Ling Jing stubbornly refused to let Su Peizhen leave. If she could really forgive herself, why didn't she let it all go?
He and she had had a good time. Didn't they?
He hadn't forgotten. He didn't believe that she had. The two of them were so compatible, both in bed and out of bed. They actually had a tacit understanding, didn't they?
They really loved each other, didn't they?
"Is it so important how it started? Isn't the process more important than the result? "
Su Peizhen turned to look into his eyes. The lights in the private room weren't very bright. She could see Ling Jing's eyes clearly.
"For me, yes. The process and the result are important, but the beginning is also very important. "
… …
Su Peizhen sat in the designated driver's car. When she passed by Rong City's Jiangxin Park, she found someone setting off fireworks there.
It was Christmas. There were many people celebrating outside. She asked the driver to slow down a little. Her eyes were a little blurred as she looked at the fireworks outside.
When she left Ling Jing's private room and closed the door, she heard Ling Jing suddenly say five words.
"Peizhen, I love you."
His uncharacteristically low and hoarse voice was full of pain and entanglement.
At that moment, Su Peizhen's footsteps stopped there. In the end, she still left without looking back.
In the past, she wouldn't care about things outside of her body, nor would she care about the eyes of others.
However, this entanglement with Ling Jing made her see through many things.
In fact, if it was just the misunderstanding that day, she really wouldn't take it to heart. She could understand the decisions made by people under impulse.
After getting along with Ling Jing for so long, she could more or less see his personality.
But she really couldn't forgive Ling Jing's original motive and the hurtful words he said.
She didn't like to dig up people's old debts. But at the same time, she didn't like others to dig up her old debts.
She could maintain this little bit of contact with Su Qingsang now because Su Qingsang could let it go. If she could, naturally, she could too.
When many people talked about things that had nothing to do with them, they always liked to say that the past was the past.
However, they didn't know that sometimes the hurt couldn't be passed.
Closing her eyes, Su Peizhen emptied her mind and left Ling Jing behind. She didn't think about anything.
… …
Kyoto, Japan.
Su Peizhen stood in front of the simple wooden door and turned to look at Xiang Caiping.
"We are half a month late. The maple leaves here are almost all gone. "
The Colored Glass Courtyard was a relatively small tourist attraction in Kyoto, Japan. It was opened twice a year. Cherry blossoms in spring and maple leaves in autumn.
Su Peizhen and the others were late. It was already past the opening hours, but they could still vaguely see the red leaves all over the mountain, as well as the shadow of autumn.
It was a nice day. She and Xiang Caiping had been in Japan for three days.
Two days ago, he brought Xiang Caiping to Tianlong Temple and Qingshui Temple. Xiang Caiping had been to Japan once before, but that time, Su Qingsang had taken her to Tokyo. There was also Nara's hot spring.
This time, when Su Peizhen brought her to the capital, she had never been there before. He was very excited along the way.
Of course, he was excited not because he could come and play, but because he could come with his daughter. This made her happier than the last time she went to Europe with a group of ginseng.
"Mom, it's already past the open season. I don't know if they'll let us in. Wait a minute, I'll go and ask. "
"It's okay for her. It's okay even if she can't. Anyway, since we're here, we'll just take it as exercise and walk around."
"Okay."
Su Peizhen went up and knocked on the door. After a serious conversation with the people inside, she pointed in the direction of Caiping.
After about five minutes, the people in the temple finally relented and agreed to let them in.
The low-key, simple wooden door was a picturesque scene of early winter inside. Although the maple leaves were already damaged, they could still see a fiery red.
Xiang Caiping looked at the beautiful scenery in front of her and was in a good mood.
"It's so beautiful here."
"Yes, it's beautiful." Su Peizhen handed a bag in her hand to Xiang Caiping. "There's a place for tourists to copy scriptures. Do you want to copy them?"
The most special thing about this temple was not only the beautiful scenery. Another special feature was that there would be scriptures for the guests to copy here. Tourists would write down their wishes and offer them in front of Buddha, asking Buddha to bless their wishes to come true.
"Okay."
Xiang Caiping was not a religious person in the past, but ever since she recognized her daughter and a series of things happened, she began to believe.
Su Peizhen took Xiang Caiping up the stairs to the second floor.
In addition to enjoying the beautiful scenery, there were also tables for tourists to copy scriptures. Xiang Caiping was very devout. Su Peizhen was only there to accompany her. Seeing her like that, she sat down.
She did not believe in Buddhism and did not understand Buddhist scriptures. Looking at the words on it, there was a strange but familiar feeling.
She knew the words, but when put together, she did not know what they meant. Glancing at Xiang Caiping, she picked up the pen and started copying.
Every stroke, every word, and every sentence. Slowly, she became focused and did not even notice that there was another person in the room.
