Floating Life and White Head

Qian Baoer and Hang Xiuying entered the Daxiong Hall together, and their maidservants waited outside the hall knowing what they were interested in.Hang Xiuying held her skirt and knelt on the cattail mat, clasped her hands together, closed her eyebrows and eyes lightly, and said silently in her heart, "Hang Jiaxiuying, a believer, a person from the capital, sincerely bows down to many Bodhisattvas, praying for the blessings of Bodhisattvas, firstly, for the well-being of relatives, and secondly, for the peace of the family house." Ning, I beg the Bodhisattva three times to see me, and the red thread will lead me to achieve my marriage with Yulin." After saying this, I sincerely kowtowed three times to the Bodhisattva.

Bao'er knelt aside, her hands in prayer.Unlike Hang Xiuying, she poured out her inner desires.She chanted, "Bodhisattva is above, Qian Baoer here sincerely bows down to you, and asks Bodhisattva to bless my father, Qian Fangkong, to complete the minting of coins this time, and bless him with a healthy body and a long life. Cultivate a positive fruit, and grow old forever." After finishing speaking, he kowtowed three times.

Hang Xiuying's heart was full of sour waves again. She thought that her heart had scabbed to the point that it was invulnerable to all poisons, but she could still feel the pain.She said indifferently, "Bao'er, I will do what you wish."

Bao'er tilted her head and said with a meaningful smile, "I hope so, I'm afraid it will take a long time."

Hang Xiuying responded with a slight smile.While talking, the two slowly got up and stepped out of the palace.

"Sister Xiuying, you just decided to ask for a marriage."

Hang Xiuying was startled, especially embarrassed. "I..."

Qian Bao'er said calmly as she walked, "Why should you be ashamed? It's not unusual to seek marriage in the year of marriage." She stared at Hang Xiuying, as if she wanted to see through her thoughts.After a while, she finally couldn't hold back the doubt in her heart, and looked at her sharply, "Do you like Yulin?" Although the question was thrown, Qian Baoer's tone was very sure, as if explaining the truth.

Hang Xiuying raised a smile on her cheeks, not complacent, but self-satisfied.She didn't want to hide her feelings anymore. It had been eight years, she had concealed it from her for eight years, and now anyone could see the clues as long as they paid a little attention.Since that day, he never wore the sachet she gave him, let alone his purse.Stitches and threads are stitched with her sincerity, but she is no match for the ruthless flowing water.Yesterday, by chance, Zhang saw his servants chattering about how the young master of the Jiang family drank a jug of "hundred sons and thousand grandchildren wine" in public for Miss Qian's mansion, and they all praised him in private for his deep affection and willingness to protect his wife.For this reason she sat down all night in frustration.Against the wind to destroy infatuation, look down at the sky.

Awakened by reality again and again, her feelings have no place to arrange, her heart is tired, tired, and she can't find a reason to hide.It's time to confess everything.

Hang Xiuying stopped, with a trace of melancholy in her eyes, and said with relief: "The paper can't contain the fire in the end. Yes, I like Yulin, and it has been eight years."

Like a bolt from the blue, it has been eight years!Bao'er felt anxious and rushed, and said angrily, "You admitted it? Hang Xiuying, I mistrusted you! In vain, I have always regarded you as a good sister, and told you everything on my mind. I never thought about you, but secretly harbored ulterior motives and ulterior motives." A knife takes love."

Hang Xiuying hurriedly held Bao'er's arm to comfort her. "Bao'er, don't get angry, calm down."

Qian Baoer shook off her hand and approached Hang Xiuying.She stared fiercely at this close friend, her pupils were filled with anger, and she spoke fiercely. "Calm down? How do you tell me to be calm and not angry? You have lied to me for eight years. If I hadn't bumped into you in Jiangfu and became suspicious, I would still have been kept in the dark! But I feel that I have scruples, are you worthy of me and my conscience? Why? So many men, why do you want to rob me? "

The pure land of Buddhism is instantly disturbed by the three dirts of 'greed', 'anger' and 'ignorance' in the world.

Hang Xiuying turned around to avoid her scorching eyes, "Bao'er, I think I'm sorry for you. I shouldn't have coveted Yulin, and I should have thought about it. Yulin is a man of talent and full of talent. May I ask which woman is not tempted? I My heart for Yulin is as good as yours. However, he resolutely rejected my sincerity for you. You are luckier than me. You can get him without any effort. Now, you get even more It broke his heart. I am the one who is sad, and I should be the one who should blame others. It is God's will, if it is not for the resignation of my family, I have no choice but to return to Beijing for three years. I have neglected this relationship. Today, you and I are in a different situation. It is unknown. "

At first, Bao'er was relieved to hear that Jiang Yulin did not accept Hang Xiuying, but the follow-up words made Bao'er very tasteful. Did they ever...?Impossible, impossible.She raised her head and glanced at her, and said angrily: "The implication is that I still have to thank you for your noble hand, which gave me the opportunity to sneak in and win Yulin's heart? Oh, it's so ridiculous! Yulin and I are destined Yu Qing, you and I love sisters, you should not interfere; Yu Li, Yu Lin is married, you should not get involved. In vain, you have the appearance of a lady, but you have no shame!"

The servant girl who was close to the two heard it, and felt her heart skip a beat. She secretly thought that the situation was not good, and she was afraid that her face would be torn apart.They all have the heart to protect the master, they look down on each other, each stares at each other, and each avoids it wisely, so that the master will not have any worries.The pilgrims around heard the noise, and glanced at it from time to time.

