chance world

Fu Ruqing stood up, walked back to the entrance of the courtyard along the Huajian path, and said to the two people who were waiting silently: "Let's go." Then she walked out of the courtyard, her voice was much softer than usual, but she could not see it from her eyes Any difference from usual.

Looking at the little girl's vain footsteps in front of him, Ding Qiyu didn't know why Yinsu didn't go up to support her young lady.After hesitating for a moment, Ding Qiyu stepped forward and supported Fu Ruqing's arm. The little girl knew her identity, so it shouldn't be considered rude, right?

Fu Ruqing shuddered because of this sudden physical contact, a little resisted, and Ding Qiyu said in a low voice: "Missy knows my identity, you have been kneeling for so long, I will help you walk for a while. Your legs and feet are bleeding, I will immediately let go."

In fact, it's not a question of identity, Fu Ruqing is used to rejecting people thousands of miles away, and even more resistant to physical contact with others, which is why Yinsu dare not come to help her.But after kneeling for a long time today, her legs were indeed a little numb. Feeling the strength from the hands that supported her, Fu Ruqing gradually suppressed the sense of resistance in her heart.Maybe it was the recent busy affairs, maybe it was because she had just left "by" her mother, which brought out the fragility deep in Fu Ruqing's heart. She finally let go of the strong disguise, and did not reject Ding Qiyu's kindness anymore.

Yinsu didn't hear what Ding Qiyu said to the young lady. Apart from being surprised, she was more admiring and grateful. Every time she came to visit the lady, the young lady would kneel down for a long time. Even if she wanted to help the young lady go back, she was powerless.Today is finally different.Hope ignited in Yin Su's heart, hoping that the person who was supporting Miss at this time could always support her and protect her by her side, lead her out of the haze of the past, and let her gradually live back to the vivid person she was back then. Son.

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The next day, although Ding Qiyu was busy dealing with the affairs of the Chance Pavilion, the lonely and helpless plain back always came to mind, which made her a little restless.Ding Qiyu simply put aside the matter at hand, conceived for a while, and spent a lot of time and thought to make something for that little girl.In the evening, guessing that the little girl should have finished her business affairs, Ding Qiyu went to Fumengju with his things.

Yinsu was not in the study room of Fumengju, only Fu Ruqing was reading at the wooden table by herself, Ding Qiyu didn't bring anything over yesterday, and she also took a rest early because she missed her mother, and was busy with business matters today, The anticipation that had become a habit emerged again, and she asked several times in her heart when this person would come.

"Miss, guess what it is today." Ding Qiyu walked to the table and asked mysteriously.

Fu Ruqing put down the book in his hand, shook his head, and answered three words directly: "I can't guess." Having said that, his little mind suddenly guessed several answers randomly.

Ding Qiyu didn't care about her "disrespect", put the box in his hand on the table with a smile, opened the box and took out the contents. It was a very exquisite and unique wind chime, with a swan goose carved on the top, holding it in its mouth. Letters, spreading their wings and flying, several long tube-shaped silver bells were hung below the swan geese, each tube-shaped silver bell had a thin thread in the middle, and a small woodcarving flower fell below it, which was Ding Qiyu's meditation yesterday. The small white flowers seen on the back mountain of Jue Temple are dyed with white and purple wood lacquer, and they look the same as the real small white flowers.Following Ding Qiyu's movement, the silver bells touched each other lightly, making a crisp sound, which was quite pleasant to the ear.

With just one glance, Fu Ruqing was attracted by the small white flowers hanging under the wind chimes. They were Yun Ruohua, her mother's favorite in the past.

Ding Qiyu brought the wind chime in front of Fu Ruqing, with a warm smile on his face: "This is called a wind chime. Whenever the wind blows, it will make a clear and pleasant sound." Bell, the melodious ringtone came out one after another, "Did you hear it? No matter who you miss in your heart, it can always come to you with that person's greetings."

Fu Ruqing listened carefully, and seemed to really hear her mother's whispers between the jingling voices, just like the interesting little stories she told herself by the bed.Fu Ruqing stretched out his hand and held up a little Yun Ruo in the palm of his hand, and his face under the veil showed a genuine and pure smile, just like a little girl.

Ding Qiyu saw the unconcealed smile between her brows and eyes, as if the warm sunshine had melted the three-winter snow, his heart was particularly soft and warm, and the smile on the corner of his mouth widened: "Little girl, do you know? Actually, a After a person dies, it is only the death of the body. Her soul will not be annihilated. She will go to another place, become a child, be born again, grow up again, and have a new life again. So the person you miss , I must be in another place at this moment, living happily and happily."

Hearing this, Fu Ruqing looked up at Ding Qiyu, his eyes were full of curiosity and anticipation: "Really?"

Ding Qiyu nodded, pointed to his chest with the wind chime in one hand and said: "Well, no one knows this better than me. I had an adventure before, and I saw Bai Wuchang who ecstasy, this is what he told me In order to convince the people in front of him, Ding Qiyu described in detail, "Bai Wuchang's name is Xie Bi'an. He is white and thin. He has an umbrella that attracts souls, and he specially carries the souls of the dead to New Zealand. life! I have an umbrella-shaped scar on my chest from his spell."

