The lightness of the world of mortals

Ming Yue dragged, dragged, zoomed in, and zoomed out on the three-dimensional map on the screen over and over again. That's right, this address was a nun's convent.

"Angie, how accurate is the address?"

"Fifty feet. Auntie, I know it's a Catholic convent, don't you think so?"

Isn't it right?In fact, when Mingyu saw that word, he somehow felt that it fit together, like snow and winter, autumn and fallen leaves, rose and love, cheddar and cracker... It was a kind of fateful fit, which also explained why Chen Xilin was in the She cannot be found in the mortal world.

But she was a little reconciled, not reconciled to Qingqing voluntarily giving up all possibilities in the mortal world.

"Anji, if it's her, do you think the Qing family can accept this result?"

Angie seemed to shrug over there, "It's better than death."

A corner of Pingcheng, where the lights are just on, has an antique flavor.

Valentine's Day is here, but they can't reunite in San Fran as agreed a month and a half ago, let alone meet her family as Chen Xilin planned.

The gift Chen Xilin ordered arrived, and he was looking at her beautifully on the table.

Ming Yu came out of the deserted convenience store, lit a cigarette, and looked at the antique bus platform and the gazebo and rocks illuminated by corner lights in a haze. She thought, how could Qingqing decide to hide away when she knew her destiny?

At that time, she hated it so much that she wanted never to come back for the rest of her life. When she was 28 years old, she sneaked back. Her childhood home was no longer there, and the expanded Pingcheng was almost unrecognizable to her.When she returned to City C, she bought a house and thought she had settled down at home, but after she moved to Amsterdam, she got used to it. She suddenly realized that home was far from being the ownership of a house. Get used to it, no place is home anymore.

Until this trip back to Pingcheng, where she saw her uncle’s family, heard the familiar local accent, ate the familiar hometown food, and was accompanied by her lover at any time, she suddenly felt that maybe “home” is purely a humanistic concept, where can I live well? Home is where you most resemble yourself.It can even be in a person's side, through the wandering of physical location.

How could Qingqing manage a nun's convent in Africa?

I haven't smoked for a long time. It's strong and refreshing.

Damai must go there, so he just had to tell Chen Xilin.The phone rang, and it wasn't someone else.

"Are you outside?"

Long-distance love can exercise one's hearing.

"Well, let's go out and buy something."

"cigarette?"

Ming Yu couldn't help laughing, "Give Detective Chen a thumbs up."

"Who told me to stop smoking a few days ago?"

"Lynn, you were born in England and moved to Haicheng when you were two years old, right?" Ming Yu answered irrelevantly.

"Huh? Yes, why do you think of asking this?"

"And then you left at the age of eight, so will Haicheng make you feel more at home?"

"Well...sometimes in a trance, I think of a certain feeling in my childhood, which is more intimate. By the way, my grandfather only speaks Haicheng dialect to me. I think this is also the reason. He was in Haicheng. big."

"So speaking in dialect makes you feel more at home? Come on, I'll only speak Haicheng dialect with you, okay?"

"Hey." Chen Xilin chuckled, and spoke back to her in Pingcheng.

Ming Yu was amused by her, and only people from these ten miles and eight villages could hear the difference between the two dialects. Chen Xilin became "one of my own" among "one of my own".

"Did you feel very touched by your hometown this time?"

"Well, I have deep feelings. I remember that when I was in middle school, the housing prices in Pingcheng suddenly rose, but it was okay at that time. You may not believe it, it is one or two thousand and one flat. In the millennium, we went to Hanshui Temple to listen to the bell. At that time, my uncle and his friends were in a newly built classical villa called "Humble House" next to the Lun Temple. At that time, the price of a villa was 500 million, which was a sky-high price that ordinary people in Pingcheng couldn't imagine at that time. It is said that Many Japanese went to buy it because of Hanshui Temple. At that time they said that "Humble House" was not good, and it could not be sold at a price among Chinese people. Twenty years have passed, and my uncle and cousin's houses are almost 20 million. But I heard that 'Humble House' is really not easy to sell, and it hasn't risen much until now."

After Ming Yu said so much in one breath, he suddenly felt a little embarrassed, "Oh, why are you talking about such a trivial matter."

"I like to hear it very much, Yu, do you want to have a home in Pingcheng?"

Ming Yue's eyes suddenly turned red, he paused, and when his emotions recovered, "Maybe."

"It was your home in the first place, but now it's just missing a material carrier, which is also the simplest."

"Actually, I have thought about buying a house in Pingcheng a few times, but I feel that it is boring to come and go alone. If you like it in the future, we will come to Pingcheng to live every year. This material carrier is meaningful."

"I'm fine. How about we go to see the house after the epidemic is over?"

The antique nostalgia in front of me suddenly has a carrier, the corner lamps are brilliant, the mountains and rocks are moving, and the wind at night is warm. Nostalgia and belonging never lie in whether there is a reinforced concrete grid in this city, but rather She is a person with flesh and blood, and she will plan the future with her.

"Okay."

"Do you like a garden-style yard?"

"How do you know I like it?"

"What I like, you should like."