"You're right, I'm shameless. It's all on you. I know I'm wrong, and I don't want to make excuses to argue. I have also blamed myself, but love is born in the heart and grows in the heart. Is it me? Can you control it? I didn't intend to destroy it, and I hope you can understand that I can't help myself."

"You can't help yourself, what about him? Has he ever felt ashamed?" Qian Baoer lost control of her thoughts, and the past events of Hang Xiuying's early years in Guangzhou flashed in her mind: they were in pairs, and they were both together. , he still fights against himself from time to time, and is angry with himself; after she left, he was unhappy all day long, suffered from a serious illness, and caught several colds, all of which were caused by her?

Recalling the past, Bao'er suddenly realized.The devotion that was so sweet in the past became a laughing stock in an instant.Knowing that he was in poor health, she couldn't sleep or eat, and was so anxious that she stepped through the threshold of Jiang's mansion, serving tea and medicine, and guarding every step of the way.It's ironic now that I think about it.It turned out that his obedience and accommodating in every possible way to himself was just a pretense, a compensation for what he owed and what he owed?She blamed herself for being dull, unaware of their secretiveness; she blamed herself for being naive, wishful thinking that his pampering and tolerance these years came from the heart.

"No, Bao'er, I made a slip of the tongue." Hang Xiuying paced and argued, "I thought his heart was like mine, but in the end it was just self-indulgence. Bao'er, do you know how much I envy you? I can see that he only has you in his heart. I couldn’t believe it when he said that he only had brother and sister feelings for me. Afterwards, I half-believed, and I was lucky enough to think that he had difficulties. Although three years later, our relationship would not Dissipated overnight, secretly thinking that Yulin is not a person who sees differences and wants to change, and it is impossible to empathize. Unexpectedly, I was wrong, I was deceiving myself. I am not afraid of your jokes, I even doubted it, all along, I was just a fan of the authorities."

Hang Xiuying once wondered about the confrontation plot of "The Dongchuang Incident", she thought that her jealousy would cause her to use her words to win a bit of self-esteem.As sensitive as she is, when she predicted that Jiang Yulin would be affected, she only wanted to protect him. Since he cared so much about Bao'er, why bother to cause troubles to implicate him.That's the truth, it's just another pain when the scar is uncovered, it's better than his frowning and frowning, trying to explain.

Bao'er felt much more comfortable, and asked, "In this case, why did you retreat without knowing the difficulty?"

"If it were you, would you give up Yulin? Why don't I want to get away from Kuhai, but I can't do it. He has been in my heart for so many years. If I let him disappear from here, unless I die." Hang Xiuying pointed to her heart road.

Bao'er sneered, "If not, what do you intend to do?"

"If there is an order from my parents and a matchmaker's words, this matter of mine can be fulfilled." Hang Xiuying thought of the sisterhood with Bao'er for many years, but did not express Jiang's father's intentions.

As soon as the words fell to the ground, Qian Baoer recalled the confession between Father Jiang and Father Hang, and this matter had become her heart disease in the dark.At this point, the anger filled my heart again: "Wishful thinking, I will not agree! Don't forget, I am married to Yulin's fingertips, so I must be the wife. Even if you have three books and six engagements, you are still a concubine."

"As long as I can be with Yulin, I don't care about my status."

"Huh, you missed it again. In terms of etiquette, when a concubine enters the house, she must pour tea to her first wife. Even if you try your best to marry into the Jiang family, if I don't drink this tea for a day, you will be honored before the ceremony is over and the marriage is not completed. It's not right, it's not right. In short, there's no hope!"

"Bao'er, you..." Hang Xiuying was speechless after being refuted by Qian Baoer's words, and she replied after a long time, "It depends on human effort, I will not give up!"

"You're really determined. Well, let's ride a donkey to read the libretto, we'll see!" Qian Baoer put down her harsh words, turned around and left.Xiaocui caught a glimpse, and Nuonuo ran to follow behind.

Hang Xiuying shook her head helplessly, and turned back into the Daxiong Hall.Qiao Yun followed.Holding her arm, he murmured distressedly, "Miss, you are too honest." She didn't answer, but stared blankly at the golden bodies of the Bodhisattvas, her thoughts were distracted by her own thoughts.

"Benefactor." An old monk about fifty years old came to her with a Buddhist ceremony.

Hang Xiuying listened to the sound and smiled at him.

"The poor monk sees the benevolent eyebrows and kind eyes of the female benefactor, so he must be a good believer. Why is the face of a nobleman so sad and preoccupied? I never thought that it would be empty of Buddhism, and it would be difficult to shake the dust in the benefactor. Why don't you ask the Bodhisattva to guide the maze and draw a lottery?"

"Alright, Master Lao."

The old monk took the "marriage" lottery from the incense table and handed it to Hang Xiuying.

Hang Xiuying took it with a smile, thinking to herself that she had met an eminent monk and admired his insight into the affairs of ordinary people. "Thank you, Master."

"Amitabha." The old monk bowed and made another Buddha ceremony, "The benefactor is smart and can draw the lottery on his own, so there is no need for the poor monk to do anything extra. The poor monk will retire."

Hang Xiuying had no choice but to nod her head and watched him out of the hall.She knelt on the cattail mat, closed her eyes, and waved the lottery casually.

'Dangling', a bamboo stick fell to the ground.Hang Xiuying opened her eyes, put down the stick in her hand, looked at the bamboo stick on the ground, hesitated for a long time and did not move.Qiaoyun who was close to him was impatient, and wished he could go over and see clearly.He urged: "Miss, quickly look at the signature."

She took a deep breath, reached out to pick it up, and held it tightly in her palm.She was a little nervous, moved her fingers away little by little, stared intently, every word was heart-wrenching.Immediately, the bamboo stick slipped from his hand.