"What are you doing?" Ning Jinchen asked curiously.
"This is getting married." Qian'er's face became more and more red: "It is to marry the person you like and go home, and carry it in a red sedan chair."
Ning Jinchen nodded calmly, and recited a Buddha's name: "Amitabha."
Qian'er's face suddenly collapsed: "It's a happy event, why are you chanting Amitabha Buddha? Your black hair is darker than mine. Why are you a monk?"
Ning Jinchen smiled slightly: "It doesn't matter if you become a monk on the outside, as long as you have a Buddha in your heart."
Qian'er was a little anxious: "How can you only have Buddha in your heart?"
"Apart from Buddha, what else should there be?" Ning Jinchen looked at her blankly.
It should be me! Qian'er almost said it, and after realizing what he was thinking, he almost fell from the tree in fright.
"Be careful!" Ning Jinchen frowned, reaching out to grab her. Qian'er's body swayed in mid-air, and was slowly pulled back to the tree.
"...Thank you." Somewhat frightened, Qian'er sat next to him, and it took a long time to recover. Looking down, I saw that I was still holding on to him.
Don't let it go, don't let it go! This person's palm is warm and strong, she likes it, what should I put it on
Ning Jinchen didn't think it was strange either, seeing that the wedding party below had gone far away, he took the money down the tree.
With his father's power in the government and his mother's wealth, Ning Jinchen can live a life of a rich second generation, without worrying about food and clothing. However, he regarded Ji's grain shop as a place of practice since he was born. He does business here, realizes Zen, and recites scriptures. He looks at the people who come and go, and understands the world.
Qian'er is always around him, and the little girl is very clever, and she will chant along with him: "Buddha said: don't be angry, don't be ignorant, don't be greedy. Follow your heart, follow your heart, and forget yourself."
When the spring flowers bloomed, he sat on the stone and chanted. She picked the spring flowers and danced around him with a smile.
In the scorching summer, he sat on the rock and sweated, so she held up a paper umbrella and stood on tiptoe behind him.
In autumn, when the leaves fell, he sat on a rock and meditated, so she picked up the fallen leaves and compared his eyebrows and eyes to make a picture.
In winter, when it was snowing white, he sat on a rock and practiced Zen, so she made a cloak and put it on him with a smile.
"Are you cold?" she asked.
Ning Jinchen smiled faintly: "The sense of the outside world is hard to reach within five years. I seem to have improved a level."
Qian'er was taken aback for a moment, looking at the unsullied eyes of the man in front of him, feeling a little depressed.
After a few springs and summers, it is said that the second young master in Marquis Moyu's mansion has become the eldest son and is about to get married. Ning Jinchen took Qian'er to watch the ceremony, Ji Man stared at his son and said, "Look at Chen'er, Xi'er is married, how about you?"
Qian'er grabbed Ning Jinchen's sleeve, her fingertips trembling slightly.
"My son is not filial, and having my second younger brother share my worries, I feel less guilty." Ning Jinchen said with a smile: "My son is in the world of mortals, but his heart is outside the world of mortals, so he cannot make a marriage with others."
Yan Shengqian looked up at him. Three years later, this man's facial features became more beautiful and refined. Although he was dressed in brocade, he always had an unconcealable fairy air.
How can any woman be worthy of such a person? Qian'er lowered her head and looked at herself, she still has three years to grow up, so there is no rush, there is still time for her to grow up slowly.
Madam Yan went back to the food store with a lot of things, Yan Buba followed behind, sighing: "Is Madam in a bad mood recently? In the past, it was not acceptable to go out for less than two taels of silver, but today it is only It cost one or two or eight dollars."
"You know how to count money." Mrs. Yan grabbed him, pointed to the big rock in the backyard and said, "Didn't you see what my daughter is thinking? This girl has been with the young master for several years. It’s not a way to go on like this, is it?”
Yan Buba was stunned for a moment, picked up the abacus and started to type: "Eldest Young Master, since he came to the food store, the income of the food store has increased by 70,000 taels in three years, and our wages have also increased by nearly 1,000 taels, including the dowry and betrothal gifts." , give the money to the young master for free, we have to pay back."
Madam Yan was so angry that she pinched Yan Buba's waist: "Are you selling your daughter?"
Yan Buba took a deep breath, jumped to the side, shook his abacus, thought for a while and said: "Otherwise, I'll go and ask the young master what he means. If he is interested in Qian'er, then we can arrange this marriage for Qian'er." That’s not bad. If not, I’ll cut off the idea of money as soon as possible.”
"Okay." Madam Yan nodded. She actually likes a man like Eldest Young Master. He is neither arrogant nor impatient, calm and capable. It's really reassuring to give him the money.
At night, Madam Yan dragged Qian'er upstairs to the room on the left, and Ning Jinchen was dragged to the room on the right by Yan Buba.
"Eldest young master, please drink tea." Yan Buba poured tea for him with a smile: "I take the liberty of inviting you here because I want to talk about my little girl."
Ning Jinchen was very confused, but nodded: "Shopkeeper Yan can say anything directly."
