Mr. Fu, please stop being abusive. Madam has already signed the divorce papers.

Silent night.

The master bedroom door was pushed open a crack.

Fu Zheng walked in quietly, with a faint smell of alcohol on his body, and approached the big bed step by step.

"Meow——" The gentle and cool Meow roommate discovered him.

"Shh-"

Fu Zheng placed the opened can in front of Wen Liang's roommate.

The roommate sniffed it carefully and ate it hungrily.

Fu Zheng gently touched Tuantuan's head, stood up and walked to the big bed.

Under the moonlight, the sleeping face is calm and peaceful, with beautiful eyebrows.

Fu Zheng couldn't look away for a long time.

He gently sat down on the edge of the bed and stroked her smooth and delicate face with his fingers like feathers.

Only at this time could he get so close to Wen Liang without seeing her cold and disgusted eyes.

He was afraid to see her look like that.

Fu Zheng, who was decisive and confident in business wars, would also be scared sometimes.

If he had heard this sentence before, he would have laughed it off and dismissed it.

But the moment he understood his feelings, he knew that there was an extra bond called Wenliang on him that could never be untied.

They had spent more than two years of marriage peacefully and harmoniously. They had been closely intertwined on this big bed and were in perfect harmony with each other. They had also been an enviable loving couple in the eyes of his aunt, but he failed to cherish all of this.

In the past, he was too conceited!

He knew that she would never forgive him again!

When she comes back from Lingyun Temple, she will no longer be his wife!

They have nothing to do with each other anymore!

After the divorce, she should be with Zhou Yu, right? !

At this moment, Fu Zheng was so jealous of Zhou Yu that he was going crazy with jealousy!

Fu Zheng's eyes fell on the warm, plump and tender red lips, his eyes darkened, and he leaned forward to kiss them without hesitation.

Warm, soft, and sweet, just like in his memory, he was addicted to it and couldn't extricate himself.

This may be the last time.

Fu Zheng closed his eyes and indulged himself wantonly.

After a long time, he raised his head, stared at the gentle and soft sleeping face, and gently kissed her forehead.

"A Liang, I love you."

No one heard.

Fu Zheng stood up gently and left.

Except for the lingering smell of alcohol in the air and the cans under Tuantuan's mouth, no one knew he had been there.

Early the next morning, Wen Liang and Fu Zheng set out for Lingyun Temple with extremely pious feelings.

No one of them asked to follow. There were only two of them in the car, with Fu Zheng as the driver and Wen Liang sitting in the back seat of the car.

When getting in the car, Wen Liang found a box on the back seat of the driver's seat.

The first moment he saw it, three big words came to Wen Liang's mind - urn.

She was silent for a moment, bit her lower lip, her voice trembled slightly, "This is..."

Fu Zheng looked at Wen Liang through the rearview mirror and nodded gently, "It's our child's ashes."

When he got the induced fetus, Fu Zheng thought about letting Wen Liang take a look, but he was afraid that it would aggravate Wen Liang's condition, so he finally took it upon himself to cremate him.

"Lingyun Temple has a rebirth hall where ashes can be stored. I want to place his ashes there, listen to sutras, listen to Dharma, and practice in front of the Buddha."

Wen Liang picked up the ashes and nodded gently.

She gently caressed the surface of the urn as if caressing a child.

……

Lingyun Temple is located in City C, and it was already noon when they arrived.

The temple is located at the end of Qixia Road in City C. It has a history of hundreds of years. The building has been repaired again and again, and it is still easy to see the charm of history.

It is said that Lingyin Temple was located in the suburbs of City C when it was first established. Only after hundreds of years of development and expansion, the area of ​​City C increased, and it became what it is now, surrounded by some residential areas.

Wen Liang hugged the ashes tightly and got out of the car.

Fu Zheng said hello in advance, and a young novice led them to a separate small building at the back. Wen Liang raised his head and took a look, and saw that the plaque on the small building read "Palace of Rebirth".

After entering, you saw that the entire wall in front of you was filled with square boxes, and ashes were stored in each box.

There are also differences in the ashes in the Rebirth Hall.

The first floor is for ordinary citizens, the second floor is for lay Buddhists who practice Buddhism at home, the third floor is for the souls of aborted babies, and the Haihui Pagoda houses the ashes of monks.

Under the guidance of the little novice monk, Wen Liang personally put the ashes into the storage box and locked it.

Then, the young novice led them to the Palace of Rebirth on the west side behind the main hall of the temple.

The Palace of Purity is located on a high ground, with a high level of steps in front of it.

There are ninety-nine and eighty-one steps, which means that only after ninety-nine and eighty-one difficulties can one achieve the right fruition and be reborn in bliss.

Fu Zheng held Wen Liang's hand, with pious eyes, and walked up the steps step by step.

The hall is dedicated to the Three Saints of the West, Amitabha Buddha, Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva, and Mahasthamaprapta Bodhisattva.

Wen Liang followed the little novice around a wall and saw countless yellow tablets enshrined behind the wall.

The young novice monk explained, "In the eyes of our Buddhists, tablets are the passport to the Western Paradise. The yellow row is the lotus tablet for salvation. It is a tablet set up by the living for the deceased to save the dead."

"Providing tablets for the souls of aborted babies, listening to the Dharma for a long time, receiving the blessings of the Three Jewels, accumulating merit, and being reborn in the Paradise of Paradise as soon as possible can also help the parents of the babies to break away from confusion and enlightenment, and start a new life."

"Shall we offer a memorial tablet to him?" Although it was a question, Fu Zheng's tone revealed determination.

"Okay." Wen Liang nodded.

"The name of the owner of the tablet needs to be written on the enshrined tablet. Please give him a name." said the little novice monk.

Fu Zheng and Wen Liang looked at each other.

Fu Zheng said: "Come on."

Wen Liang smelled the strong smell of incense in the temple and said, "Let's call him Yongning. I hope he will always be in peace."

"it is good."

The monks in the hall set up a memorial tablet for Yongning.

An ever-burning lamp was placed in front of the tablet, which was lit by Fu Zheng and Wen Liang themselves.

The moment the lights were lit, the lights were dim and solemn, and the warm eyes could not help but be filled with tears.

Baby, this is the only thing your mother can do for you.

In this life, we are not close enough as mother and son.

May you have eternal peace and early bliss in another world.

"Can I come see him more often in the future?" Wen Liang asked with a choked voice.

"can."

Fu Zheng gently wiped away the tears on Wen Liang's face with distress, feeling as if seawater was pouring into his heart, feeling bitter and astringent.

He wanted to grab Wen Liang's hand and tell her: Ah Liang, I was wrong. I didn't see my heart clearly. Can you give me another chance? I will love you well from now on, and let’s take care of the children together!

Knowing that it was impossible, knowing that he was no longer worthy, he still held unrealistic and extravagant wishes in his heart.

But Wen Liang looked at him and said, "Okay, let's go back. Hurry back now, maybe the Civil Affairs Bureau hasn't gotten off work yet."

Fu Zheng's heart sank to the bottom, and the words that were on his lips were not uttered in the end.

He stretched out half of his hand and froze in mid-air for a few seconds. Finally, he reached into his pocket and took out a lighter and cigarette case.

"I'm sorry, donor, but smoking is not allowed in the hall." the young novice reminded.

"Sorry." Fu Zheng put the lighter cigarette case back and closed his eyes silently, his eyes dim.