"Honey, how about … we don't carry out that plan? I'll go back and find you."
Qin Chu had been thinking about Huo Mien the entire day. The more he watched the video, the more he missed him.
"No, or else all our efforts will go to waste … Just bear with it for a few days, Honey."
Huo Mien seemed to really want to find out who was behind all this …
Qin Chu looked at her eagerly.
They chatted for a while on the way back to South Hill Manor, and it was already past 9 PM.
Huo Mien took a hot shower and went to bed.
He took out a book and started reading. The maid brought him a fruit platter and hot milk, and the service was very good.
Just then, his phone rang again …
Seeing the number, Huo Mien immediately put down his book and picked up the phone.
"Zhixin."
"Sis … are you asleep?"
"Not yet, I'm reading."
"I knew you wouldn't sleep so early, haha."
"How are you? Are you used to it?"
"I'm used to it, it's great. The scenery here is beautiful. Sis, if you have time, you can ask my brother-in-law to come visit me. I'll take you guys out to eat good food."
"Mhm."
"Sis …"
"Mhm?"
"How … have you been?" Jing Zhixin asked carefully.
"Very good."
"You're lying to me again … My classmate told me on QQ about what happened. The media has been saying that you guys are getting a divorce."
"You believe the media? Are you stupid? "
"But … there's no smoke without fire. Did something happen between you and my brother-in-law? "
"No, don't worry about it."
"Really?" Zhixin still didn't believe her.
"Really, my good little brother, don't worry."
"Mhm, that's good."
Then, Zhixin suddenly said, "Sis, I've been dreaming about Yue a lot lately."
"Is that so?" At the mention of Huang Yue, the tone of the two people became heavy.
"Yeah, I always dream of her looking at me from afar. Every time I want to get close to her, she's gone. She's so untouchable …"
"Zhixin, the dead can't come back to life. You have to accept it. Life is a one-way ticket, and all of us will get off eventually. She just saw the beautiful scenery on the way, so she got off first. We'll all have the same day, so don't take it too hard."
"I know, I'm just sad … I once told her that I wanted to work for my brother-in-law's company, earn money to buy a house, marry her, and then go to Provence for our honeymoon. Unfortunately … these wishes can't come true."
"You've always loved her deeply, but it's all in the past … Zhixin, she's already a part of your life, but that's all in the past. I'm not asking you to forget her, I just want you to learn to let go of her, understand?"
"I understand … Okay, Big Sister, I'm going out for a while. You should sleep early."
"Yes."
After hanging up on Zhixin, Huo Mien still felt bad …
Huang Yue was a huge blow to Zhixin, and he wouldn't be able to get over it in a short period of time.
She didn't want to be like an auntie who always nagged Zhixin about chicken soup for the soul.
But occasionally, she would try to guide him out of his sorrow …
In fact, life was a process of constant gain and loss. All of us would experience it.
Our family, lovers, and friends would all leave us one day.
So even if we were sad, it wouldn't help …
Occasionally, she would choose some more literary books to read to recharge herself.
Recently, she had been very fond of a poet called Cangyang Gyatso. He had a poem called "That Life", which was very famous.
Huo Mien opened Weibo and posted it. She said —
I closed my eyes in the fragrance of the scripture hall
Suddenly, I heard you chanting the scriptures
That month
I shook all the scripture cylinders, not for transcendence
Only for touching your fingertips
That year
I kowtowed on the mountain road, not for an audience
Only for the warmth of your body
That life
Turning mountains, rivers, pagodas, not for the afterlife
Only for meeting you on the way
That moment
I raised the wind horse, not to beg for blessings
Only to wait for your arrival
That day
I built a mani pile, not for the virtue
Only to throw stones into the lake of your heart
That night
I listened to Sanskrit all night, not for enlightenment
Only to find a trace of your breath
That moment
I flew and became an immortal, not for immortality
Only to bless you with peace and joy
That day, that month, that year, that life …
It's just that, that night.
I forgot everything
I abandoned my faith and gave up reincarnation
Only for the rose that once cried in front of the Buddha
It had long lost its former luster
Huo Mien hadn't posted on Weibo for a long time. When she posted again, the comment section blew up again.
This time, it was a mix of scolding and praise. Su Yu was a little excited to see her post.
He asked her in a private message, "Huo Mien, do you believe in destiny?"
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