After he finished copying, the last blank space was for him to write his name and wish.
After writing her name, Su Peizhen was stunned for a long time. Her wish?
Thinking about her current state of life, she did not seem to have any wishes. Her relationship with Su Chenghui and Li Qianxue had eased, and her relationship with Xiang Caiping was considered close.
Even Su Qingsang, whom she had never liked before, was now in contact with again.
She did not have to worry too much about the company, as long as she did not court disaster. She believed that before she retired, her life would only get better, not worse.
Then, she really could not think of any wishes.
Looking out of the window, she saw the red and green mountain scenery. Life was too short. The four seasons changed, and a lifetime passed in a few spring and autumn.
Closing her eyes, she wrote down eight words.
— — No desire, no love, strong.
When she finished writing, she found that Xiang Caiping was still copying. She quietly got up, wanting to stretch her muscles and bones.
Her gaze fell on the figure sitting on the other side. For a moment, she thought there was something wrong with her eyes.
Ling Jing? Why was he here?
Ling Jing sat diagonally across from her. He lowered his head and was very focused on copying scriptures.
Su Peizhen inexplicably felt a little uncomfortable. She wanted to say something, but it seemed that she could not say anything.
The room was very quiet. Ling Jing seemed to be very serious and did not notice that she had finished copying.
At this time, there were no other tourists. Su Peizhen got up, turned around, and walked to the window to look at the scenery outside.
The mountain wind was very strong, and the capital was a little cold at this season. She crossed her arms, feeling complicated and indescribable.
Xiang Caiping quickly finished copying. She got up and walked in front of her, asking her where to put the copied scriptures.
Su Peizhen took the scripture from her hand. "Just put it in the temple hall downstairs and worship it in front of the Buddha."
Xiang Caiping wanted to say something, but realized that there were other people present, so she whispered, "Then let's go down."
Su Peizhen nodded, forcing herself not to look in Ling Jing's direction. Unexpectedly, Ling Jing had also finished copying at this time.
He got up, walked in front of them, smiled at them, and nodded again.
Xiang Caiping had always been a warm person, so she also returned a smile.
Seeing Xiang Caiping's smile, Ling Jing immediately wanted to say something, but when he saw Su Peizhen's gloomy face, he could only shut up.
He went straight in the direction of the downstairs.
Out of the room, downstairs, and through the lobby was the temple hall of the Colored Glass Courtyard. At this time, there were monks chanting scriptures inside.
Although they were using a language that Xiang Caiping did not understand, it did not reduce the devotion in her heart.
"I'm going to worship the Buddha. Help me put this on the table. "
"Okay." Su Peizhen nodded. She took the two copied scriptures to the table and saw Xiang Caiping's wish at a glance.
'I hope that my daughter Su Peizhen can find happiness.'
This simple sentence made Su Peizhen's heart tremble. She knew very well that Xiang Caiping had always been a very traditional, very simple woman. But she was still moved by this prayer.
Compared to her, she seemed to be much colder. When she put the scriptures on the table, she saw the handwritten Buddhist scripture on the top.
She glanced at it and saw her name on it.
'I hope that Su Peizhen can forgive me and be with me.'
"…"
Childish. Ridiculous. Boring.
Did he think that she would be moved by him doing something like this? Would she forgive him and agree to be with him?
Su Peizhen expressionlessly placed the scriptures she had copied on the table and took a step back. When she saw Xiang Caiping, who was sincerely worshipping Buddha, she put her palms together and closed her eyes with sincerity.
She had no wish in her heart. She only hoped that Xiang Caiping would be healthy and that the people she cared about would be safe and happy.
Feeling a slight movement beside her, she looked to her side.
Ling Jing had not left yet. He also stood beside her devoutly, with his hands together and his eyes closed.
Su Peizhen looked at him and thought about the wish he had just written. His hands, which were hanging by his side, clenched tightly. Soon, he pretended that nothing had happened and looked elsewhere.
Xiang Caiping happened to be done. She walked to Xiang Caiping and gestured for her to leave with her.
The exit was on the other side. Along the corridor of the Japanese-style building, they passed through another room and left the main building.
When they came out, the cold wind blew on Xiang Caiping's face. "The temperature here is fine. It's not colder than Rong City."
"Yes." She had seen the weather forecast before. It seemed that it would snow in Rong City in the next few days.
"I don't know if it will snow here. If it does, it should be beautiful."
"If you like it, I can come with you when it snows here."
"That's not necessary." Xiang Caiping patted her hand and smiled gently. "You are already busy with work. You don't have to accompany an old woman like me every day. If I want to come next time, I can come with the tour group. "
Su Peizhen did not respond. Xiang Caiping's expectations of her were too low.
As they spoke, they had already walked up the stairs. He heard light footsteps coming from behind him.
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