Yan Buba sat down with a more serious expression: "In the past few years, the young master has come to the grain store, and the little girl has always followed. You are a couple, and others will inevitably gossip. The little girl will be able to get married in a few years. It's about the little girl's name festival, so I ask the eldest son to give a clear explanation."
Ning Jinchen's expression changed slightly, he looked up at Yan Buba, his eyes were clear: "Qian'er is too close to me, will it affect her reputation?"
Yan Buba nodded: "Naturally, an unmarried daughter follows the young master every day, so it's inevitable that people gossip. If the young master is willing to accept the little girl, that's easy to say..."
"I won't marry anyone." Ning Jinchen interrupted him, put his palms together and recited the Buddha's name: "If I stay in this world for a few more years, I will always leave."
Yan Buba was shocked: "Young master still intends to continue to become a monk?"
Ning Jinchen pursed her lips: "I have never returned to vulgarity."
Never rehabilitated.
In the other room, Qian'er looked at her mother with a blushing face, hesitated for a long time and finally nodded: "I... I like it."
Mrs. Yan smiled lightly: "There's nothing you can't say about someone you like, it's not something to be ashamed of."
Qian'er was overjoyed for a while, then looked at her shyly and said: "But I don't know what brother Chen is thinking...Mother, don't ask, I can wait for a few more years."
Madam Yan covered her mouth and smiled: "Silly girl, let's listen to what your father has to say."
Qian'er stood up anxiously: "Daddy went to ask him?"
Mrs. Yan smiled lowly: "How can you not ask clearly about this kind of thing? It's not to delay your golden years."
With a pale face, Qian'er hurriedly walked to the room on the right. Ning Jinchen had already left, but Yan Buba was still in the room. As soon as he saw her, Yan Buba said in a deep voice: "From now on, you should get less close to the eldest son and practice piano, chess, calligraphy and painting more."
Qian'er was taken aback for a moment, not knowing why: "Why?"
Yan Buba didn't speak, just took a deep look at her, and then heaved a long sigh.
Eye sockets suddenly became wet, Qian'er stood for a while, then ran downstairs to the big rock.
There was no one on the stone, and Ning Jinchen returned to the Hou Mansion very early today.
Qian'er looked at the stone for a while, then sat on it by himself, imitating Ning Jinchen, put his hands on his knees, closed his eyes and said softly: "The Buddha said: idealize one's heart, follow one's heart, forget oneself..."
If you can become a Buddha just by following your heart, why can't she? Buddha is indeed a liar.
Ning Jinchen would still come to the food store every day, but he stopped talking to her, and never even looked at her. After sitting on the big stone for three years, he never went there again, and went back to the Hou Mansion after finishing his work.
Qian'er was a little flustered, she didn't like seeing his shadow all the time, and when she stepped forward, he disappeared without a trace. It's been three years, hasn't she been by his side all the time? Wouldn't he get used to the sudden absence of her
"Eldest son is someone who wants to practice Taoism." Yan Buba said: "When you reach Ji, my father will choose other good families for you."
Qian'er shook her head vigorously: "I don't want it!"
Crouching at the door and guarding, she finally stopped him.
"What's the matter, Miss Yan?" Ning Jinchen clasped his hands together and asked calmly.
Qian'er looked at him, she was about to get angry, but when she heard him say the first word, she couldn't help crying.
He stood in front of her, and subconsciously wanted to reach out to touch her head, but retracted halfway: "Amitabha."
"I hate your Buddha." Qian'er said in a low voice: "That's a demon at all, a demon that cuts off people's emotions and desires, and cuts off people's warmth!"
"Don't talk nonsense." Ning Jinchen glanced at her, and wanted to pass her to the food store.
"Why do you want to avoid me?" Qian'er stopped in front of him desperately, and stretched out her hand to block him: "You clearly like me to be with you, and you often laugh when we are together. Since you like being with me , then why are you avoiding me?"
Ning Jinchen was taken aback, he likes being with her
There was a blank in my memory, I didn't remember anything. He is practicing, so naturally he only has Buddhist principles in his heart, nothing else. The evil obstacles in the world of mortals are just the calamity he needs to overcome.
"Miss Yan probably misunderstood." Ning Jinchen said: "When I am alone, I can laugh. I can laugh when I understand a Zen principle, and I can laugh when I understand a Buddhist saying."
"It's not because of Miss."
Qian'er stared at him blankly, her outstretched hands finally dropped down a little weakly. Ning Jinchen bowed slightly to her, passed her into the store.
In the next month, he didn't see Qian'er. He would no longer hear her noisy voice, nor would he open his eyes to see her picking a bouquet of flowers and asking him for credit with a smile.
Ning Jinchen remembered the old monk's words that the feelings in this world are all illusions, and he needs to see through them.
But for some reason, he didn't dare to put on the cloak she embroidered in such a cold weather. There seemed to be some magic barrier in the cloak, which made him want to stay away.
"The Buddha said..." He sat on the big rock in the backyard of the grain store, chanted Buddhist scriptures, looked at the empty courtyard in front of him, and lost his mind slightly.
"Buddha said: no desire, no desire, no thought. If you see through, read through, you will realize it." Qian'er came out with a smile again, grabbed a handful of Zixue, and threw it at him head-on.