The woman I love is cruel

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"I think you already have the answer, you just need to seek another person's affirmation."

Fang Fei said: "...Yes, I already have the answer."

At this moment, she seemed to be back in early August, a busy Monday.

In the hottest month, on this windless afternoon, Du Menglan was going to be buried.

The humming of cicadas in the shade of the tree also seemed to be dying. Since the lawsuit was not going well, most of the guests who came to the funeral looked gloomy. Old Tang was holding Du Menglan's posthumous photo, standing as a widow, but the passing guests didn't pay much attention to it. thing.

Fang Fei was sent here by Miss Wen, but she could only go in alone. Miss Wen stood under the tree and watched from afar, with no one else around.

The jar containing the ashes was so small that Fang Fei wondered how it could hold such a large person.

When it comes to saying goodbye to the deceased, people walk past the tomb in order.

Fang Fei was at the end.

Standing in front of the tombstone, she saw the words "Du Menglan" engraved on the black stone.

There are a lot of thoughts in my heart that I want to tell her, and I feel that telling the dead will only make people in the underground flustered.

----I always thought that death is a matter of courage, but then I realized that living is really a matter of courage.

----If it were you, you would definitely believe in Miss Wen, so this time I also choose to believe in Miss Wen. If you are watching from heaven and earth, you must bless Miss Wen. This is not only helping yourself, but also helping All the people alive who care about you.

---- Give old Tang a dream, she misses you very much, and I lied to her before, don't talk about the serial port.

----If there is an afterlife, I will live a happy life, so don't be unhappy, we will probably still be friends if we can meet.

what do you say?

Chapter 22 Chapter 22

Fang Fei suddenly realized.

It turned out that that day, regardless of the recent wandering, she had already taken a step in the direction of her entanglement.

That step was not only my choice, but also various chances and coincidences that pushed me in that direction.

"What should I do?" she asked.

The little monk said, "Do what you really want to do."

She asked, "What if you can't get what you want?"

The little monk said: "To get what you want, it depends on what angle you stand at. Let me ask you, what is the world in your eyes?"

what is the world

Fang Fei began to think. In her obscure childhood, she felt that the world was that lamp, and she was a moth that was smashed to pieces, but gradually she no longer thought so, the world was still that dim but firm lamp that radiated light, but she A moth emerges with a hand at the tip of its death.

A hand pinching her wings to prevent her from approaching the light source caused her pain, and she had to stretch out her tentacles in the air in vain.

But now, this hand slowly turned into cold and glowing pieces, she was so dazzled that she even forgot her mission to put out the fire.

what is the world

"The world is..."

Fang Fei wanted to answer, but the little monk seemed to already know the answer, and said it for her first, "The world is nothing, and it is everything."

He continued: "My world is this lotus pond."

He jumped down the wooden corridor, squatted by the lotus pond, picked up small stones, built them into a stone tower, and threw them into the pond one by one from the top.

The originally calm pond was splashed with water, the flowers and leaves were shaking, and the carp hiding from the heat under the lotus leaves also wagged their tails and fled everywhere.

"And I'm one of those carp."

The little monk said: "I am in a good mood. The lotus in my world is in full bloom. The carp just stays under the lotus and licks the dewdrops from the heart of the flower."

"I'm in a bad mood, my world is full of dead branches and leaves, and the carp is shivering in the mud at the bottom of the pond."

Fang Fei walked over slowly and knelt down beside him: "I have seen a movie, the beautiful actress knows her own destiny well, her world is a puddle full of tears, and she herself is A dying goldfish inside."

Fang Fei said, "So that's what it feels like."

The little monk patted the dirt on his hands, stood up, still smiling at Fang Fei.

Fang Fei clasped her hands together again: "Thank you for your teaching, Master."

The little monk blinked and tilted his head cutely, "It's okay, remember to bring me glass beads next time you come, it's very boring here."

Fang Fei nodded cautiously.

The little monk said again: "A piranha jumped into the lotus pond, I'm going to catch her, you go away."

Fang Fei nodded and wanted to leave on the way she had come and gone, but suddenly remembered her original purpose, and turned around to ask—but found that the little monk had disappeared.

Walking out of the round gate, Fang Fei was still in a daze. Was it a big dream just now, or did such an expert who turned into a little monk really say such a thing to herself?

She looked up, but the canopy of the ginkgo tree was still blocking out the sun.

At the end of summer, the leaves turn from green to yellow, and the layered colors are suitable for taking Japanese photos.

Between the piles of leaves, she seemed to see the little monk waving towards her, and when she looked closely, there were only ginkgo leaves left.

Perhaps hallucinations.

Thinking of this, she lowered her head and saw Miss Wen just coming in from the opposite door. As soon as she saw Fang Fei, she walked over with a straight face, wearing flat sneakers and stepping out of high heels.

"Fang Fei, where have you been?"

Fang Fei was a little aggrieved at first, but thinking about what happened just now, maybe she was the one who suddenly disappeared from Miss Wen's eyes?

Seeing Miss Wen worried about her own safety, her heart became sweeter, but she still raised her head to show her displeasure, "You still talk about me, I also want to ask why you disappeared in a blink of an eye just now, where did you go?"

Miss Wen discerned the authenticity of her words, "I walked around the side hall just now, thinking that you might want to try the vegetarian food here, so I came to ask you to join me, but I didn't expect you to be gone."

Fang Fei was surprised, "I stayed under this tree the whole time, and went to the right to look around before I saw you."

Miss Wen breathed slowly and vigorously, and replied, "Maybe we missed it by mistake."

"perhaps."

"Okay, the monk has finished eating, we can go to the car to eat the bento prepared by Aunt Tian if we can't catch up with Suzhai."

Get over this matter.

Fang Fei followed Miss Wen, her hands were tightly held by the person in front of her, and she switched positions from when she was going up the mountain.

Fang Fei was full of joy in her heart, she really wanted to grow up quickly, the moment she could really hug her, this joy completely disappeared when she saw the family who were lighting incense in front of the main hall.

"Fang Qing?"

Wearing sunglasses, with long hair dyed brown-red draped over his shoulders, Fang Qing was holding a boy less than five years old by the hand, followed by a man in his prime.

Perfect for a family of three.

If Fang Fei didn't stop and stare at the woman viciously, this picture could be used in the temple's promotional brochure.

Fang Qing didn't turn her head when she heard the voice. Like a normal mother, she persuaded the boy who was desperately holding her hand and was attracted by the Buddha statue enshrined in the temple, "Tiantian, don't run around, this is not at home."

Miss Wen recognized the man among them, she turned her head to look at Fang Fei, and said, "Lawyer Xie, long time no see."

Lawyer Xie who had inserted the incense turned around, froze for a moment, and nodded to Miss Wen, neither cold nor hot, not close enough to be treated coldly.

"It's been a long time, Lawyer Wen."

He has a good face, and he doesn't seem to deceive anyone when he looks at you honestly and honestly.

His face may belong to a down-to-earth worker in the 70s, or it may belong to the hawker with the most reasonable price in the whole market, but he does not look like a lawyer who can speak well and speak with a tongue.