copper sparrow lock nobile

At the entrance of the hospital, Yuan Ye sat on the steps, with several empty wine bottles at his feet, with his head buried in his thoughts.

He moved slightly and kicked the wine bottle, and the bottle rolled away far away, his eyes followed, but there was no brilliance.

A car stopped in front of him, and Xiao Jing who jumped out of the car ran to him and said, "Master! I ran to look at the alley where the murderer was lost. Guess what I found? There is a manhole cover in that alley, manhole cover The spigot was knocked off, I opened the manhole cover and took a look, hey! It was a military supplies storage room built some time ago! The murderer must have been hiding in it."

Xiaojing was very excited when he found the clue: "I even asked the workers specifically, and they said that these manhole covers happened to be covered all night from the night of the accident to the early morning of the next day. When I asked about the time, they were all opened after the fireworks. That is to say, when we chased the murderer, the manhole cover was already covered, I just couldn’t figure it out, how did he break the plug? He didn’t carry a hammer with him, did he?”

He was talking enthusiastically, and when he finished speaking, he noticed Yuan Ye was distraught, and hurriedly asked, "What's wrong, master? You...you drank alcohol? Don't be unhappy, we will definitely catch the murderer!"

"Xiaojing..." Yuan Ye patted his hand, looking very tired, "Who is the murderer...it doesn't matter."

"You, don't be discouraged, young master."

"Don't call me young master, I'm not a young master anymore..."

"Master..." Xiao Jing felt like crying when he said it.

Yuan Ye shook his head, trying to sober up, but felt even more confused.

"How is the mansion?"

"I have copied everything that needs to be copied. Even the mansion... will be sold next month. However, the master still has some valuable antiques hidden in the small warehouse behind the Buddhist hall. I will pack up the young master, madam, master and old lady. After a while, we have to find a new place to live."

Hearing this, Yuan Ye raised his head and said seriously: "Sell all those antiques, donate them all, and don't keep a cent!"

Xiao Jing hurriedly reached out to touch Yuan Ye's forehead: "Master, you are crazy! This is all we have left! We have donated everything, what can you do!"

"Donate if I ask you to donate!" Yuan Ye was decisive without any hesitation, "You don't understand, the money is not clean."

"But...but...well...I see."

Xiaojing also drooped his head, sitting on the steps, like a puppy being scolded by its master.

It's hard to imagine what tomorrow will be like.

Yuan Ye reached out and touched his head, as if to comfort him.Looking at Xiaojing's immature face, he asked, "Xiaojing, it's been eight or nine years since your father left, right?"

Xiaojing's father was a ruffian who often extorted money from others and oppressed many good people during his lifetime. One day he drank too much and was hacked to death.

Therefore, when Xiaojing was young, he was pointed at by children of the same age and scolded as a bastard. He was often bullied and fought with his peers.

"Yeah, I almost forgot what he looked like."

"Then have you ever blamed him? Blamed him for doing evil, blamed him for implicating you?"

What Yuan Ye said made his eyes turn red and his fingertips tremble slightly.

Xiaojing thought for a while, then shook his head: "Even if he is bad to others, he has never been cruel to me. He is my father, no matter how bad he is, I will never abandon him."

After he finished speaking, he smiled, his whole face was a little brighter than the sun.

Very simple truth, very simple words.Even if there are many mistakes in the family, you can't let go of this relationship.

Yuan Ye looked at it, as if the haze accumulated in his heart was blown away by the breeze, and the sun shone directly in his eyes. Because it was too warm, a little tear came out.

The man did not shed tears, but he did not go to the sad place.

He wiped it off secretly as if nothing had happened, stood up, straightened his collar, and forced himself to come out.

He said to Xiaojing: "You stay here and watch, I'll go somewhere."

"Master, I'll go with you." Xiao Jing was worried that something would happen to Yuan Ye's condition.

Yuan Ye showed his usual calm smile: "Don't worry. What I want to do is only suitable for me."

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In the Faxi Temple, there is an incense burner, three sticks of fresh incense, and nine red candles, burning several mantras of rebirth.

Xu Hang kowtowed in front of the coffin and sat for a whole day before getting up to drink tea in Master Changling's meditation room.

Changling said: "You have been away for a long time."

Xu Hang replied: "Busy."

Today's brew is Lapsang Souchong, which smells sweet and heavy, and clears away distracting thoughts.

"Every time I see you, it seems like the burden on your shoulders has become lighter, but the worry between your eyebrows and eyes is still there." Changling felt that today's bubble is not as good as yesterday, "Today, I feel that you are in a bad mood. , I don’t know the taste of tea when I drink it.”

Xu Hang simply stopped drinking tea: "I'm fine, I just feel a little tired. I don't fall down so easily."

Changling simply gave him a glass of plain water: "Although I don't know what it is, I am always worried that when you have done what you want to do, will you have nothing to miss in the world?"

After Xu Hang listened, he lowered his eyes: "Maybe when the time comes, you will give me a meditation room, and I will also shave and go home?"

Chang Ling chuckled: "Then my tea is not enough."

When it reached the third round of brewing, Xu Hang caught sight of Changling sitting on a straw mat pillow out of the corner of his eye, with a long lock of hair hanging on the side.

The hair is black and beautiful, one can imagine how proud the owner has, if it can stay on the pillow, it must be sleeping here.

But here... is a temple, and the monks in the temple are even hairless.

He sized it up for a while, then looked away, looked at the teapot, and suddenly asked: "Speaking of tea... Although I haven't been here for a long time, why did you drink black tea instead? I remember that there are still many Shengpu."

Chang Ling didn't even shy away from it: "Although you don't come, there are other benefactors who will come, and they will finish drinking once they come and go."

Xu Hang stared at Changling for a while, and Changling was very puzzled: "What?"

"You didn't become a monk voluntarily, but you were born in a temple. I'm curious, if you have the opportunity to step into the world of mortals, would you grow your hair and return to vulgarity, or would you remain a Buddha?"

Changling clasped his hands together: "Since you were born here, it is your destiny, and you should worship Buddha for the rest of your life."

His expression and tone were unwavering.

After leaving the temple gate, Xu Hang saw the little novice who was sweeping the floor, and stretched out his hand to beckon him to come aside for questioning.

"Recently, is there a woman in black who often comes to see your master?"

The little novice held the broom and stared wide-eyed: "Master Xu is a fortune teller? Can you all know this?"

Seeing that he had guessed right, Xu Hang asked again: "Why does she stay in your master's meditation room?"

"Occasionally, she would get drunk and collapse at the gate of the temple. Although drunk people are not suitable for entering the temple, the master was afraid that she would be killed by a shock after drinking, so he could only let her sleep in his meditation room and take care of her all night. Afterwards Although I have persuaded the female benefactor, but next time, it will be the same."

Hearing this, Xu Hang already secretly smiled in his heart.