[Ultraman] Breeder

After the Mid-Autumn Festival is the anniversary of Sang Zhiyuan's death, Sang Jiu will go to Puning Temple to stay for two nights as usual, and this year is no exception.

When Sang Zhiyuan passed away unexpectedly, Sang Jiu's mother did not go to Australia with the elders of the Sang family. Instead, she stayed in Shencheng and lived in Puning Temple all these years.

Meng Huaqing had her own house in Puning Temple, and when Sang Jiu went, she was watering the flowers and plants in the yard.Sang Jiu's appearance followed that of his mother, a typical Jiangnan beauty, but his brows and eyes are full of heroism, which weakens the gentleness of his body.

Seeing her, Meng Huaqing stopped what she was doing, and asked, "Have you visited your father?"

The spiritual seats of several generations of the Sang family were enshrined in Puning Temple, as was Sang Zhiyuan's, so the first thing she did when she entered the temple was to go to the main hall to offer sacrifices.

Sang Jiu nodded, and stepped forward to take the melon in her hand, "Well, this year's incense money has already been donated."

Meng Huaqing felt at ease when she was doing things, she twirled the shawl on her body, and said, "I came here early in the morning and guessed that you didn't have breakfast, and there is white fungus porridge simmering for you in the room, so hurry up and drink a bowl to wash yourself off." the cold."

Knowing daughter Mo Ruomu, Sangjiu immediately threw the melon in her hand after hearing this, and ran into the house, "Mom still loves me."

Meng Huaqing couldn't laugh or cry behind her.

Buddhism strictly avoids meat, so the mother and daughter randomly fried a few vegetarian dishes for lunch.

Meng Huaqing was born in a scholarly family since she was a child. She has a good family background, looks good, and is good at painting. When she was young, she was also a hot celebrity in Shanghai, but such a famous person still couldn't bear the parting of life and death.Fate gave her a heavy blow, broke her wings, and told her to endure the pain and lick the wound alone.

Sang Jiu knew the pain in her heart, and half-jokingly said during the meal, "Mom, why don't you find me a stepdad?"

Ms. Meng used to be a young lady at home, and she married Sang Zhiyuan and never did any heavy work. Even these years, she ate vegetarian meals with the temple, and it was rare to come to Sangjiu Kitchen next time.At this moment, she dropped the spoon in her hand, Lao Gao frowned, "What nonsense are you talking about!"

Don't look at Meng Huaqing's easy-going appearance, but if she gets angry, even her own daughter, Sang Jiu, won't be able to stop her.

Sang Jiu didn't dare to make mistakes, and hurriedly buried himself in cooking.

But her mention reminded Meng Huaqing, "Is that child from the Jiang family married?"

"Well, the other party is nice. Uncle Jiang and Aunt Ran are quite satisfied."

The two childhood sweethearts grew up together, and now they have a family and a business. Seeing her daughter's indifferent attitude, Meng Qinghua asked angrily, "What about you? You will be 26 after the new year, and I haven't seen you yet." Bring someone over and let me see."

"Let's talk about it first, I didn't rush you." As if afraid of her overthinking, Meng Huaqing added a sentence after finishing speaking.

Since her husband passed away, besides eating vegetarian food and praying to Buddha, she only has her daughter's lifelong affairs to consider, but she has always advocated the idea of ​​freedom of love, so naturally she will not put herself in the team of urging marriage.

Originally, Sang Jiu didn't intend to keep the matter of Chen Shiqian from her, but now that Meng Huaqing asked her, she simply told her about it.

Only her mother knows what kind of character Sang Jiu is. She has been picky since she was a child, not to mention demanding, otherwise she would not be single with her conditions.Ms. Meng was a little surprised to hear her say that now, but she never interfered with her daughter's love affairs, and only confessed a few words: "If you like it, go after it. It's up to you whether you chase after it or not. Of course, girls should be reserved. But the one who suffers too much is me. Besides, chasing someone is not against the law."

It's rare for a daughter to meet someone she likes. As a mother, she is naturally happy, but she doesn't forget to remind her: "However, there must be a limit to chasing someone. If someone really doesn't like you, you will move gold and silver mountains." It’s useless to be in front of him, and you must be serious and break. Even if you can’t be a partner in the end, then treat it as a friend, and it’s always good to have more connections.”

After Ms. Meng painstakingly passed on her life experience to her, she entered the side hall to worship the Buddha.

After Sang Jiu helped her clean up the dishes, he stopped by to stroll around.

With a land of 960 million square kilometers, is it a kind of fate that two people meet at the same time in the same place?

