After she died, Mr. Bo knelt in front of the tombstone and cried like a dog.

Jiang Wan stayed there, refusing to leave.

Jiang Yuchuan grabbed her arm and dragged her away, "Do you still want to keep messing around!"

When passing by Bohan.

Jiang Yuchuan apologized: "I will educate her well when I go back. Regarding Qiao Yu... you have to express your condolences."

Wait for the siblings to leave.

When Bo Hanshi turned around, he saw Xiangsi with her little face raised and her eyes wet.

"Dad, is what that bad woman said true?"

"She's just jealous of your mom, she's lying."

"Then I'm going to call my mother. I miss her..."

With that said, she used the small watch on her little wrist to call out Qiao Yu's number.

"Acacia..."

Bo Hanshi wanted to stop it, but it was too late.

Because, Qiao Yu's cell phone rang.

In the pocket of trousers when the weather is cold.

Xiangsi looked at him blankly, "Dad, I called mom, why is your phone ringing?"

Silent when it's cold.

"Mom is really dead?"

Bo Hanshi didn't pay attention to the buzzing cell phone. He squatted down and looked at the little guy at eye level.

He raised his hand, gently wiped away the tears on her face with his fingertips, and said warmly: "Xiangsi, do you believe that bad woman or dad?"

The little guy's eyes were red and he was crying, "Believe me, Dad."

"Perhaps many people will be like that bad woman, thinking that mom is dead, but dad thinks that she is still alive. Xiangsi, can you trust dad for once? Stay with dad and wait for your mom to come back."

Xiangsi cried and nodded, "Yeah! I believe dad, but when will mom come back? Dad, can you go get her back?"

Bo Hanshi looked at her and lost his voice for a few seconds.

With his Adam's apple rolling, he finally agreed in a dumb voice: "Okay. I promise you, I will definitely find her."

"Really? Dad, can we pull the hook?"

Xiangsi cried and stretched out her little hands, crying into tears.

Bo Hanshi simply couldn't bear to refuse.

"Hang yourself with a hook and it won't change for a hundred years."

The man's slender little finger and the little guy's short little finger pulled a hook and stamped a seal.

The little guy suddenly hugged his neck and asked tearfully: "Dad, you won't leave me too, will you?"

She didn't understand why her mother left them.

Is it because she is disobedient?

Bao Hanshi patted her back and comforted her, "Daddy will always be with you."

"Why did mom leave us? Doesn't she like me?"

"How could it be? She likes you, she just... doesn't like dad."

Xiao Xiangsi pursed her lips and asked, "Is she angry because I asked you to get married?"

Bo Hanshi kept wiping her tears.

He smiled lightly and said, "How can she be willing to be angry with you? She is just angry with me. When her anger subsides, she will come back."

"So where is she? Can we go see her?"

"She...she's on the mountain, in a temple."

Xiangsi opened her big watery eyes and asked, "Can I go?"

"You are too young to go up the mountain."

"Then Dad, go and see her. Mom must be very lonely alone."

"it is good."

He went to ask for a delusion or an obsession.

He doesn't believe this, but now, he can only believe it.

"Dad, I'll wait with you for mom to come back."

"it is good."

Baohan picked her up, one big and one small, an orange cat.

They will all wait for her to come back.

He is willing to sink to the bottom of the sea, even if he drowns, he will find her.

……

They say that the temple on the top of Mount Mo is very effective in making wishes.

Bo Hanshi didn't believe in this before, but now... he can only be superstitious once.

It's late summer in the imperial capital, and it's always windy and rainy.

He was unlucky. When he reached the mountainside, it began to rain heavily.

Qiao Yu also knelt in the heavy rain like this before, kowtowing step by step, praying that he could forgive her.

Later, he really forgave her.

Maybe, there is such a thing as being sincere and spiritual.

Buddha, you can really hear it.

It was like this when it was cold, step by step, kneeling up to the top of the mountain.

……

In the Moshan Temple.

The young apprentice was walking in a hurry and almost bumped into Xuan Kong.

"Why are you so anxious?"

"Master, I just saw a man coming down the mountain, kneeling in the heavy rain all the way up from the mountain. I saw that his heart was filled with despair, so I gave him a few words of advice. But he refused to leave. It was raining too hard. If something happens at the gate of the temple, it will be terrible..."

Xuankong frowned, "Take an umbrella, I'll go take a look."

……

A large bright yellow umbrella was placed over the cold weather, blocking out the wind and rain.

Xuankong looked down at him, "Young man, why are you kneeling in the rain?"

"I want something."

This young man is dressed in luxury.

His whole body exudes the aura of a superior, extremely noble, unlike ordinary people.

Since he wanted something, it must be something extremely difficult and impossible to achieve.

Xuan Kong's eyes were clear and clear: "But it's a matter of life and death?"

"I want to pray for her safe return."

Xuankong was startled, "She...is dead?"

"Life or death is uncertain."

"Young man, do you believe in Buddhism?"

Bao Hanshi always lowered his dark eyes, and there was a dead silence in his eyes, "I don't believe it."

Xuankong smiled lightly, "Since you don't believe it, it's useless to just make a temporary decision. It's getting dark, so hurry up and go down the mountain. If you are too obsessed, you will hurt others and yourself."

But Bao Hanshi still knelt there and refused to leave.

In the swaying uneasy wind and rain, that dignified figure remained firm and unwavering.

The person who came had a noble air about him, but he had a murderous aura.

Paranoid into madness.

Xuankong sighed: "You knelt down from the mountain to the mountain just to pray for her safety?"

"Yes."

"What price are you willing to pay to pray for her safety? There will be a price for asking."

He didn't hesitate: "I'm willing to give everything."

"Including your life?"

"Yes."

Xuankong smiled and said, "What you ask for will surely come true."

Hearing this, Bao Hanshi's drooping eyelashes suddenly trembled.

Xuankong added: "Instead of kneeling here forever, you might as well follow me to the front of the palace to burn a stick of incense."

Only when it was cold was he willing to get up.

He was covered in mud, but his steps were firm and full of life.

He walked to the front of the hall and burned a stick of incense.

Xuankong sighed softly from the side, "If you are a tough-minded person, the Buddha will not save you."

"Who can cross me?"

Xuan Kong laughed brightly, "If the Buddha doesn't help you, you can help yourself. Young man, come to the back hall with me."

Go around the winding corridor.

Bao Hanshi was taken into a secluded Zen courtyard.

Xuan Kong opened the door and called him to come in with him.

Inside the hut, a faint scent of books surrounded the humid air.

Xuankong turned around and searched on the simple bookshelf.

Find a slightly old prayer book.

"Write all your wishes in the prayer book before going down the mountain."

If he didn't give this young man a glimmer of hope, he was afraid that he would...

It is better to cross by Buddha than by oneself.

Bao Hanshi knelt down on the mat, opened the prayer book, picked up a pen, and was about to write down page by page.

But on the prayer book, he saw other people's writings.

He recognized the handwriting.

The three dots of water under the word "Bo" are written very cursorily, like words beside them.

This is... Qiao Yu's handwriting.

[There is another update, still at the old time, around 10:18]