Become a master of painting cakes in abusive essays

"Mm." To Bian Yingning's greeting, Shang Qinghui replied flatly, and then ignored her, it was obvious that he didn't want to talk to her.

Bian Yingning was a little confused by her indifference: "You..."

But Shang Qinghui didn't give her a chance to talk to him, so he quickened his pace and opened the distance between them.

Bian Yingning paused, watching her back as she moved forward slightly from behind her.

On the Qingshiban Road, there is a mountain on one side and a mountain depression on the other. The treetops in the mountain depression are covered with hoarfrost, and the whole world seems to be trapped in an ink-colored landscape painting.

Between the sky and the earth, there is only white and wood ink.

Only Shang Qinghui appeared in front of her with a touch of green.

Not only the two of them came to worship Buddha on the road, but also many other pedestrians.

It seems that the most indispensable thing in the world is what you can't ask for.

Soon, Shang Qinghui and Bian Yingning could no longer talk, and a passer-by stopped between them.

Something is not right.

Normally Shang Qingfen would bluff when she was angry, why is she so depressed today.

Cold violence?

Bian Yingning frowned, thinking about what he had done to offend her, and followed her.

I thought about it all the way.

Stopping and going, climbing for half an hour, several people finally reached the top of the mountain.

The whole world seemed to brighten up suddenly. In front of the solemn and solemn temple was an open space with a wide field of vision. In the distance, you can see the continuous urban area of ​​H City, which is now covered with snow.

Nearby is the orange-red temple, half-covered under the snow, and there are many ancient trees around the temple, with whirling branches and leaves, and the crowns of each tree are like umbrella covers.

Several people stopped at the gate of the temple, and several monks in gray robes came out to receive them.

Bian Yingning was still panting slightly, and the smell of incense lingered in her nostrils, which made her feel a little at ease.

"Benefactors, this way please." A person who seemed to be the host led several people in.

The place in front of the temple gate is very large, and finally no one separated the two of them.

Bian Yingning walked in front of Shang Qinghui, she was still panting, although it was cold, her little face was already flushed after climbing such a high mountain.

Because of the heat, she pushed the hat up on her head, and the zipper of the down jacket, which was tightly wrapped and the collar covered her chin, was also pulled to her chest.

Father Bian and Father Shang followed behind the abbot, not knowing what to say to the abbot.

Ouyang Fei and Bian's mother were holding hands, as if they were whispering.

Shang Qingfeng followed the four of them with an unknown bag, but no one noticed the two of them.

"Are you in a bad mood today?" Bian Yingning couldn't help asking again.

That fashionable Qingfen was shaking the wind with his collar up, trying to release the heat from his clothes, when Bian Yingning finished speaking, the corners of his eyes touched Shang Qingfen's neck.

There was something red on the side of her neck, flashing across her fair skin.

Bian Ying picked it up all of a sudden, wanting to take a closer look.

But Shang Qinghui's movement of lifting the collar was disorderly, she only glanced at it, and Shang Qinghui seemed to notice her gaze from behind, put the collar upright, and stopped fanning it.

"Very good." She replied without emotion.

Bian Yingning frowned even tighter.

She might as well just call herself not to talk to her, or lose her temper, at least don't do this, and it's not ignoring you, but this "reason" makes people feel more depressed.

"Ning Ning, Qing Hui, come in." Mother Bian looked back at the two of them after stepping into the temple gate, and shouted when she realized that they hadn't followed.

"Okay." Shang Qinghui said as he passed Bian Yingning and walked towards the gate of the temple.

The moment she passed by Bian Yingning, she grabbed her arm.

Before Shang Qinghui came back to her senses, Bian Yingning pulled her back with a fierce momentum, and lifted her collar before Shang Qinghui could react.

A bright and eye-catching kiss/mark left on the side of Shang Qinghui's neck near the collarbone, hurt Bian Yingning's eyes.

"What is this?" she asked in a low voice.

Shang Qinghui broke free from her hand and closed the collar. When she saw Bian Yingning's livid face, she suddenly smiled: "No way, you don't understand what this is?"

Bian Yingning pursed her lips tightly, feeling her throat tightened, her whole body seemed to be strangled by invisible big hands, making it difficult to breathe.

It was because she guessed it that she didn't want to believe it.

"It's... who is it?" Who left the imprint on her body.

