I am not a good person

Chu Yin shook her head: "Don't mention him, I will get angry when I mention it! Thanks to my mother's good temper and patience, she pulled me this time when she came to Shangxiang, just to let me calm down. Huh, she can do it, but I can do it not!"

She raised her head and drank a glass of wine, and asked, "What about you, what kind of person is your father?"

Zhao Zenian was taken aback for a moment, the person in front of him expressed his feelings to him, and it seemed that he should reciprocate sincerely.There was a sneer at the corner of his mouth: "What do you think?"

"I can see it from your expression." Chu Yin: "But it must not be as exaggerated as my family."

"Yes, my father has only one aunt. My mother died of illness when I was very young. I thought that according to the rules, my father would marry a housekeeper. Who knew that he directly helped my aunt to be the main wife."

Zhao Zenian recalled his childhood: "I insisted on being called Auntie, but he punished me to kneel down on the ancestral tablet. After seven or eight times, he gave up on me."

"Then your aunt must be very upset?"

"No, she said tolerantly, it's okay, let the child go."

Chu Yin was stunned: "Aren't you lying to me?"

When it came to the past, Zhao Zenian was very tired: "It's just superficial skills, people have two faces. At that time, she was young, and she said something to my father twice in front of my father, and I believed it. And my aunt The younger brother who was born to me is a respectful brother and friend, but the queen is planning every possible way."

"Aren't you going to suffer then?"

"It's not just a loss, I lost my life once."

Hearing this sentence, Xiaoyu couldn't help turning his head, his expression full of surprise.

Chu Yin moved her head hastily: "I lost my life once, please explain in detail!"

Zhao Zenian shook his head: "It's about the past, I don't want to talk too much about it. Anyway, I was fooled by them, and only then did I see their true colors. But that's good, it's better than being cheated by them for a lifetime, isn't it?"

Chu Yin looked at him with a complicated expression: "Although you said it easily now, I can also guess that you must have been desperate and in pain at the time, right?"

"No matter how desperate and painful, it will always pass. After all, people live for a lifetime. Why bother to trap yourself in the unbearable past?"

Zhao Zenian looked up at her: "Your father has many women, and you have many brothers and sisters. These are established facts. You can't change them. Why don't you just let go and plan for yourself in the future."

Chu Yin was very moved, mixed with some helplessness: "I really appreciate what you said, thank you. It's a pity... Forget it, let's not talk about those unhappy things!"

Xiao Yu smiled and said, "We're not here to have fun, why are we all so sullen?"

Zhao Zenian suddenly felt relieved: "Xiaoyu is right, we are here to have fun!"

Upon hearing this, Zi Lan took the opportunity to say: "Young Master Zhao, are you tired, how about going to the room to rest?"

It's not that Chu Yin really doesn't understand anything. Seeing Zilan's seductive eyes and her coquettish manner with her arms around Zhao Zenian's, she understood what she was going to do, and her complexion sank.

Zhao Zenian found out, and was slightly surprised.

Zilan opened her mouth, and Haitang continued: "Yes, the young masters must be tired, let's go to the room to rest for a while, the slave family will definitely serve the young master comfortably!"

Xiaoyu hurriedly pulled out his arm, and looked at his master questioningly.

When the matter came to an end, Chu Yin had an idea, she turned her head away with an impeccable smile: "What do you think of Miss Zilan and Miss Haitang's proposal?"

Zhao Zenian nodded: "Yes..."

"Crack!" Chu Yin patted the table and stood up, then took a breath, her face wrinkled into a ball, and went to rub the hand that patted the table too hard, and her hand turned red.

Xiaoyu turned pale with fright, and ran over quickly: "Little... Young Master, how are you doing?"

Tears welled up in Chu Yin's eyes due to the pain, she glared at Zhao Zenian angrily, pushed away the bead curtain that was about to be pasted up, and went out in a huff, Xiao Yu chased after her.

Zhao Zenian stood up, motioned the girls to stay still, and walked out by himself.

Xiao Yu grabbed her young lady downstairs: "Wait a minute, Mr. Zhao hasn't come out yet!"

"What's coming out? He's very happy inside, but we're in the way, let's go, let him and those girls have fun!"

After walking angrily for a while, Chu Yin slowed down, desperately resisting the urge to turn back, and asked softly, "Has he come out yet?"

Xiaoyu replied in a low voice: "I came out early, and I have been following behind."

Chu Yin was shaken all over, and her emotions at this moment were indescribable: "What...then why didn't you tell me?"

"Mr. Zhao gestured to tell me not to say anything."

Chu Yin was really going to die of anger, and when she got angry, she glared at others: "Are you my girl or his girl, why do you listen to him so much?"

Xiaoyu stuck out her tongue playfully and reminded: "Miss, it's getting dark today, let's go back, it's too late..."

Chu Yin looked up at the sky, and sighed: "There is not much left of such freedom."

Xiaoyu urged her: "Miss, it's getting late, let's go back."

Chu Yin nodded, turned around, watched Zhao Zenian walking slowly, but her heart gradually became empty, and she said, "I'm going back."

Zhao Zenian tilted his head slightly and asked, "Shall I see you off?"

"No, it's not far away." Chu Yin took a deep breath and said, "Thank you for today."

