The life of a despised omega

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After reading all the bamboo pieces, I roughly guessed that this is the experience of Gong Huanshen and that person. They experienced some bad things together when they were young. The two comforted each other in that environment. Later that person disappeared, and Gong Huan Shen has been looking for it.

After finding it, I didn't expect that the person didn't remember him. Gong Huanshen had a different feeling for him during the daily relationship. Unfortunately, that person already had someone he liked, so Gong Huanshen used coercive means.

It mentioned a person who was very similar to that person, and made a forced behavior on him that he wanted to do to that person. The unlucky person is probably me.

Gong Huanshen probably hurt that person, so they separated in the end.

Then I found a substitute, people who are more or less similar, and me.

Love but not.

Do a series of things that hurt others.

Gong Huanshen is really a crazy person.

The monk was calling me, and I quickly exited the cave. If Gong Huanshen found out that I had entered this place and peeped his past, I don’t know what he would do.

Seeing that I was sweating profusely, the monk said slowly, "Don't worry, the benefactor, there are plenty of fasting meals."

Am I here for dinner?

But I still pulled him away quickly, "I'm hungry, I want to eat earlier."

When I went down the slope, I didn't relax until I couldn't see the wooden house. I said to the monk, "Master, don't tell Gong Huanshen about my visit here today."

The monk was unhurried: "Monks don't tell lies."

I heard anxiously: "I don't want you to lie to him, just don't tell him."

Monk: "Don't worry, benefactor, as long as the palace benefactor doesn't ask, the little monk will never say a word."

All right, I hope Gong Huanshen doesn't ask.

After passing the creek, I asked him again: "I feel that the master here is quite familiar with Gong Huanshen. Does he often come here to listen to scriptures?"

"The benefactor of the palace comes less often, once a year or two, and stays for a month or two at a time."

"Is that so, did he come here just to listen to scriptures?" I pointed to the opposite hillside again, "Or go to that cave?"

"Listening to scriptures can help you meditate, and so can benefactors." I shook my head like a rattle, and the monk smiled and said, "Palace benefactors are benefactors of our Bodhi Temple, and most of them live in the temple when they come."

"Benefactor?" I asked, "What did he do?"

"The Bodhi Temple can only exist because of the palace benefactor."

I nodded to show that I understood. It seems that Gong Huanshen has started the business of investing in temples.

The monk seemed to see what I was thinking, and he said: "The Bodhi Temple has never been profitable, and there are not many pilgrims because of its geographical location, but all expenses in the temple are funded by the palace benefactor. There is a place of meditation for the restless and bored."

"The crazy Gong Huanshen actually has such a side?" I muttered.

The monk heard it, smiled and said, "Master Gong Shi is very good."

Could it be that the Gong Huanshen I know is not the same person as others know?

On the way back, I learned many other aspects of Gong Huanshen from the mouth of the monk. He funded Beta and Omega who were in distress, built facilities to accommodate homeless Beta and Omega, and established many welfare institutions and public welfare organizations, just for the sake of There is a place for the homeless and the needy to go.

The monk said: "Bodhi Temple is also one of them."

My world is about to collapse, who is the real Gong Huanshen?

The monk didn't know whether he was talking to me or feeling general, he twirled the beads and said: "People have many sides, there are good and bad naturally, but the understanding between people is often only one side, precisely because of this That’s why people love and prejudice others.”

"After people know one side of a person, they don't want to see the other side of him anymore, because knowing the other side of a person is a difficult process. In this process, people often change their views on this person and collapse. It is bad for the original understanding of this person, so people often have different evaluations of a person, and they have different understandings and attitudes towards people depending on the aspect of the person."

"Never try to understand a person from other people's mouths, just like the palace benefactor, in the eyes of the monk, he is a very caring person, but it may not be the case in your case. To truly understand a person is not to listen to others , but to observe and feel while getting along.”

"Benefactor, do you think this is the truth?"

I was taken aback by his question, and nodded in a panic: "Yes, that's right, what Master said is true."

"Amitabha, today I just mentioned the palace benefactor in my opinion. If you want to know what kind of person the palace benefactor is, you need the benefactor to find out by yourself."

I was taught a lesson, and I was still in a state of panic when I returned to the monastery.

In the canteen, Gong Huanshen was serving meals for everyone in plain clothes. His slightly long hair was neatly tied behind his head, and his face was full of piousness. Every time a bowl of rice was handed over, he clasped his hands together as a salute.

The words of the monk are still ringing in my ears. I really only saw one side of Gong Huanshen, because my inherent impression made me think that Gong Huanshen in the eyes of others was the same as me. When I saw the other side, I was selectively blind. Willing to believe what you see.

Am I really narrow-minded?But is he worth my getting to know?

A pair of hands waved in front of my eyes, and the person who had just served the meal piously had already arrived in front of my eyes, "What are you doing in a daze?" He asked me.

I said, "Think of something."

"I'll think about it later," he handed me the rice in his hand, "Eat it first."

I took the bowl and chopsticks and stared at him for a while. This is Gong Huanshen, a gentle gentleman who can take care of others, one of Gong Huanshen's many sides.

Made me feel very comfortable.

Seeing that I didn't move, he said, "You can only eat vegetarian food in the temple. The taste is a bit bland. If you are not used to eating it, please let it go. When you go back, I will ask my aunt to make you what you like."