"You don't know me." Shang Qinghui said, straightening her back, with an imperceptible sense of triumph, and walked into the temple with her chin lifted slightly.

Bian Yingning stood where she was and looked at her receding figure, her nose sore.

She met someone else.

Is this what she wants, isn't this what she wants.

She did it, what is she sad about.

"Is Ning Ning still here?"

The abbot led the people to wash their hands with wormwood water before taking them to the Daxiong Hall.

Bian Jiageng gave the incense that the host handed over to Bian's mother, but when he wanted to give the rest to Bian Yingning, he asked without seeing her.

"Here we come." Bian's mother also turned her head to look for it, just in time to see Bian Yingning coming in.

Shang Qinghui also pretended to inadvertently turned her head and glanced at Bian Yingning. She lowered her eyes slightly, as if she was a little absent-minded.

Suddenly some secret pleasure rose in my heart, and at the same time there was a hint of secret joy.

It turned out that she was not indifferent to herself.

Bian Yingning knelt down and worshiped like a walking corpse.

After that, Father Bian and Father Shang took Shang Qingfeng to talk to some masters, and ignored them.

Ouyang Fei led them with ease and said to ask for a lottery, to see if they could find a solution to any unfinished worries this year, and ask for a blessing for the coming year.

The procedure was basically the same every time I came, Shang Qinghui was a little bit lacking in interest, went out for a stroll after worshiping the Buddha, and deliberately waited until the end to ask for a lottery.

The lottery she asked for in the past can't be said to be inaccurate, it can only be said that she usually has nothing to worry about, so the lottery she got is not about smooth sailing and promotion, but luck and prosperity.

But this year, the person in charge of signing the visa seems to have changed?

Shang Qinghui looked at the monk who was sitting behind the signing table in a strange way.

It seems that he has reached the age of knowing his destiny, holding a string of Buddhist beads in his hand, closing his eyes, and pinching the beads rhythmically.

Seeing him, Shang Qinghui suddenly thought of the big clock at the back of the temple. She had visited it when she came here before, and there would be a little monk ringing it at some point, and it sounded like it was going to resound throughout the world.

Quaint, heavy, and stable.

Shang Qingfen originally wanted to just shake one.

As soon as her hand touched the wall of the stick, the old monk suddenly opened his eyes. He didn't look at Shang Qinghui, but only stared at her hand, and said in a deep voice, "Donator, be sincere."

Shang Qinghui stopped, how did he know that he was not sincere?

After the old monk finished speaking, he closed his eyes again.

This nagging posture actually made Shang Qinghui a little serious, she calmed down, held the stick with both hands, shook it, and a stick fell out.

When I picked it up, there was only one number written on it.

She was just about to take the lottery and go to the small hall next door to find someone to untie it, when the old monk suddenly said behind her: "Benefactor, this lottery is the last sign, there is no need to untie it, just do it from your heart."

"Congxin?" She turned around and asked doubtfully, but the old monk ignored her, not even moving his eyelids.

I don't know if this is wrong, but there was no one else in the room except her for a while.

The hut where the lottery was asked was not big. It was on the edge of the temple, surrounded by an old tree with branches and leaves covering the sky and the sun. Even though it was daytime, the inside of the house was not very bright.

What's going on with the sudden infiltration.

Shang Qinghui held the sign and went out.

Thinking about it, she still turned her head to understand the small hall of signing.

After the person who unwrapped the lottery got her lottery, he gave her a small piece of paper. Shang Qinghui went out to the door and opened it. There was only one sentence on it.

She pursed her lips.

……

After Bian Yingning worshiped the Buddha, she did not follow Bian's mother and the others to listen to the master's chanting. After asking about her own room, she followed the little monk who led the way to the room.

When Mother Bian asked her, she only said that she was tired from climbing and wanted to rest. Seeing that her face was not very good, Mother Bian didn't think much about it, but said that if she still felt uncomfortable after rest, she must tell her so.

Bian Yingning responded, returned to the room and half leaned on the bed in a daze.

The wing room is a little plain, the quilt is dusty, there is no TV or other electrical appliances, and there is only a brazier beside the bed. Fortunately, the wing room is not big, and it is quite warm when the brazier is placed inside the room.

The body is warm, but the heart is like falling into an ice cellar.

who will it be.

Someone appeared by her side without her knowing.

Wang Yu? It's not impossible.

Bian Yingning couldn't think of a result, or she couldn't think of a result herself.

