutes passed... Half an hour passed, and Ming Jing remained motionless.

Xiao Wenwen kept staring at her, really not moving, she could barely feel the sound of her breathing.

Xiao Wenwen was a little scared, and felt a chill on her back for no reason.

Another half an hour passed... Xiao Wenwen almost thought she had passed out.

Xiao Wenwen stepped on the ground barefoot, walked carefully to Mingjing's bed, and put her fingers under her nose.

Relieved, fortunately, breathing.

At this time, Ming Jing suddenly opened his eyes, the dark eyes were clear and deep, like a thousand-year-old well, calm and unfathomable.

Xiao Wenwen was startled, took a step back suddenly, stepped on the ground, and fell to the ground in embarrassment.

Ming Jing looked at her with a smile: What's the matter? Is there something wrong?

Xiao Wenwen rubbed her buttocks and got up, her tone tinged with anger: What are you pretending to do? I thought you were dead, you scared me to death.

Don't do anything wrong, and don't be afraid of ghosts knocking on the door. Ming Jing picked up a book beside the bed, and looked down at it.

Xiao Wenwen's eyes widened, what does she mean? Are you saying you did something wrong?

Did she know that she was connoting her when she tweeted?

That's why he didn't dare to ask her face to face, cowardly!

Ming Jing read the book for a while, and it was almost ten o'clock, so he closed the book and lay down.

Xiao Wenwen glanced at her, sleeping so early?

It is normal for young people to stay up late. For example, her nightlife has just begun. Going to bed so early is a waste of life.

Tomorrow I will get up at five o'clock to climb the mountain, and Xiao Wenwen dare not stay up late tonight, for fear that she won't be able to get up tomorrow morning, so she will fall asleep after playing with her mobile phone for a while.

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The rain stopped in the middle of the night, and everyone gathered in the yard at 5:30. Zou Jingyu frowned and asked, Where's Wenwen?

He knew that the child was a bit of a sleeper, and who among the young people nowadays is not a sleeper, but he reminded everyone last night that he was going to climb a mountain early this morning, and he asked so many people to wait for her, are you embarrassed?

Ming Jing glanced at Ye Zhen in the crowd, Ye Zhen waved to Ming Jing.

Ming Jing nodded and smiled.

Half an hour later, Xiao Wenwen was pulled out by her assistant in a daze, yawning profusely.

Zou Jingyu glared at her and ordered, Let's go.

The crowd that went up the mountain this time was huge, and half of the program crew went there.

The hardest part was the photographer, who climbed the mountain with a camera that weighed dozens of kilograms, and couldn't support it without a certain amount of physical strength.

It has just rained, and the stone steps are a bit slippery, and the weather will be dark. The director has repeatedly reminded everyone to pay attention to safety and beware of falling.

Before 20 minutes of climbing, the crowd was full of Xiao Wenwen's crying: I can't... I can't climb anymore.

Xiao Wenwen leaned on the assistant and said out of breath.

Han Ying gave her a white look: Why is your body so weak? Take a look at the mirror. You don't blush and you don't breathe. Learn more.

Stinky boy, are you courting death? Xiao Wenwen shook her fist.

Han Ying quickly ran away, shouting at the top of her voice, Mingjing, wait for me.

Ming Jing and Qu Feitai walked side by side, the two of them were not in a hurry, as if they were taking a walk in the mountains, compared to the panting of others, the two of them were much more relaxed.

Ming Jing heard the shout, stopped, and turned to look.

She stands on the stone steps, with endless steps and lush branches and leaves behind her, the first ray of sunlight in the morning falls on her body through the gaps between the branches, and the white skirt flutters in the morning mountain mist, beautiful and gentle Her facial features were looming in the clear mist, and her clothes were fluttering, like a fairy who had strayed into the mortal world.

Han Ying was stunned, and quickly climbed up in three steps and two steps: Ming Jing, don't leave me, let's go together.

Ming Jing nodded.

But within a few minutes, the excited Han Ying looked like an eggplant beaten by frost, looked at the endless stairs, and said with a mournful face, How long will it take to reach the top of the mountain?

Ming Jing took a look, and heard Qu Feitai say in his ear: It still takes an hour, and we can arrive before eight o'clock, so we must persevere.

Han Ying was struck by lightning: An hour more? No, I really can't crawl anymore.

Han Ying sat down anywhere, and the large army was still a hundred meters away, and they were all black shadows from afar.

