A continual spring rain fell for five or six days, with the lingering chill of early spring, people couldn't help but add an extra coat, but it still felt a bit cold.
After breakfast early in the morning, Qin Guanglin drove He Wu steadily to the school gate, watched her say goodbye to him with an umbrella, then turned around and walked into the school, and did not restart the car until he turned a corner and disappeared in the campus , drove to the company.
"Morning."
"morning."
"Have Teacher Xiao He eaten? Would you like some?"
"No, thank you."
Wen smiled and greeted other teachers, so why not sit in your office and sort out today's work.
After staying in a familiar environment for a long time, those gloomy memories in the past have become unreal, as if they were just a dream.
It seems to be fine now.
Her mentality was unknowingly affected, and she was not as resistant to Qin Guanglin's work as before, but there was still a faint worry in her heart.
Only by forcibly surviving the past few years and all that she has experienced can she truly get rid of the shadow that hangs over her heart, and only then can she truly be freed.
Mental illness is the most difficult to treat.
It can only heal slowly with time.
"Mr. Hu, let me borrow your lesson plan for reference."
"Oh, I forgot yesterday..." Mr. Hu looked at He Wu eagerly.
"Here, just don't copy it."
"What copying, this is called borrowing, borrowing."
He Wu shook his head helplessly, turned his head and looked out the window, there were delicate yellow leaf buds hanging on the tree, the drizzle was silent and silent, and students in twos and threes walked across the road holding umbrellas.
The ballpoint pen on her fingertips turned twice lightly, with a smile on her face, she lowered her head and continued to correct the homework on the table.
The years are quiet and good, I am thinking of you.
…
On the outskirts of Los Angeles, there is a Datong Temple.
It has stood here since the Ming Dynasty. It has experienced wars and artillery fire for hundreds of years, and has been repaired countless times. It is still very fragrant.
It was raining, and not many people came to offer incense. Sun Wen sat on the threshold outside the Daxiong Hall, not too dirty, with his legs crossed, smoking a cigarette carelessly, waiting for Xu Wei to come out.
He didn't believe it, not even half of it.
If the gods and Buddhas inside really have spirits, then they must also be money fans, just like him—can they be called Buddhas
After all, it is for a profit, no one is more noble than anyone else.
The cigarette burned slowly, and the rising smoke made him squint his eyes. Looking around, he reached out to hold the cigarette holder and took a deep breath, then threw the cigarette butt on the ground and crushed it, and stood up to see how Xu Wei still not come out.
The majestic Daxiong Palace is glittering with golden light, the hall is vast, the statues are solemn, there are few tourists, and there is a sense of solemnity in the quiet hall.
A few monks knocking on wooden fish sat in the corner, and only Xu Wei, who was dressed in red, knelt down in front of the Buddha, clasped her hands together, and the tall Buddha statue stood peacefully, looking down on all living beings.
That goblin-like woman, the quiet back at this moment matched with the ancient temple, there was a subtle sense of harmony.
Sun Wen took back the steps he had taken, and instead of entering the hall, he wandered outside with his hands in his pockets shaking his body.
He was going to say goodbye to Xu Wei, but there was no reason to stay in Los Angeles, no matter whether it was people or things, it had nothing to do with him, he just passed through this city like a traveler, and then went home.
He met Xu Wei once, and before leaving, he always said goodbye and had two more drinks, but before he could speak, Xu Wei recruited him to the car and dragged him all the way here.
Rich people have a lot of problems.
"Why did the benefactor linger in front of the door instead of entering the hall to take a look?"
Just as Sun Wen was thinking about something, he was suddenly taken aback by the monk who appeared next to him. He frowned and said, "Benefactor? Are you calling me?"
"Exactly."
"What's the matter?"
"..." The fat monk was at a loss for words, and he raised his head slightly while maintaining a one-handed salute, "I don't know why the benefactor passed by the gate of the temple and didn't enter?"
"I'm too lazy to enter... Can you talk nonsense? It's the master of the 21st century now."
Sun Wen felt annoyed when he saw the way he raised his palm with one hand, why is he pretending to be a big head with a fat head and big ears
"..."
The corner of the fat monk's mouth twitched, and he nodded slightly at him while maintaining a smile.
"What's the matter if you don't go in?" Sun Wen looked back at the Daxiong Palace behind him, and said sarcastically, "Is there anything else to say? Disrespect to the Buddha? You have to go in and kneel down?"