It is not that Fu Ruqing has never heard of the theory of gods and ghosts, but this time, Fu Ruqing listened to Ding Qiyu's detailed explanation. Feeling a little sad again in the depths of my heart, I gently stroked the small white flowers on the wind chime with my slender fingers, and said softly: "Unfortunately...she will never remember me again..." At the end of the sentence, there was a slight tremor in her voice.

Hearing what she said, Ding Qiyu resonated with Fu Ruqing's state of mind at the moment: "My family members don't even remember me. But as long as they can live happily and happily, that's enough, isn't it? So We also want to live happily and happily, and bring our blessings to them." As he said that, Ding Qiyu's eyes were a little moist, not because of sadness, but because of nostalgia.

The movements of Fu Ruqing's hands paused, met Ding Qiyu's eyes, saw the water in her eyes, his heart trembled, this man...has lost all his family members... Fu Ruqing felt that he had aroused her sadness A deep sense of guilt arose in my heart: "I'm sorry..."

Ding Qiyu shook his head and said, "I'm not sad, I just miss them a little bit. I can live well with my blessings to them."

Fu Ruqing was moved by her strength, and even more infected by the warmth of her body. The feeling of helplessness and loneliness in the past few days seemed to be completely dispelled by the sun.

"Then let me hang it for you? Where would you like to hang it?" Ding Qiyu asked after skipping the link just now, putting away the thoughts in his heart.

Fu Ruqing thought for a while, stood up and together with Ding Qiyu, hung the wind chime in front of the window on the side of the study.

Ding Qiyu got off the small wooden stool, wiped the stool he stepped on and returned it to the original place, looked up at his quite satisfied work and said, "That's all right, when you miss her, just listen to the sound of the wind chimes."

Fu Ruqing also looked at Fengling, then moved his eyes to the warm person beside him, and said softly, "Thank you..."

Ding Qiyu turned his head and looked at Fu Ruqing's clear eyes, with a youthful heart in his heart, and said with a smile on purpose: "You're welcome, little girl~" Then he was afraid that Miss Fu would find himself in trouble again, so he hurried to the door, "I won't bother you anymore, let's go, little girl!" After saying that, he opened the door and left the room immediately.

Fu Ruqing looked at the back of her "running away", and a faint smile appeared under the veil, and she couldn't help muttering: "Little girl..." Suddenly, she felt that this title didn't seem to be annoying, and she even liked it a little bit. stand up.

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In the past few days, Ding Qiyu and a few guys in Chance Pavilion were busy making rice sifters and pestle machines for the Wangsui Valley Farm in Yin and Cheng.Even He Ankang has started to learn carpentry, but several people still feel that the progress is not fast enough. A single business is so laborious. Ding Qiyu also wants to start other businesses. It is impossible to develop and expand Chance Pavilion with only such a small number of people. .Thus, Ding Qiyu came up with the idea of ​​training apprentices for Chance Pavilion.In TV novels, the main character trains subordinates, secret guards, etc., all like to choose suitable seedlings from beggars, who can do good deeds and find hardworking and loyal people.So Ding Qiyu also thought about looking for ruined temples and other places where beggars often gather.

But after walking around the city of Yinzhou, he found neither a ruined temple nor a beggar. Ding Qiyu recalled that he had never seen a beggar in Yinzhou for so many days.Ding Qiyu stopped by a nearby tea shed to rest, ready to ask the locals about it.

"Brother, let me ask you something. Are there no beggars in our Yinzhou city?"

Hearing Ding Qiyu's question, the clerk in the tea shed replied while pouring tea: "You ask this. It's not that there are no beggars in Yincheng, but they are all taken in by the Chanjue Temple on Wanshan Mountain. I saw the beggars in the city two days ago. A group of refugees came from outside, and they were all taken up the mountain by the nuns who came down from Chanjue Monastery."

Ding Qiyu and his staff thanked each other. While admiring that the abbot of Chanjue Temple must be a compassionate and enlightened master, he also lamented the prosperity of Chanjue Temple's incense and its ability to help refugees and beggars.After resting for a while, without further delay, I hired a small carriage and went to Chanjue Temple.

At the gate of Dechanjue Temple, Ding Qiyu went forward to salute a female monk and said, "This nun, does your temple take in the refugees and beggars in Yincheng?"

The female monk clasped her hands together and said: "Yes. Who is the benefactor?"

"Then can you take me there to see them? I, I opened a shop and want to find some long-term helpers..." Ding Qiyu explained the reason.

The female monk hesitated for a moment. She couldn't control so much as a monk, so she replied: "They are not in the temple. If the benefactor wants to find someone, please go up the mountain road."

There were men among the beggars, and it was normal not to live in the Chanjue Temple. Ding Qiyu thanked him and left, took a carriage and walked up the mountain road for a quarter of an hour, and finally found a place for beggars.