The Romance of the West Chamber: The Bells are Ringing

Zhang Sheng stood at the door of the Buddhist hall, watching the figures of Yingying, Mrs. Cui and others gradually go away until they disappeared around the corner. His expression was a little solemn, and his eyes were full of nostalgia and loss, as if there were thousands of words in his heart that were difficult to express.

His fingers gently clenched into fists and then slowly unclenched, as if he was trying to control his emotions. He had ups and downs in his heart. He didn't know how to express his feelings, and he was afraid of being rejected and misunderstood.

"Yingying..." He murmured in a low voice, as if talking to the retreating figure, but unfortunately the figure had already disappeared from sight.

At this time, the morning bell in the Buddhist temple was still echoing, rippling in my heart like waves. Zhang Sheng took a deep breath and tried to calm down the turmoil in his heart, but he still couldn't suppress his emotions.

He turned around slowly, his face suddenly became solemn, and he staggered away from the Buddhist temple, as if he didn't know where to go, and his steps were a little confused. He kept thinking about the eye contact he had just had with Yingying in the Buddhist temple, trying to find clues and answers.

Qintong followed Zhang Sheng closely, looking at Zhang Sheng's expression with uncertainty in his heart. He knew that Zhang Sheng must have many entanglements and contradictions in his heart, but he did not dare to disturb him too much and could only follow silently.

He thought in his heart: "Zhang Junrui's attitude towards Miss Yingying just now was so gentle. It seems that he has his heart. But his look now seems a little hesitant and confused. I don't know what he wants to do. ?”

Zhang Sheng's pace gradually quickened. He seemed to be looking for an exit, hoping to find a place where he could be alone and think about his own thoughts and future.

Seeing Zhang Sheng walking faster and faster, Qintong didn't dare to fall behind and hurriedly followed. He secretly prayed: "I hope Zhang Junrui can sort out his thoughts as soon as possible and find the right direction."

Finally, Zhang Sheng came to his hut. He stood in the center of the hut, his hands tightly clenched into fists, his eyes cold and deep.

Qintong stood beside Zhang Sheng, looking at his master's expression, he couldn't help but feel a little uneasy. He knew that the master must be experiencing agitation in his heart at this moment, but he didn't know what choice he would make.

"Mr. Lang, what are your plans?" Qin Tong finally couldn't help but ask. He was eager to understand his master's thoughts, but he didn't dare to ask directly.

Zhang Sheng turned his head, looked at Qintong, and said expressionlessly: "Dog, no, Zong Dan, don't worry, I just need to be alone to think quietly. There are some things that I need to think clearly on my own."

Qintong nodded, knowing that Zhang Sheng didn't want to say more, so he took a step back and stood aside silently. He felt the same contradiction and depression in Zhang Sheng's heart, but he also understood that this was a problem that Zhang Sheng had to face on his own.

Zhang Sheng paced the hut, constantly thinking about his encounter and exchange with Yingying in his mind. He wants to express his emotions but is afraid of rejection. He was torn internally, hoping to appear fearless, but in reality he was a little reserved.

"I can't just give up." He made up his mind secretly, with an inexplicable light flashing in his eyes. He understands that in order to win Yingying's heart, he must try his best to overcome various difficulties and obstacles.

Outside the window, a bird flew lightly, causing Zhang Sheng to look up. He watched the bird fly into the distance, and felt a sudden enlightenment in his heart.

At this time, his mood gradually calmed down, and a confident smile appeared on his face again. He turned back to Qintong and said to his loyal servant: "Zongdan, Yanmo!"

Seeing Zhang Sheng's relaxed expression, Qintong knew that he was already worried, so he quickly prepared pens, ink, paper and inkstones on the table and began to grind the ink at the table.

"Yingying..." Zhang Sheng muttered the name of the female Bodhisattva silently, recalling the scene just now in the Buddhist temple, her gentle eyes, slightly shy smile, and the moment when their eyes met.

Zhang Sheng understood the feeling and love in his heart, but at the same time he felt helpless. Zhang Sheng felt lost, as if all the beautiful possibilities were right in front of him but out of reach.

In this quiet little room, Zhang Sheng felt lonely and confused. The bell was still ringing continuously, like waves of deep sighs, seeming to be telling his state of mind.

Zhang Sheng looked at the sky outside the window. The sun had risen very high. The bright sunlight shone on him, but it could not dispel the haze in his heart.

Zhang Sheng's mood fluctuated like the tide at this moment. He sat in front of the writing desk, holding an ink pen in his hand, but he didn't know what to write.

The sun shines in through the window, reflecting his figure writing. He looked focused and a little anxious. He had a secret hidden in his heart and was unwilling to reveal it to others easily.

Finally, Zhang Sheng prepared the manuscript and started writing quickly.

Qintong stood aside, curiously watching Zhang Sheng write, but he didn't know what Zhang Sheng was writing. He couldn't help but want to see the content of the text, but he didn't dare to disturb Zhang Sheng easily.

However, Qintong's curiosity gradually overcame his concerns, and he tried to get closer to Zhang Sheng, hoping to take a peek. But at this moment, Zhang Sheng suddenly raised his head and looked at Qintong, his eyes cold and decisive.

"Qintong, please go out. This is my private matter." Zhang Sheng's tone was firm. He did not want anyone to pry into his inner secrets.

Qintong was kicked out of the door. He stood outside the door, feeling a little disappointed, but he also understood Zhang Sheng's decision.

In the room, Zhang Sheng continued to write quickly, his pen and ink were elegant and his handwriting was smooth. He had so many thoughts at the moment, and the inner turmoil made him overwhelmed.

The sunlight reflected on his face, his expression was complex and decisive, and his heart was turbulent like a storm.

At this time, the atmosphere in the room became more and more silent, and only the sound of ink pen sliding across paper echoed in the air. Zhang Sheng's face no longer had the anxiety just now, replaced by calmness and determination.

After a while, he finally finished writing. He looked up at the door, knowing it was time.

Qintong stood outside the house, waiting anxiously for Zhang Sheng. He couldn't help but feel curious about what Zhang Sheng had just written. But he knew that Zhang Junrui would never reveal anything to him.

He thought of the exchange between Zhang Sheng and Lady Yingying in the Buddhist temple just now. Their eyes met and seemed to have deep meaning. Qintong secretly speculated in his heart: "The master's expression when he was talking to Miss Yingying just now was soft and gentle. It can be seen that he has a soft spot for her."

"Is the content written by Junrui about Miss Yingying?" Qintong said to himself. He had some guesses about Zhang Sheng's thoughts, but he was not sure.

The sound of swiping in the hut gradually stopped, and Qin Tong knew that his master had finished writing. He looked at the door, waiting for Zhang Sheng, and couldn't help feeling a little uneasy. He wondered if Zhang Junrui would cause trouble?

There was movement inside the door. The door of the small room slowly opened, and Zhang Sheng came out with a solemn expression, as if he was deeply worried.

Seeing the piano boy standing outside the door, he suddenly became a little annoyed and shouted: "You dog slave, why are you standing here and being lazy? Have your clothes been washed? Has the white horse been fed? I won't ask you to do it, so I'm just stuck here! No! Do you know how to be smarter?" He waved his hand and wanted to hit the piano boy again.

The piano boy was startled and ran away quickly, saying: "Don't fight! Don't fight! I'm going to work, right away!" He quickly ran towards the stable.

Zhang Sheng frowned and watched the piano boy disappear, then straightened his clothes, looked up at the sky, thought for a moment, nodded, and walked towards the monk's dormitory.