Of course!

Even materialistic Ru Sangjiu has to suspect that Yuelao really tied a red line for them.

Puning Temple has a history of a hundred years in Shencheng, and there are countless pilgrims who come to the temple every year. At this moment, there is a constant stream of people coming and going in the Buddhist hall, but she still saw the man kneeling on the futon in the side hall through the crowd.

The Buddhist hall is dark, with butter lamps burning all the year round.

Chen Shiqian knelt there reverently with his palms folded, the warm yellow light from the butter lamp leaked to him, like a spotless Buddha.

Someone just wanted to drag him into the world of mortals.

When Chen Shiqian got up and turned his head, he happened to see the people outside the hall, and his eyes flashed with surprise for a moment.

At the same time, Sang Jiu walked towards him, as calm and confident as before.

"Professor Chen, I'm sure we were either old enemies or lovers in our previous life, otherwise how could there be so many entanglements in this life."

The excessively frequent encounters made Sang Jiu have to believe that this was God's arrangement.

Chen Shiqian's voice was still cold, but compared to the previous two times, his attitude was much gentler, "In terms of probability, this is called an accident."

Sang Jiu shrugged, slandering the straight engineering man in his heart, so he changed the subject, "Professor Chen also believes in Buddhism?"

"I don't believe it." He answered very simply, and then explained symbolically, "My mother believes it, and I came here for her."

I heard from Jiang Tianyi that Chen Shiqian's mother was married after Mr. Chen, and she was quite younger than Mr. Chen, but it was a pity that she was so beautiful.

Sang Jiu was not interested in inquiring about the other party's privacy, but the little novice who signed the hexagrams at the side attracted his attention.

Chen Shiqian saw her squatting down suddenly, and subconsciously looked over.

She is wearing a white shirt today, with a red camellia national wind skirt underneath. In this ancient Buddhist temple, there is a unique charm of "candle shadows shaking red and lingering".

The little novice on the opposite side asked her what she was asking for.

She raised her head to look at him, with a smile in her eyes, and her voice raised, "Then ask for marriage."

Chen Shiqian turned his head calmly, and his eyes fell on an old locust tree outside the hall.

Sang Jiu knelt on the futon, shaking the stick in his hand, the crackling sound echoed in the silent side hall.She stopped, pulled out one of them, and got up to join him.

"Professor Chen, what do you think an endorsement is?"

All around her ears is her breath, long and soft.

For a moment, Chen Shiqian seemed to feel a feather brushing gently behind his ears, causing an inexplicable itch.

He looked down at the endorsement in her hand, and after a while, his expression was indifferent: "It seems that Miss Sang's wish is about to come true."

After saying a word, he walked out without looking back.

Sang Jiu glanced at the endorsement.

Sign down.

The signature reads - the two opinions do not agree, it is appropriate to wait.

She raised her eyebrows slightly, and after handing the stick again to the little novice, she was not in a hurry to go out to chase someone, and slowly got up and walked outside the Buddhist hall.

Passing through the long and quiet ancient road, the people in the yard stopped contentedly.

In the blue-gray courtyard wall, under the towering pale-green ancient trees, Sang Jiu stared straight at the man in the courtyard through the dappled corridors and alleys.He is obviously the coldest person, but at this moment he is listening to the abbot's narration, with his back slightly bent, respectful and humble.

Men are tempted by their looks, so why not women.Between each other's sinking, which side wins, the parties involved don't know, and the bystanders don't know, so just do whatever you want.

When the two people looked at each other, she thought of the endorsement just now, and couldn't help but smile, it doesn't matter what the sign is, in a lifetime, it is not easy to meet a person whose appearance and temperament are all in line with her own wishes.

Sang Jiu withdrew his gaze, turned around and entered the small hall next to him.

After a while, a young monk came out and handed the note left by Sang Jiu to Chen Shiqian.

The light yellow paper has been tainted by Buddhist temples for many years, revealing a strong sandalwood fragrance.A simple sentence was written on the paper——

"Even if the ending is unsatisfactory, if you meet, you will win the lottery."

Chen Shiqian frowned and looked at the line of words, and could imagine the expression of its owner when he wrote this sentence, flamboyant and frank.

After reading it, I subconsciously wanted to throw it into the trash can, but suddenly turned around, retracted my hand and stuffed the paper into my trouser pocket.

The paper in Buddhist temples should never be thrown away as garbage.

The author has something to say:

"Even if the ending is unsatisfactory, if you meet, you will win the lottery" comes from the advertising slogan of Saint Laurent