His coaxing words were unexpectedly gentle, and I unconsciously became calm, I shook my head: "I'm used to eating."

"That's good." He led me to sit at the wooden square table, sat opposite me and picked up the bowl and started to eat.

When he put the bowl, he didn't leave a grain of rice or a vegetable in it, and it was as clean as a new bowl.

He took the bowl away from my hand, "Sit down, I'll wash the dishes."

The monks were all busy, and I felt a little cramped and awkward sitting alone. When I got out of the dining hall, I found Gong Huanshen, rolled up my sleeves, and bent down to get the dishes to wash.

He was shocked for a moment, "Didn't I let you sit?"

"Sitting is a little awkward, I'm here to help."

He didn't say anything, and I took the bowls he had washed with dish soap and put them in the clean sink to wash them again.

Seeing him doing the dishes seriously, I thought: Maybe it would be a good choice to get to know him properly.

Gong Huanshen in the Bodhi Temple was simply not very kind, he would take my emotions into consideration, prepare everything I needed, and coax me to adapt to life in the temple.

We are like friends who have a good time. We will share something interesting and interesting. Of course, his sharing is not only scriptures but also scriptures. I doubt that he will shave and practice in the next second. At this time, I will share some I gave him the playlist, and after listening to it, he would always frown and say, "What's so good about this?" Then he found a bunch of Buddhist and Taoist music for me and forced me to listen to it.

Within a few minutes, I would fall asleep to the sound of chanting sutras.

Of course, there will be conflicts when we get along close for a long time. At this time, it is mainly because he apologizes. I feel that we have really become friends when we get along.

I met a brand new Gong Huanshen.

I lived in Bodhi Temple for a month, and the day before I left, Gong Huanshen came to me after reciting scriptures. He said, "Take you to a place."

I had a cold and my head was a little dizzy, but it was hard to refuse, so I agreed.

I regretted it when I saw the path leading to the back mountain.

I asked, "Where are we going?"

"You'll know when you arrive."

He walked ahead, but he didn't keep up when we met, and then he turned around and asked me, "Why don't you go?"

I hurriedly followed, "Here we come."

Gong Huanshen remained silent all the way to the cave, especially when he looked at the closed door, his face collapsed, his brows were slightly frowned, and his hands were clenched. I turned to look at him: "Aren't you going in?"

Without saying a word, Gong Huanshen stepped forward and opened the door.

He stood by the door: "Come in."

After entering the cave, Huan Shen's feeling changed again, his whole body exuded a low air pressure, and the light of the flashlight trembled a few times in fear.

Finally reached the deepest point, Gong Huanshen looked at the bamboo pieces on the stone wall in a daze, and I asked him, "What are these?"

He approached and picked up a piece of bamboo and rubbed it in his hand, "It's a letter between me and him."

"That person?"

He said in a low tone: "Yes."

I also stepped forward to look, but didn't dare to touch, "What kind of person is he?"

"Weak but strong, timid but optimistic."

Gong Huanshen seemed to be caught in a memory: "This is the place where I met him..."

There was a constant buzzing in my ears, and the sound was disorganized.

I supported the stone on the side trying to gather my energy and listen to him clearly, but my heart tensed for no reason, and I couldn't control my dizziness. My top-heavy made me feel that I would fall to the ground in the next second.

The pain came unexpectedly, I hugged my body and squatted down, and called Gong Huanshen.

Gong Huanshen knelt down to support me and asked, "What's wrong?"

I clutched my heart, trying to get rid of the unreasonable palpitations, "The fever period may have arrived, I feel so uncomfortable."

The pheromone leaked out, and Gong Huanshen touched the gland at the back of my neck, and I could already feel how it was swollen and throbbing vigorously under Gong Huanshen's hands.

I couldn't bear this kind of stimulation even more. The pheromone flowed out one after another. I quickly fell to the side weakly. Gong Huanshen caught me. He asked hoarsely, "Why did it come so suddenly?"

I shook my body: "Sequelae... Last time Huang...youde prescribed the medicine, the doctor said...it will take half a year...to disappear."

I grabbed Gong Huanshen's arm and looked at him as if asking for help: "Is there any inhibitor?"

I heard the sound of swallowing, and Gong Huanshen's voice was next to my ear: "The inhibitor is not on, but there is another way."

"No." I pushed him away, "Can't mark... definitely can't mark."

The pheromones of Omega have a seductive effect on Alpha. At this time, Gong Huanshen should be affected. I was held in his arms in a daze, and his extremely gentle voice was next to my ears, "Xiaoshuang, don't refuse, let me I mark you."

"Xiao Jiu, it's not uncomfortable to mark it, it's just a temporary mark, and I said that I will never touch you if you don't agree."

"Little Shuang—"

"Xiao Jiu—"

"Xiao Jiu—"

I wanted to say that I am not Xiaoshuang Xiaojiu, but the voice was so charming that I nodded.

The gland was bitten open in an instant, and blood-smelling pheromone flowed from the gland to every part of the body, followed by a huge dizziness. I lowered my eyelids and murmured: "I'm so sleepy."

Another extremely gentle voice: "Then go to sleep, just wake up."

A man's murmur was always lingering in my ears, sometimes Xiaojiu and sometimes Xiaoshuang, I really wanted to wake up and slap that man, let him go to Xiaojiu Xiaoshuang, don't disturb my sleep here.

But the eyelids seem to be glued, no matter what I do, I can't open them.