During the days when life returned to peace, Chen Muyang always felt that Song Yiran was trying hard to tease and comfort him
When he came back from overtime, she would always wear a thin silk nightgown, step on the floor with barefoot, run towards his arms in the white moonlight, ask him with concern how he works, etc.
At night, he often felt a hand touching his eyebrows.
In the morning, when he woke up, he saw her half-supporting her body and staring at him motionlessly. The morning light shone a halo around her body, and the loose quilt slipped to her shoulders. When he woke up, she seemed to calm down, yawned slowly, and got up with him.
Sometimes, Chen Muyang feels that he is not worthy of her. If the mother in the dream is a charming and depraved red butterfly, then she is a clean and pure white butterfly, and he is a cactus born in mud.
The white butterfly and the cactus met by chance. The cactus was attracted by the white butterfly and grew strongly. I hope the white butterfly can live beside it.
The white butterfly fell in love with the cactus. Later, the white butterfly not only transformed away its stings, but also used its small body to warm him, making him increasingly unable to live without her.
One morning at the end of July, Chen Muyang came back from working overtime and found that Song Yiran was not at home. He was in a panic and wandering around in the room for several rounds without seeing her. He hurriedly called her.
The first call did not answer, Chen Muyang immediately dialed the second call. After half a minute, Song Yiran answered. As soon as she finished speaking, Chen Muyang asked her anxiously where she was
Song Yiran smiled on the other end of the phone, sniffed, and said embarrassedly: It's in the Lianhua Temple in the north of the city.
He was slightly stunned, what are you doing there?
She stammered: Burn incense and worship Buddha... Today is, it is Guanyin Bodhisattva's birthday, and there are many people in the temple.
Do you believe in Buddhism now?
No, I accidentally heard the parents chatting, and then I thought about coming over and coming over and taking a look... to keep peace by the way
Which Bodhisattva’s birthday is today?
I don't know either……
She heard Chen Muyang chuckling on the other end of the phone: I'll come too, wait for me
After Song Yiran put down her phone, she continued to ask the aunt in front of her: Auntie, these Buddhist beads have really been opened, right?
Oh, little sister, I have said it three times. These have been completely enlightened. How can the lights that the monks in the temple personally excerpted?
So do you think this is suitable for men in their twenties and have not worked for a few years?
Is your boyfriend? I'm suitable for wavy small-leaf red sandalwood, agarwood, yellow rosewood, and obsidian.
Song Yiran grabbed her hair again, tilted her head, um... Can I send a birthday gift? She smiled embarrassedly, I don't understand these things very much, just want to buy Buddhist beads to wear to ensure safety
Of course! The aunt looked at her and quipped, "You are so nice to your boyfriend, little sister Ah, he is so lucky."
She smiled softly and the aunt looked at her sweet and happy smile as if she was infected, with a happy smile on her face as if she was getting married.
Song Yiran continued to compare back and forth. After a while, she bought a string of red sandalwood Buddhist beads, then put them in a bag and stuffed them, waiting for Chen Muyang to come over.
When Chen Muyang took a taxi to the vicinity of Lianhua Temple, the narrow road was full of cars. He could hear the crowds of people in the temple and it was extremely lively.
The smoke of incense is rising into the gray-blue night sky, and the golden exterior walls of the temple echo the vast sky, forming a conspicuous landmark in this small area north of the city.
After getting off the bus at the corner, Chen Muyang quickly found her. At that time, she was standing alone outside the hall gate, looking up at the Buddha statue in the center devoutly, holding a red nylon bag in her hand, which seemed to be something for worship and praying for blessings.
Song Yiran seemed to have telepathy, and when she turned around, she found Chen Muyang who was fighting against the crowd.
He finally stumbled through the crowd and walked to her. Song Yiran stood on the higher stone steps, smiling and patting his head. You are so fast.
Why don't you tell me when you come here?
She shrugged embarrassedly, "Aren't you working overtime? I'm afraid you're too tired, so I plan to come by myself. Since I'm here, then go in!"
After saying that, Song Yiran quickly pulled him over, and the nylon bag tugged and tugged as he walked.
What is inside?
Tin foil, incense and candle, and some fruits are provided to the Bodhisattva
Chen Muyang followed her step by step, but was afraid of being squeezed apart by the crowd, so he carefully grasped her wrist tightly.
From one cushion to another, every time Chen Muyang bowed three times, he felt it difficult, but whenever he saw her kneeling on the cushion with her eyes closed and her hands folded and praying for blessings, his heart seemed to be redeemed.