Sitting dry, just sat like this all afternoon.

There are bits and pieces of the past two people in my mind.

When I was young, in my previous life, and in this life, all kinds of pictures were intertwined like a horse on a horse, and in the end, what I thought about the most was the short time in this life when the two of them confirmed their relationship.

In her little car, in her swimming pool, in her room, on her bed...

In the evening, the little novice came to ask about Bian Yingning's situation, perhaps under orders.

She woke up like a dream, patted her face, and got up.

The body is a little tired, but the mood is much calmer.

The little novice asked her if she was hungry, and also introduced to her what she could do in the temple.

Asking for lottery, asking auspicious days, tying red strings...

"Go and ask for a lottery." She remembered that Ouyang Fei called them to go after worshiping Buddha, but she was really not interested at the time, so she didn't follow.

"Okay, go this way."

Temples generally do not allow distinguished guests to stay overnight, and few people will stay overnight. As the sky gradually darkens, there are fewer pilgrims in the temple.

Bian Yingning walked around, but didn't see many people.

"Going in here is the Hall of Requesting Signatures."

Bian Yingning looked up at the small black room in front of her, the corners of her mouth twitched.

"I'll wait here for the benefactor." The little monk didn't follow her in.

Bian Yingning hesitated.

In winter, there are deep mountains and old forests, temples, and dark houses, with only a little candlelight flickering in the window.

In the end she went in anyway.

There is still a lamp in the hut, but the wattage is not high enough, and it is not bright enough, and the candles do not make it look brighter. On the contrary, it has a slightly strange smell, which Bian Yingning is not used to.

Seeing the old monk holding a Buddhist bead behind the signing table, Bian Yingning stepped forward and said, "Master, what is the price for drawing lots?"

Don't blame her for asking, usually you have to pay money where you go to ask what fairy draws any lottery.

The old monk didn't even lift his eyelids: "Sincerity leads to spirit."

Bian Yingning didn't ask any more questions, took a deep breath, picked up the stick, and shook it.

Unexpectedly, two sticks fell out.

Looking at the two sticks on the table, one on the left and one on the right, Bian Yingning didn't know which one to get.

While hesitating, she suddenly met the eyes of the old monk who didn't know when to open them.

I was shocked.

His eyes were so sharp that he seemed to be able to see into the depths of her heart.

He didn't even look at the two lots on the table, but looked at Bian Yingning and said, "One is for the upper lottery, and the other is for the lower lottery. Which one do you want, benefactor?"

"Which one is better?" Bian Yingning asked.

"Man proposes, God disposes."

Bian Yingning smiled lightly: "Then I don't want any of them."

The god is mysterious and mysterious.

She turned around and left, and the old monk didn't speak any more.

The little novice was still waiting for her when she came out: "Benefactor, it's time to eat."

Bian Yingning nodded.

Follow him to the dining hall.

As soon as she reached the door, someone called her from behind.

Bian Yingning turned her head, and there was another young novice, out of breath, who came to her and handed her a small piece of paper: "Sponsor, this is your signature sign."

Bian Yingning didn't answer: "I didn't release the sign, it's not mine."

"Master Kongwu said it was yours, Lord Bian."

The surnames are all right, it shouldn't be such a coincidence.

Only then did Bian Yingning take it over, and thanked the little novice who sent the signature.

"Ningning."

Before Bian Yingning could look, the voices of Ouyang Fei and the others came from beside him.

She slipped the paper into her pocket.

Looking sideways, Bian's father, Bian's mother and others all came over together.

"I went to look for you in your room just now, thinking about where you went."

Bian Yingning smiled and said that she felt better after resting for a while, so she went out for a walk.

Shang Qinghui and Shang Qingfeng walked side by side at the end, Shang Qinghui didn't look at Bian Yingning with a glance.

It wasn't until she was about to enter the cafeteria that she turned her head and glanced at her.

She is not looking at herself.

Shang Qinghui's heart sank.

The secret joy that she cared about suddenly disappeared.

Mingming was still sticking to her when he went up the mountain, and seeing the mark on her neck, he also looked devastated, why did he look like nothing happened in a blink of an eye.

Could it be that she... really doesn't care about herself at all?

A fire flared up.

A small room was vacated for them in the temple, and there was a big round table inside, and the table was full of dishes.

Take a closer look, they are all green and white, a vegetarian feast.