Zhao Zenian shook his head, watched them go away, and then turned to go to Guanjiang Tower.

After He Bianzhou's hand was injured, he rested earlier and earlier. Zhao Zenian walked into the room at the end of the third floor, turned around and closed the door, and then burned three sticks of incense to Zhao Wei.

After serving, he didn't go back to the room to sleep immediately, but sat at the table and continued to drink, while looking at the memorial tablet and said: "I know this is mean, if you want to blame it, you can blame her for coming too timely, I just need a woman to come Help me confirm."

After being silent for a while, he said again: "If the joke is not a joke, Uncle He must be unhappy. What about you, mother, what do you think?"

Of course no one will respond.

Zhao Zenian lowered his head and smiled, put down his cup and walked out.

Two days later, it was the fifteenth day of the month, and He Bianzhou was going to offer incense as usual, and Zhao Zenian followed after thinking about it. The most prosperous place nearby was the Bodhi Temple, and I don't know if it was the one where Chu Yin's mother lived.

"Young master, this place is very spiritual. Since you are here, please pay your respects."

"Oh, good." Zhao Zenian took the three sticks of incense obediently, knelt on the futon and kowtowed, got up and bowed, and then handed the incense to He Bianzhou.

He Bianzhou put the incense into the incense burner, and paid for the sesame oil. Seeing him looking around, he asked, "Master, what are you looking at?"

"It's nothing, Uncle He, you go back first, I'll stay here for a while."

He Bianzhou was very happy: "The young master is willing to stay in the Buddhist land more, I feel relieved!"

"Huh? Uncle He, what do you mean by that?" Is it because his hands were stained with blood?

He Bianzhou said: "Every time I come, besides praying, I hope the Buddha will bless you in safety and health. I just want you to take care of yourself, marry a wife and have a child..."

"Okay, okay, Uncle He, hurry up!" Zhao Zenian moved gently, but pushed He Bianzhou out of the temple gate abruptly.

Zhao Zenian wandered around the temple, looking at everything except the places where outsiders were forbidden to enter, but found no trace of Chu Yin, thinking that it seems that they are not here.

It happened that two pilgrims passed by him and said that the vegetarian food in the temple was good.

Zhao Zenian was curious, so he simply stayed and ate vegetarian food.

He stood behind the lottery interpreter with a gray beard, and listened to the lottery interpreter explain the lottery to the people who came with the lottery one by one. From time to time, he would hear interesting stories or very humorous words.

The lottery interpreter saw that he was smiling from ear to ear, pulled a chair for him to sit down, and asked, "You don't want a lottery?"

Zhao Zenian shook his head: "I never believed that."

"Whether you believe it or not, I think you have nothing to do, and you only need five copper coins to solve the lottery. So what if you try it?"

Five coppers?

Zhao Zenian stood up: "Okay, I'll go and ask for a lottery right now."

He was not moved by the price the lottery interpreter said, but he felt that after listening to it for so long, the lottery interpreter also brought a lot of fun, so he should give some tea money.

Zhao Zenian went to the main hall and burned three sticks of incense, held a stick in his hand and bowed, then took out a bamboo stick and brought it in front of the lottery master.

The lottery interpreter's old eyes were a little dim, so he leaned closer to the lottery and read it again: "Guangyun hangs down and the shade blooms, but it is difficult to fall, and Jiemao is finally ashamed of Yanluo. My beloved Yule rides a horse, but he knows it because of fate."

Zhao Zenian asked, "Old man, what does this mean?"

The lottery interpreter pondered for a while, and said happily: "This means that you have a handsome face and elegant conversation, son, so you have attracted much attention and favor."

Zhao Zenian lowered his head and smiled.

The lottery interpreter continued: "Since ancient times, handsome and beautiful people have been a good story. My son, you have also been tempted, but due to various reasons, it didn't end."

Zhao Zenian couldn't stop laughing. When he asked for a lottery just now, Hua Shangxue, Feng Yueyi and Chu Yin appeared in front of his eyes.

"This is the meaning of the first two sentences."

Zhao Zenian came back to his senses and asked, "Oh? What about the last two sentences?"

The lottery interpreter looked at him with a smile: "The fate of marriage has long been determined. You are young. Please wait patiently. Sooner or later, someone who is destined will appear in front of you and join hands with you for the rest of your life."

Zhao Zenian chuckled, this was in line with his state of mind, he would think about life-long events later, but it would be less enjoyable if he just said it in a signed letter.

He took out ten copper coins from his wallet and put them on the table: "Thank you, old man." Then he changed from the chair opposite to the chair next to the lottery interpreter, and continued to listen to the lottery being interpreted by others.

Fortunately, a shed was built here, otherwise Zhao Zenian couldn't bear the sun exposure and ran into the hall to enjoy the shade.

When lunch was approaching, there were fewer people coming and going in the temple, and the lottery interpreter was free here, and turned to ask: "Is the young master a local?"

Zhao Zenian nodded: "Yes..."

"It's noon, why don't you go home for dinner?"

Zhao Zenian didn't feel shy at all, and said frankly: "I heard that the vegetarian restaurant here is good, I want to try it."

The lottery interpreter was stunned for a moment, then laughed: "Young Master is a man, but he is generous!"