Finally, near the incense burner, Song Yiran threw the ingot-shaped tin foil she bought into an iron bucket to burn. The choking smell of smoke made her cough, and her eyes were stimulated by the scalded smoke. Even so, Song Yiran watched the remains burned by the fire, and still silently closed her eyes and closed her palms. She had endless words in her heart to tell the Buddha:
The Buddha blessed Muyang to come to my house and his uncle was such a person, so I hope he can forget his childhood unhappiness in the future.
I know I'm sorry for my father, but I just want to rebel for a while
Although my relationship with my parents is average, I know that I am sometimes cold, but... Anyway, if you are wrong, you are wrong.
I have been obedient since I was a child. As long as they object, I don’t let go of any farts, but I just don’t want to give up on the blessing of Buddha Chen Muyang. Buddha bless me. If you can, just drag it out.
Don't punish me, I will definitely work hard to make money, be a useful person to society, and will also buy expensive good things for my parents, come here every week to stuff money into the merit box
Blessing too... Auntie should not appear in front of us like my uncle. Please, Bodhisattva! I would be a little sorry for my aunt, but I really hope she will not come to this city. You can stay wherever she goes. Bodhisattva bless Bodhisattva bless Bodhisattva bless you
After the prayer, Song Yiran suddenly opened her eyes and hooked up his arm. OK, OK, I have to go to work tomorrow when I go home
He smiled lowly and tilted his head to ask her: There are so many Bodhisattvas here, Manjushri Bodhisattva, Guanyin Bodhisattva, you seem to have said this for a long time. How many wishes do you have?
She snorted, I'm praying for my husband, do you understand?
Chen Muyang was stunned. After a brief pause of surprise and pleasure that could not be covered in his eyes, he held her hand tightly, and there was a tenderness in his eyes.
He leaned over and said: I have also prayed for my wife, I told the Bodhisattva...
She quickly pressed her index finger on his lips, shh! You can't tell me Ah! I've told you before in Hanshan Temple! You have a poor memory.
Chen Muyang was slightly stunned, and finally nodded with a smile. It was because I forgot to rest assured. I won’t say it, I won’t say it.
Before leaving, Chen Muyang turned around and just looked at the eyes of the golden Buddha statue in the hall. The eyes of the Buddha statue's insight into everything made him bow his head suddenly and devoutly. He did not dare to look at the Buddha statue's eyes, but stared straight at the golden palm. A voice in his heart kept echoing:
I hope she will always be my arms
When he came back from overtime, she would always wear a thin silk nightgown, step on the floor with barefoot, run towards his arms in the white moonlight, ask him with concern how he works, etc.
At night, he often felt a hand touching his eyebrows.
In the morning, when he woke up, he saw her half-supporting her body and staring at him motionlessly. The morning light shone a halo around her body, and the loose quilt slipped to her shoulders. When he woke up, she seemed to calm down, yawned slowly, and got up with him.
Sometimes, Chen Muyang feels that he is not worthy of her. If the mother in the dream is a charming and depraved red butterfly, then she is a clean and pure white butterfly, and he is a cactus born in mud.
The white butterfly and the cactus met by chance. The cactus was attracted by the white butterfly and grew strongly. I hope the white butterfly can live beside it.
The white butterfly fell in love with the cactus. Later, the white butterfly not only transformed away its stings, but also used its small body to warm him, making him increasingly unable to live without her.
One morning at the end of July, Chen Muyang came back from working overtime and found that Song Yiran was not at home. He was in a panic and wandering around in the room for several rounds without seeing her. He hurriedly called her.
The first call did not answer, Chen Muyang immediately dialed the second call. After half a minute, Song Yiran answered. As soon as she finished speaking, Chen Muyang asked her anxiously where she was
Song Yiran smiled on the other end of the phone, sniffed, and said embarrassedly: It's in the Lianhua Temple in the north of the city.
He was slightly stunned, what are you doing there?
She stammered: Burn incense and worship Buddha... Today is, it is Guanyin Bodhisattva's birthday, and there are many people in the temple.
Do you believe in Buddhism now?
No, I accidentally heard the parents chatting, and then I thought about coming over and coming over and taking a look... to keep peace by the way
Which Bodhisattva’s birthday is today?
I don't know either……
She heard Chen Muyang chuckling on the other end of the phone: I'll come too, wait for me
After Song Yiran put down her phone, she continued to ask the aunt in front of her: Auntie, these Buddhist beads have really been opened, right?
Oh, little sister, I have said it three times. These have been completely enlightened. How can the lights that the monks in the temple personally excerpted?
So do you think this is suitable for men in their twenties and have not worked for a few years?
Is your boyfriend? I'm suitable for wavy small-leaf red sandalwood, agarwood, yellow rosewood, and obsidian.