The two families didn't know whether it was intentional or not, and finally reserved three consecutive seats. Ouyang Fei called Shang Qinghui: "Come and sit, dawdle." By the way, she motioned for her to sit next to her.

Shang Qinghui understood at a glance that this was to make her brother sit next to Bian Yingning.

Oh, think beautifully.

With a cold snort in her heart, she opened the middle seat and sat down.

The smile on Ouyang Fei's face remained unchanged, and she said to Bian's mother: "I almost forgot, Qing Hui and Ning Ning both go to the same school, do they usually play together?"

These words seem to be talking to Bian's mother, but they are actually waiting for Bian Yingning or Shang Qinghui to answer.

Bian Yingning sat down between Shang Qinghui and Bian's mother, and also smiled: "Of course, during the review week, Anhui and I went to the school cafe to review together."

Fennel?Shang Qinghui kept exerting force on the chopsticks.

Is this also a nickname that people can call out?

hypocritical.

Only they themselves know what happened that day.

Hearing this, Ouyang Fei's eyes lit up, and the smile on his face was a bit real: "Really, Qing Hui never told me that."

As soon as Bian Yingning sat down, Shang Qinghui couldn't help but lift up a little. The body near her was stiff, and she regretted that sitting over made her feel uncomfortable.

Afterwards, she was a little bored when she heard a few people chatting happily.

After eating a meal, Shang Qinghui was upset, took a few mouthfuls, she said she was full and would go back to the house, and left.

After Shang Qingfen left, Ouyang Fei's expression was uneasy: "This Qingfen!"

Bian's mother rescued her and said, "I climbed the mountain for a day, and I'm probably tired. Qing Hui's physical fitness is considered good. Look at my family, Ning Ning, who came up and rested for so long before coming out."

Bian Yingning didn't have any appetite either, so she found an excuse to go back to the house after sitting for a while.

It gets dark quickly in winter, before six o'clock, the sky has already darkened, and it looks like a hazy blue from a distance.

When she arrived at the door of the wing room where she slept in the afternoon, she saw the lights in the room next door turned on, and she vaguely guessed who lived next door.

Although the facilities of the temple are not shabby, they are very old-fashioned. The door is still a wooden door with a bolt, and it makes a creaking sound when it is opened and closed.

After closing the door, Bian Yingning took out the sign-off sign.

People are curious, and she really wanted to know what was written on it.

There are only eight words on the small paper:

——For example, the dew in the morning, the past day is bitter.

Life is short, like morning dew, fleeting.

Bian Yingning clenched the paper unconsciously, just eight words, pierced her heart like a dagger, and smashed her head like a brick, all kinds of emotions mixed with past memories rushed like a thousand horses.

Time, human life is only more than 3 days.

The sockets of her eyes suddenly became hot... Will she have another life?

Nobody knows.

The only thing she can grasp is this life.

Is this a sign up, or a sign down.

……

Shang Qinghui lay reclined on the bed, without taking off her shoes, twisting the piece of paper with the lottery written on it, looking over and over again.

Very disturbed.

Think about her taking out her mobile phone and turning on the front camera, looking at the marks on her neck with her head tilted.

It hasn't disappeared yet, I have to say, it's kind of like a hickey.

"Squeak—" The door of the next room opened suddenly, and the sound was inexplicably hollow in the silent night.

Shang Qinghui sat up abruptly.

When she went back to the room, she asked the little novice who was leading the way. The room on her left was Bian Yingning, and the room on the right was Shang Qingfeng.

When Bian Yingning came back, she also heard the voice, and finally confirmed that it was Bian Yingning who came back.

Looking at the sky outside, it was already dark.

In the temple in the deep mountains and old forests, where is she going at night.

Thinking of Shang Qinghui, she hurriedly got up and went to look through the window. Seeing that Bian Yingning had gone a little further, she also followed.

We have already eaten at this point, and the monks in the temple are all doing evening classes. When passing by other temples, we can hear the sound of chanting from inside.

Bian Yingning went around several halls, and then came to the main hall where they worshiped Buddha today.

The temple is brightly lit, and candles and incense are always burning.

However, compared with the hustle and bustle here during the day, it is much more lonely at night. Now there is no one there, and the emptiness and silence make people panic.

Standing at the entrance of the hall, Shang Qinghui watched Bian Yingning walk in, bent her knees, and knelt down behind the Arhat, before the Bodhisattva before the Buddha.

