The top-notch movie queen wears books, disguises herself as a man and is handsome all over the world

The light fan was blowing the rice paper on the desk. The man was lying on the ancient rocking chair near the balcony in the quiet room. The sun was shining in. A yellowed Buddhist scripture was placed on his face, covering his handsome face.

The smell of sandalwood in the quiet room had changed today. It seemed not as strong as when Dai Wan was around. It was lighter and darker, closer to the smell of Bo Hanting's body.

Glancing at the white smoke slowly rising from the incense burner, she gently closed the door.

After hesitating for a moment, she chose not to wake up the man in the rocking chair, but walked to the incense burner to study what was different about the sandalwood.

It's a pity that she knows nothing about sandalwood. They are all similar and can't tell the difference.

She took out another Buddhist scripture from the bookshelf and sat at the desk next to her. She had copied a few chapters with Dai Wan before. Maybe she had no connection with Buddhism in her life. After reading two pages, she actually yawned.

Sure enough, she is still suitable for reading books to answer questions. Buddhist scriptures are more boring than numbers.

The quiet room with the fragrance of books, the misty sandalwood, the dappled afternoon sun, the chirping of cicadas in midsummer, everything seems to be a hypnotic.

Time passed quietly, until a frightened bird landed on the railing and flapped its wings twice. The man in the rocking chair woke up, raised his hand to remove the Buddhist scriptures covering his face, and opened his eyes.

I haven't had a good night's sleep in a long time.

Looking at the swaying curtains, I felt a little dazed, as if I was in this room when I was a child, not long after arriving at Qin's house.

Mrs. Qin knelt on the futon, holding Buddhist beads, closing her eyes and reciting Buddhist scriptures. She told him that he had to calm down so that he could pray without distraction.

He was sitting on this rocking chair, not knowing what to worship this Buddha, and who should pray for this blessing?

The abbot master in the temple was like this when he was young, and so was Mrs. Qin.

If praying for blessings is useful, there really are gods in the world. The Bo family has done so much charity, but his parents still could not escape the disaster.

That time seemed like yesterday, and it seemed like a long time passed.

Buddha is just another spiritual sustenance! !

A flash of self-deprecation and anger flashed in his eyes. He stood up and closed the Buddhist scriptures, but was stunned when he turned around.

The anger in his eyes dissipated in an instant, and a touch of softness emerged, but it passed quickly and returned to calmness.

On the table behind him, a young man was sleeping, with fluffy hair pressed on his arms and long eyelashes.

When did he come in?

Her eyes fell on the yellowed Buddhist scriptures pressed under her arms. If the old lady knew that her favorite "Lotus Sutra" was actually pressed under her face while sleeping, the old lady would probably jump out of the coffin board in anger. Come out and give him a good lecture.

He wanted to pull out the Buddhist scriptures, but just as he reached out, the eyelashes of the young man on the desk trembled twice.

Qin Jingyu was not asleep to begin with. After he could feel the light in front of him being covered, he opened his eyes.

She saw a man wearing dark gray casual clothes of cotton and linen standing in front of her. Against the light, she couldn't see his face clearly for a while, but she could clearly feel that he was also looking at her. A gaze that cannot be ignored.

The two looked at each other silently, as if competing.

Qin Jingyu frowned, "Uncle?"

The man's Adam's apple rolled slightly and he hummed softly.

She stood up, "Sorry, how long have I been asleep?"

"It's still early." Bo Hanting bent down and picked up the Lotus Sutra from in front of her, and said calmly: "The old lady likes this sutra the most. She said that the wonderful method refers to the one-way method, the non-dual method, and the lotus flower. It symbolizes purity, being able to emerge from the mud without staining, and represents good causes and good results. Buddhism does not distinguish between high and low, and everyone can become a Buddha."

So many generations of the Bo family, including his parents, have not met a happy end. Maybe it is what the old lady said about good causes and good consequences, and evil causes and bad consequences. The Bo family is probably the latter.

Qin Jingyu: "..."

She could understand, but not much.

But she didn't expect that the book she picked up was the old lady's favorite.

I don’t know if she drooled on it just now. What a sin!

Bo Hanting put the Buddhist scriptures back on the bookshelf, his tone still casual: "Do you believe in Buddhism?"

When Qin Jingyu heard this, his eyes fell involuntarily on the string of red sandalwood beads on his wrist, and he shook his head: "I believe in myself."

The man raised his lips slightly and said, "Remember what you said."

She was puzzled: "Huh?"

"No matter how God knows it, Buddha or Dharma is not as important as believing in yourself." There was a hint of coldness in his voice.

Qin Jingyu vaguely noticed that something was wrong with him today. His expression was as cold as ever, and his tone did not fluctuate, so she couldn't tell what was wrong.

He said that he should believe in himself at all times and not believe in heaven and Buddhism, but he clearly believed in Buddhism.

"Uncle, are you okay?" Qin Jingyu hesitated and asked.

Bo Hanting put out the sandalwood in the incense burner and waved to her, "Come here and put some incense, and then I will take you to meet someone."

One second he was saying not to believe in Buddhism, and the next second he asked her to offer incense.

How strange!

But she still did as she was told. The Guanyin statue in the quiet room was brought back from the temple by Mrs. Qin a few years ago, and she had it specially made into a golden body.

Incense is supplied all year round, even when the old lady goes away.

She followed Bo Hanting's example, worshiped Guanyin devoutly and offered incense.

"Uncle, who do you want to take me to see?"

Bo Hanting looked down at her and wrote lightly: "We'll know when we get there."

If he didn't say anything, Qin Jingyu wouldn't ask further questions. Anyway, he wouldn't just sell her.

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Bo Hanting's return to Qin's house today was a private trip, so she didn't bring Yi Zheng with her. After she went to change her clothes, she got into Bo Hanting's car and set off.

The car drove all the way to the suburbs on the boulevard. Neither of them spoke much on the road. Listening to soothing music, it was difficult to relax.

Calm, peaceful.

Finally, the car parked outside a private nursing home in the suburbs. The place was beautiful, with blue sky and white clouds, and sika deer and rabbits on the lawn. It was free from the hustle and bustle of the city.

When she saw this sanatorium that looked like a European-style garden castle, she couldn't believe that there was such a beautiful place on the outskirts of the Imperial City.

But no matter how beautiful it is, it is still a sanatorium.

Thinking of the conversation between Mr. Qin and Bo Hanting before the training, her eyebrows skipped a beat. The person Bo Hanting brought her to see could not be...