"No, no... The poor monk just saw the benefactor... Cough, I see that you look different, and you must have been quite troubled recently, so I came here to tell you."
"ha?"
Sun Wen laughed angrily, "I don't know if I'm going well or not? You need to come over and tell me again?"
The fat monk turned his head and left, this guy couldn't communicate.
"Hey... don't you tell me how to crack it?" Sun Wen shouted from behind.
"Of course there is a way." The fat monk put on his smile again and turned back, with one palm erected in front of his chest, and looked at Sun Wen's face decently for a moment, "The benefactor's brows are tightly frowned, Yintang faintly emits black air, Although not strong, but there is a tendency to gather together, the work may not go well in the next few months... "
"Just tell me how to break it, burn the incense stick?"
Sun Wen didn't bother to expose him. Now that he is out of work, he might as well be fooled if he was talking about the first two months.
"It is inevitable to offer incense to the Buddha, but from the perspective of the donor, it is necessary to ask a lotus lamp to be offered in front of the Buddha. We chant scriptures day and night to pray for the donor, and the Buddha will bless him, and the disaster will also disappear. .”
"I buy a lamp, and then the Buddha will bless me?"
"It's not buying, it's asking."
"Do you want money, please?"
"Of course it's free, but you have to bear the cost of the material itself."
"Hey." Sun Wen laughed, "Did you figure out that I have no money in my pocket?"
"..."
"What are you talking about?" Xu Wei came out from the palace gate, and saw two people, one tall and one fat, talking there.
"It's nothing." Sun Wen didn't bother to talk to the magic stick anymore, and walked over with two strides on his long legs.
The fat monk followed beside him and muttered, "Don't make jokes, don't lie before the Buddha..."
Just now I saw these two people driving a Maserati and parking in the square in front of the temple. They had no money in their pockets, and they didn't believe it.
"He said that I will have a disaster next time, and then I will..."
"It's broken." Xu Wei took out a small stack of red notes from her bag, and handed them to the fat monk beside her without counting them.
"..."
"..."
Until he got in the car, Sun Wen was still indignant at the fat monk's smiling face.
"You are really rich."
"Did you know?" Xu Wei smiled.
"If you have that money, why don't you give it to me and let him get rid of the disaster, or I'll shave my head and chant scriptures with you every day, okay?"
"You can read?"
Sun Wen stopped talking.
The car drove forward slowly, he turned his head and glanced at the temple gate behind, and sighed: "I don't know why you rich people like to throw money in such a place."
"Otherwise, why do you think I'm so rich?" Xu Wei asked back.
"Worshiping to Buddha?" Sun Wen looked disdainful, "If you can get money out of worshiping Buddha, I will kowtow to him for twenty hours a day."
Xu Wei didn't speak any more, and drove back to downtown Luocheng with a smile, and parked directly downstairs of her house.
The floor paved with black marble looks quite heavy, the bright mirror-like tiles can reflect the figure, the luxurious crystal pendant chandelier, the exquisite mahogany desk...
Sun Wen glanced across the room one by one, and finally landed on Xu Wei who was already lying on the bed, and said, "Today... I came to say goodbye to you."
There is really no comparison between people. Some people live in high-rise buildings, some people live in deep ditch, some people are brilliant, and some people are covered in rust. This is life.
"Farewell?"
Xu Wei narrowed her eyes and stared at him for a moment, "I haven't contacted me for so long, now I'm saying goodbye?"
"Well, I'm leaving, I'm leaving Los Angeles."
"Where are you going?"
"go home."
"… Not coming back?"
"I can't come back." Sun Wen shook his head calmly.
After thinking about staying at home for nearly a month, he has accepted the reality, what should go back, will eventually go back.
Big cities are not so easy to stay in, even if you spend half your life, nothing will change.
The people are gone, the money is gone, and the job is gone. For him, there is no difference between staying or not staying in Los Angeles.
Walking two steps forward, out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the plastic package at the corner of the bed, and subconsciously looked at the trash can next to him. The two remaining rubber products inside made him suddenly feel a little nauseous.
Friends are just an illusion, the two of them have always been just friends.
Seeing Sun Wen's expression, Xu Wei followed his gaze and couldn't help laughing, "They're all cowards from outsiders. I've missed you for a long time. I'll say goodbye later. Come here first."
"..."
Sun lost interest, turned around after a moment of silence and said, "I'm leaving."
"stop."
(end of this chapter)