I heard that there are tigers in this mountain... As soon as Ming Jing finished speaking, Han Ying stood up with a crack as if her butt was on fire, and climbed up.

Qu Feitai shook his head and laughed: Why haven't I heard that there are tigers in the mountains?

Ming Jing smiled: The tiger is not in the mountains, but in the heart.

Ming Jing, why are you not tired at all? Are you still a human body? And Brother Qu, you two are simply inhuman. Ming Jing and Qu Feitai's photographer fell far behind, unable to catch up at all These two people will definitely be scolded by the director when they go back.

Qu Feitai said: You lack exercise.

He usually likes to exercise, not to mention Ding Jing, who grew up in the mountains since he was a child. Mountain climbing should be easy for her.

No, let me take a break. Han Ying sat on the ground, took off her hat and fanned the wind.

Ming Jing stood quietly on the spot and saw two figures, one tall and one short, break away from the large group and quickly move towards the top of the mountain.

It was Ye Zhen and Tian Long.

Go away, stinky rascal, I see you hit you every time. Ye Zhen cursed, and Tian Long scratched his head aggrievedly.

Qu Feitai squinted his eyes: What's going on?

The photographers didn't follow up, and they didn't worry about being photographed when they talked.

Just as Tian Long was about to open his mouth, Ye Zhen spoke first: Mr. Qu, please take care of your assistant, otherwise the next time I see your name, it will be on the legal news.

Ming Jing looked at Ye Zhen, frowning slightly.

Ye Zhen pulled the mirror and walked up, said in a low voice: That assistant of Qu Feitai is playing hooligans on me, Qu Feitai is a decent person, to have such an assistant, it really ruins his image.

Ming Jing hooked his lips: Is it really like this?

Seeing her smile, Ye Zhen shivered subconsciously, as if no kind of lie could hide in front of her.

Okay, okay, I did it on purpose, I really couldn't bear it, I just vented my anger on him, you don't go online, so I don't know how that bitch Xiao Wenwen connoted you on Weibo, and then was discovered by Qu Feitai's fans , are scolding you, you don't even know how disgusting the scolding is.

The more Ye Zhen spoke, the more angry she became, It's fine to scold me, I'm used to it anyway, but I can't accept scolding you.

Ming Jing smiled and said, Is that so?

if not?

Ming Jing shook his head and went up the stairs.

Are you not angry?

Why should I be angry?

Ye Zhen was stopped by the question, she stared at Ming Jing's gentle and quiet side face, and said a little puzzled: But those people slander you without knowing what kind of person you are, can't you be angry?

What can anger change? As you said, they don't know what kind of person I am, so they scold me. Do you want me to pay for their ignorance?

The girl's gentle and ethereal voice floated quietly in the mountains and forests, it seemed to be a sanskrit sound that could cleanse the soul, and the grievances in Ye Zhen's heart seemed to disappear suddenly.

She smiled: If I had your heart back then, I wouldn't have taken so many detours. Until now, I still can't get out.

Ming Jing raised his head, looked at the mountains above the many steps in front of him, and said with a faint smile, What do you see in front of you?

Ye Zhen followed her gaze and murmured, Mountain.

Ming Jing shook his head: Isn't it a mountain?

It's not a mountain? What is that? Ye Zhen was at a loss.

Ming Jing smiled softly: It's a mountain.

Ye Zhen was confused by Ming Jing.

What you see with your eyes is still a mountain. Everything in the world is born from your heart. Whatever your heart wants to see, your eyes can see what you see? All troubles are just your heart.

After the mirror finished speaking, she walked away, her skirt slipped across the stone steps, and the dewdrops brushed against the silver lotus, reflecting a bright silver light.

Like this road going up the mountain, when you think of its countless steps, you will be frightened. However, you step on the first, second, and third floors. These endless stairs are formed by countless ones. It is composed of layers of stairs, unconsciously, you have completed the whole journey, and the road always has an end.

The clouds clear and the fog clears, the willows are dark and the flowers are bright.

The sun shines through the clouds, and the mountain gate is close at hand.

The sound of dong hitting the bell resounded through the mountains and forests, startling countless flying birds.

Ming Jing stood in front of the mountain gate, looked at the plaque of Hanshan Temple, and smiled slightly.

In front of the door was a little novice who was sweeping. He saw a girl in white clothes standing at the gate of the mountain. Under the morning light, her body exuded a faint golden light, which made people dare not look directly at her.