Song Yiran grabbed her hair again, tilted her head, um... Can I send a birthday gift? She smiled embarrassedly, I don't understand these things very much, just want to buy Buddhist beads to wear to ensure safety
Of course! The aunt looked at her and quipped, "You are so nice to your boyfriend, little sister Ah, he is so lucky."
She smiled softly and the aunt looked at her sweet and happy smile as if she was infected, with a happy smile on her face as if she was getting married.
Song Yiran continued to compare back and forth. After a while, she bought a string of red sandalwood Buddhist beads, then put them in a bag and stuffed them, waiting for Chen Muyang to come over.
When Chen Muyang took a taxi to the vicinity of Lianhua Temple, the narrow road was full of cars. He could hear the crowds of people in the temple and it was extremely lively.
The smoke of incense is rising into the gray-blue night sky, and the golden exterior walls of the temple echo the vast sky, forming a conspicuous landmark in this small area north of the city.
After getting off the bus at the corner, Chen Muyang quickly found her. At that time, she was standing alone outside the hall gate, looking up at the Buddha statue in the center devoutly, holding a red nylon bag in her hand, which seemed to be something for worship and praying for blessings.
Song Yiran seemed to have telepathy, and when she turned around, she found Chen Muyang who was fighting against the crowd.
He finally stumbled through the crowd and walked to her. Song Yiran stood on the higher stone steps, smiling and patting his head. You are so fast.
Why don't you tell me when you come here?
She shrugged embarrassedly, "Aren't you working overtime? I'm afraid you're too tired, so I plan to come by myself. Since I'm here, then go in!"
After saying that, Song Yiran quickly pulled him over, and the nylon bag tugged and tugged as he walked.
What is inside?
Tin foil, incense and candle, and some fruits are provided to the Bodhisattva
Chen Muyang followed her step by step, but was afraid of being squeezed apart by the crowd, so he carefully grasped her wrist tightly.
From one cushion to another, every time Chen Muyang bowed three times, he felt it difficult, but whenever he saw her kneeling on the cushion with her eyes closed and her hands folded and praying for blessings, his heart seemed to be redeemed.
Finally, near the incense burner, Song Yiran threw the ingot-shaped tin foil she bought into an iron bucket to burn. The choking smell of smoke made her cough, and her eyes were stimulated by the scalded smoke. Even so, Song Yiran watched the remains burned by the fire, and still silently closed her eyes and closed her palms. She had endless words in her heart to tell the Buddha:
The Buddha blessed Muyang to come to my house and his uncle was such a person, so I hope he can forget his childhood unhappiness in the future.
I know I'm sorry for my father, but I just want to rebel for a while
Although my relationship with my parents is average, I know that I am sometimes cold, but... Anyway, if you are wrong, you are wrong.
I have been obedient since I was a child. As long as they object, I don’t let go of any farts, but I just don’t want to give up on the blessing of Buddha Chen Muyang. Buddha bless me. If you can, just drag it out.
Don't punish me, I will definitely work hard to make money, be a useful person to society, and will also buy expensive good things for my parents, come here every week to stuff money into the merit box
Blessing too... Auntie should not appear in front of us like my uncle. Please, Bodhisattva! I would be a little sorry for my aunt, but I really hope she will not come to this city. You can stay wherever she goes. Bodhisattva bless Bodhisattva bless Bodhisattva bless you
After the prayer, Song Yiran suddenly opened her eyes and hooked up his arm. OK, OK, I have to go to work tomorrow when I go home
He smiled lowly and tilted his head to ask her: There are so many Bodhisattvas here, Manjushri Bodhisattva, Guanyin Bodhisattva, you seem to have said this for a long time. How many wishes do you have?
She snorted, I'm praying for my husband, do you understand?
Chen Muyang was stunned. After a brief pause of surprise and pleasure that could not be covered in his eyes, he held her hand tightly, and there was a tenderness in his eyes.
He leaned over and said: I have also prayed for my wife, I told the Bodhisattva...
She quickly pressed her index finger on his lips, shh! You can't tell me Ah! I've told you before in Hanshan Temple! You have a poor memory.
Chen Muyang was slightly stunned, and finally nodded with a smile. It was because I forgot to rest assured. I won’t say it, I won’t say it.
Before leaving, Chen Muyang turned around and just looked at the eyes of the golden Buddha statue in the hall. The eyes of the Buddha statue's insight into everything made him bow his head suddenly and devoutly. He did not dare to look at the Buddha statue's eyes, but stared straight at the golden palm. A voice in his heart kept echoing:
I hope she will always be my arms
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