Ming Yu lowered his head, with a honey-like smile on the corner of his mouth, and then disappeared, "Lynn, I'm going to Damai on a business trip, and I'm leaving the day after tomorrow, what do you need me to do?"

She decided to go there under the guise of a business trip, Chen Xilin would not let her go to Damai again for her own business.

"what?"

"Quite suddenly, let me go to Damai to talk about something."

Chen Xilin didn't seem to be able to react. She thought that even if she couldn't persuade Ming Yue to return to the Netherlands, at least she could stay in Pingcheng honestly and see her as soon as Haicheng lifted the ban.

"you sure?"

"determine."

Chen Xilin heard Ming Yue's footsteps, heard her step into the door, heard her open the door and walked in.The gift prepared for her was still lying on the table in front of her, as if staring at her, asking her when she would hand herself over to the master.

"Lynn, if my business is done and Haicheng is still sealed, I'll come back."

"No," Chen Xilin sighed, "Yu, you really worry me."

Ming Yue held the scarf he just took off, and stood still for a moment. She could hear Chen Xilin's anger. This was the most obvious dissatisfaction Chen Xilin could express to her.

"I must take care of myself, okay? Looking at the situation in Haicheng, the ban should be lifted soon."

Chen Xilin responded, "You're going on a business trip, and I can't tell you not to go... When you're done, you can go back to the Netherlands no matter what happens in Haicheng, okay? I'll go find you."

"Okay, okay." Ming Yu responded, but thought in his heart, the world is changing rapidly, who knows what it will be like in a week or two weeks.

Until the day when Ming Yue left, Chen Xilin didn't seem to realize it. Damai was the place he should go quickly, so why did it become Ming Yue who was going on a business trip?

WM has started work, and Wang Qi will send herself a progress report every week. Mingyu always asks herself if there is anything she needs to deal with in the past few days. She doesn't want Mingyu to really start doing work for her. That's not a day It can be figured out in two days, and she hopes that Mingyu can end his business trip quickly and return to Amsterdam.

But Ming Yue couldn't help asking again and again, she knew that Ming Yue would definitely go to the Q Fund to have a look, so she greeted Wang Qi, explaining that he would come over, and if she wanted to see something, she had her own authorization.

The airport pick-up and protection work was still handed over to Abadu, and no one could trust him except Chen Xilin.

"Yu, I'm all to blame for your trip to China. You're very tired, and your work must have been affected."

Ming Yu was waiting in the lounge to board the plane, and his voice was low, "This trip has been very rewarding. I successfully persuaded someone to come with me to Pingcheng to make a home."

She had a big matter on her mind, something that she couldn't talk to Chen Xilin for the time being, but it was closely related to her. It didn't feel good, so she could only talk about it lightly.

"You want to make a home in Pingcheng, why do you need to run back? I can promise you in minutes."

"It's because I came back from this trip that I made up my mind." Ming Yue got up and looked at the runway outside the window, "I hope to fly to you next time."

"I fly to you."

Damai has a temperature close to [-] degrees Celsius, and Mingyu spent half a day buying a few sets of simple summer clothes in Pingcheng before leaving.

She specially bought a special white suit, planning to wear it to meet Qingqing.

Abadu was very happy to see Mingyu again, "Every time Boss Lynn comes, we will talk about Miss Ming!"

"Really?" Ming Yu almost rolled his eyes in the back seat of the jeep, then turned around and sent a message to Chen Xilin.

——I heard that you often gossip about me when you didn’t contact me~

A reply came in a while.

—Told Abado he was about to have his salary deducted.

The person whose salary was to be deducted looked at Ming Yue from the rearview mirror, and grinned his white teeth instantly, "Miss Ming, you smile so happily!"

Mingyu raised his eyes to look at the rearview mirror, feeling a little embarrassed, "Ah, the weather is fine... Abado, please take a walk around the Saint Atropos Convent, I want to take a look."

Abado was stunned, "Huh? Atropos nunnery?"

Mingyu looked at the expression on his face, "Oh, I'm sorry, you are a Muslim, is it inconvenient?"

Abadu seemed to struggle a bit, "Actually, it's nothing, as long as you don't let me in..."

Mingyu thought, how could he bring you in?Then I thought again, if Abado stayed close to him these days like before, would he report his going to the convent to Chen Xilin?

The car drove for about ten minutes, and came to a quiet area on the outskirts of Damai. Abado pointed to a simple building in front of him, "Miss Lynn, that is St. Artepoulos Convent."

Mingyu looked at the gray and white low houses, surrounded by painted black metal fences, and under the eye-catching cross at the gate was written: St. Artepoulos Nunnery.

She took out her mobile phone and logged into her WeChat account, only to see a message sent by Anji when she hung up the horse: weallmissyou.

She closed her eyes, and "Saint Atropolos" under the cross came to mind, Atropolos, this name is so familiar... Ah, she is the one who cut the thread of life in the fates, right?

No, the thread of fate is not in her hands.

Mingyu opened his eyes and sent her a message: Qingqing, my name is Mingyu, I'm here in Damai, just outside the St. Atropos nunnery, please let me see you, for all the miss You and the people you miss.