She clasped her hands together, she didn't know what she was praying for, she looked extremely devout, Shang Qinghui couldn't help but wonder if she was a demon.

Shang Qinghui watched with a serious face, and walked in slowly.

She remembered that when she offered incense at noon, she just took a formality.

Why now, with such a superstitious look.

She didn't press her footsteps intentionally. When she walked in front of Bian Yingning, Bian Yingning, who had already heard the voice, looked slightly sideways, and then turned back.

She didn't look up, Shang Qinghui couldn't see her expression clearly.

"What are you begging for?" Perhaps it was because he hadn't spoken for too long, Shang Qinghui's voice was hoarse.

Bian Yingning didn't answer, just lowered her eyes.

"What are you asking for?" Shang Qinghui asked again word by word.

Bian Yingning took a deep breath, raised her eyelids and looked at the god statue on top, she opened her lips and said, "Seeking marriage."

Shang Qinghui's hand hanging by his side was tightly clenched, his chest heaving up and down: "Who do you want to marry?"

Bian Yingning fell silent again.

"I ask you, who do you want to marry?!"

Shang Qinghui couldn't hold back anymore, she was not a very patient person, she raised the volume and said, her vision was blurred by tears.

She admitted that she didn't know when she fell in love with Bian Yingning.

After seeing her being sent home by another woman that day, she thought about it all night, but she couldn't figure it out. Obviously, she always thought that Bian Yingning was a sea king, an unreliable scumbag, and every time she saw her, she wanted to quarrel with her. But why did she still like her.

It turns out that feelings can really have no reason.

Anger, anxiety, anger, grievance... all kinds of emotions linger in my heart like a mess.

Doesn't she like herself? Why did she treat her like that in the toilet that night? Why did she look so ugly when she saw the marks on her neck?

But if she likes herself, why can she bear it, why can she leave rationally every time.

The chaotic and complicated thoughts were about to tear her whole body apart.

Bian Yingning finally raised her head to look at her, but Shang Qinghui couldn't see her expression clearly because of tears. She blinked vigorously, and her vision recovered.

The next moment, she, with tears in her eyes, met Bian Yingning's red eyes.

There were still tears on her face, but her expression was firm, as if she had made some major determination, she said softly:

"I want to ask... I don't know if it's too late, and I don't know if I still have a chance, but I..."

Bian Yingning stopped talking abruptly, bit her inner lip fiercely, relying on the pain to suppress her feelings of about to collapse.

After slowing down for a while, and holding back the tears that broke the embankment, she spoke again with difficulty: "But I still want to beg... for your share... um..."

The rain hit the eyelashes like butterfly wings, and swept over him, and the itching and numbness made people tremble all over.

But this is nothing compared to one ten-thousandth of what is on his own lips.

The red lips are attached to the red lips, the heat comes, and the softness hits.

Just an action of sticking together can make people want to cry with happiness.

Bian Yingning knelt on the small futon, Shang Qinghui bent down, tilted her head, and kissed her red and swollen lips bitten by herself while she was speaking.

As the breeze blew, the candlelight on the desk flickered, reflecting the inseparable figures of the two.

Lips separated, Shang Qinghui looked up, with tears in his eyes, but a bright smile.

She was condescending, with the nobility and delicacy of her young lady from the Shang family, and said, "Bian Yingning, begging Bodhisattva is worse than asking me."

"I'll just ask you, are you going to get along with me, are you willing to be with me only, and only like me in the future?"

Bian Yingning also laughed, tears pattered down on the futon, forming one small dot after another.

"From the beginning to the end, I only liked you alone."

"No matter what we will encounter in the future, no matter whether other people support or oppose, I will be with you, Shang Qinghui."

——I gave you a chance, but you jumped into my pit again.

This time, we are simply in love.

No adulteration, no gratitude, no use, just because it's you.

For example, the morning dew has a lot of suffering.

We've lost enough of our days to stop locking ourselves in cages and torturing each other.

The cold night is deeper and the dew is heavier, and the cold wind blows everywhere.

The wind penetrated through the cracks in the window, and stirred up the words of interpretation that fell on the bed in Shang Qinghui's wing.

"Flowers can be folded straight and must be folded, don't break branches when there are no flowers."

——End of the text.

The author has something to say:

Sorry, Ningning can only belong to Fenhui alone.