Conan: Ke Xue’s daily life in the world of elderly care

Bamboo shadows danced, the hot and humid weather in summer was blocked by layers of bamboo forests, streams gurgled, and an old monk wearing simple clothes sat in the corridor, slowly tapping the wooden fish in front of him, and the dull sound could be heard far away.

"All the evil deeds I have done in the past were all caused by greed, anger and ignorance without beginning..."

The calm and old voice was chanting something slowly. The voice was mixed with the breeze of bamboo leaves, but his heart gradually sank.

Beside, a kneeling man twists a string of golden beads in his hand. His finger bones have smooth lines. His cold white skin is a little red at the joints. The blood vessels on the back of his hands are clearly visible. With just one glance, you can tell that these hands are placed on formalin. It will definitely be a perfect specimen.

Tang Muqing lowered his always passionate peach blossom eyes and quietly listened to the old monk opposite him preaching. For a moment, he felt that Japanese was not very suitable for such a scene.

The sound of footsteps came from behind, and a man in a suit knelt beside him, keeping silent and listening to the sound of scriptures. There was a faint fragrance in the air, a common but distant temple fragrance.

The golden bead string rolled over three times, and the old monk knocked on the wooden fish and fell into silence.

Tang Muqing stood up, put the golden beads back on his wrists, turned and walked towards the door.

There are some wrinkles in the suit, but no matter what, the suit is not suitable for worshiping Buddha.

"I've never heard of you having such a belief..." came a calm male voice, with a hint of helplessness in his voice.

Tang Muqing walked along the corridor to the Zen room where he lived, and his tone was rare without a hint of gentleness and sweetness, "Well, because I really don't believe it."

Tang Mu and Cheng were slightly startled and couldn't help laughing, "Treating the temple as a hotel for temporary stay?"

"Well, it's been a bit too hot in Tokyo these days..." Tang Muqing responded, stretched out his hand to open the door of the Japanese room and walked in. The door was wide open, facing the endless green, "I also want to find a place to isolate myself. Two days.”

The sea of ​​bamboo was fluttering, the wind blew in along the bamboo forest, and the pages on the table were flying around, but they were pressed together by the teacup.

Tang Muqing sat casually aside and looked at the visitor, "Why is uncle interested in coming here to see me today?"

"Mr. Ohara called me and said that he has not contacted you during this period, nor at home." Tang Muhecheng smiled warmly and looked down at Tang Muqing as he skillfully played with the tea set and brewed a cup with a light golden color. The tea soup was flowing, and the slender fingers were flying among the tea sets, which was pleasing to the eye. "I also want to see if you have become dependent on Mr. Obara. You felt sad about his leaving, so you found a place to hide."

Hearing this, Tang Muqing laughed out loud.

He held the teapot and added a cup of tea for Tang Mu and Cheng, with a playful smile on his lips, "Now we may not know who is relying on whom."

Look, aren’t you starting to look for it yourself?

Tang Mu and Cheng raised their eyes, looking at their eldest nephew with twinkling eyes, meaning unknown.

The twenty-five-year-old man looks much more mature than in previous years. His gentleness becomes more tolerant as he grows older, and his frivolous temperament seems to add to his charm.

"How are you doing?" Tang Mu and Cheng looked away, holding the tea cup and sniffing lightly, "Didn't you stay in the hospital for two days a few days ago?"

Tang Muqing shook his head, "It's okay. He suffered from heatstroke during the day and was exposed to the air conditioner for a long time at night. He has recovered."

Maybe it's the buff from Ke Xue's world, or maybe it's because of this heartthrob aura.

"Now that you've recovered, come back with me." Tang Mu Hecheng's voice was calm, and he had already arranged various schedules for Tang Muqing. "If you don't want to take over the family affairs, you should go back and meet your peers. You are not young anymore."

"Then uncle, set an example for me?" Tang Muqing still had the slight smile on his face, twirling the teacup between his fingers with a smile on his face, "I'm still waiting for uncle to find a gentle and beautiful aunt to give me one at the wedding. Here’s a meeting gift.”

Urging marriage, right?

Then let’s hurry together!

"I'm also waiting for you to have a baby soon and call me grandpa." Tang Muhecheng's expression remained unchanged, and he knelt down on the side of the tea table and was extremely calm. "I am forty years old, and I still don't want to delay the beautiful lady."

"I can't give birth. I don't have a girl I like for the time being, and the one I like now...doesn't have the ability to give birth to a child." Tang Muqing laughed out loud, as if he really felt that he was going to have no children, "Uncle, don't worry about me, I My free and happy life has completely ruined my family, so there is no need to have a child to inherit the few dollars I have left."

The family does have the throne, but it doesn't matter, he can work hard to destroy the family.

"We have to leave an heir, what about adoption?" Tang Mu Hecheng put down his tea cup and asked softly, "My family has also done a lot of charity work. I can ask the orphanage to send you some information."

"No." Tang Muqing shook his head, as if he was not interested at all, "If uncle wants to have a child, I have no problem with it, but I won't have a child, and neither will a partner."

Tang Mu and Cheng looked up in disbelief, "You want to become a monk?"

how?

After being targeted by the organization, do you not think about the future at all?

Is his eldest nephew so loyal to the organization?

"If you don't want to shave your hair, you can consider it, but I obviously don't abide by the rules and regulations." Tang Muqing glanced at the bamboo sea outside the window and couldn't help but chuckle, "But I really have no faith, and now I'm just looking for a place to relax and escape the heat."

Tang Mu and Cheng sighed heavily, turned around and left after drinking a cup of tea, and sent an email to a bottle of gin to express the results of his experiment.

Tang Muqing was still leaning in the Zen room in a daze, shaking his phone in his hand and looking distracted.

After a long time, the phone vibrated slightly.

Tang Muqing lowered his eyes and fell silent while looking at the new emails that appeared in his mailbox.

[Campari, the organization does not restrict your life, will not require you to invest all your industry in the organization, and will not control your descendants. ————Gin. 】

Tang Muqing:...

what?

Gin, what did you misunderstand?

Tang Muqing went over the conversation he had just had with the Regent in his mind, and thought for a long time before replying.

【ah? Don’t you think that I don’t fall in love, get married, or have children because I’m so involved in the organization that I gave up on myself, right? ——Campari. 】

After a moment, the email popped up again.

【Is not it? ————Gin. 】

Tang Muqing became even more silent.

Lo and behold, the chief manager of the winery started urging him to do something important in his life.

[It seems you still don’t understand me. Do you want to accompany me to have a heart-to-heart talk in the temple? ——Campari. 】

Tang Muqing threw away his cell phone and lay on the tatami, thinking about when Gin's black stick would be knocked down.

I am already in my mid-twenties. If I don’t take care of myself, I will get wrinkles. That’s not okay!

【Arrived in the evening. ————Gin. 】

Tang Muqing glanced sideways, withdrew his gaze and closed his eyes.

Okay, wait a moment, cultivate the relationship with Gin first, and loosen the string of Zhu Fu Jingguang's kite at the same time.