When they parted ways, Jing Han suddenly suggested that they go to Xing Lan's house to take a look. Xing Lan did not tell his mother, which resulted in his mother blaming Xing Lan for being rash and insensible after Jing Han arrived. Xing Lan did not explain too much about this. He understood the reality of love now. If Jing Han did not like his home, Xing Lan would also need to consider it.
Her mother had a gratified smile on her face. There was a habit in matchmaking at home, and that was to give Jinghan a red packet. Sister-in-law was very sensible and told her mother that there were a lot of them in the north, so she asked her mother to take care of them. Her mother gave it to Jinghan, but Jinghan did not accept it. Xing Lan could see that her mother had a trace of disappointment on her face. Before she left, Xing Lan took the red packet. Jinghan suggested that she go to Gao Wei's house to take a look.
"Hey, Xinglan, you do it."
Gao Wei called out to Xing Lan in a low voice as they got on the bus.
"What?"
Looking at Gao Wei's wretched appearance, Xing Lan was very puzzled in his heart.
"When you reach my house, don't tell my family that I introduced you to them. Just say that I don't know Jing Han. Otherwise, my wife and mother won't be willing.”
Gao Wei whispered into Xing Lan's ear.
Hearing this, Xing Lan nodded his head lightly. He had never thought that Gao Wei would have such thoughts. Xing Lan was afraid that Jing Han would be unhappy, so he did not tell her.
At Gao Wei's house, his mother and lover were both there. His son, who had just learned how to walk, was playing on the ground. Xing Lan directly plugged in to the game. Jing Han was very quiet on the sofa and did not say much. Xing Lan turned around to look at her without leaving a trace. Xing Lan could not figure out what Jing Han was thinking about.
After staying for a while, Jinghan was about to go home. Perhaps it was because she was used to being busy, she also felt a little strange. It was already very late. The chauffeur was driving in front. Xing Lan, who was in the back seat, handed the red packet to Jinghan. Jinghan still did not accept it, saying that it was the first time they met. If not, her family would scold her. Xing Lan did not insist. Jinghan insisted that she just let Xing Lan send her to the intersection. Xing Lan did not know what Jinghan meant, but he still let the chauffeur send her to the door of her house. The sky was already dark. Jing Han, who got out of the car, walked home. Xing Lan asked the driver to turn on the lights to light up the road for her. Jing Han did not turn back. Xing Lan watched her back shrink, turn around, and then disappear.
On the way back, Xing Lan did not say a word. He did not know how he felt. He opened the car window and let the cold wind blow his long hair until the wind made his eyes blur. The coldness mixed in the wind made his face feel a trace of pain, or he ignored that trace of pain because what hurt more than his face was his heart.
At home, his mother asked Xinglan to give Jinghan a call. His mother had always been so kind. Regardless of whether she liked it or not, she would take the initiative to call the other party because she was afraid that the other party would feel awkward. His brother had gone on countless blind dates and had countless phone calls. When he came to Xinglan, his mother taught him this on his first blind date. Xinglan was very obedient and sent a text message to Jinghan. In fact, he also wanted to know what Jinghan thought.
Jing Han returned to ask Xing Lan's family what they thought. Xing Lan told her that his family would listen to his opinion. The two of them chatted for a while, but Jing Han did not give Xing Lan a clear answer. Xing Lan did not insist on anything. He let go of the thoughts in his heart. If Jing Han needed to consider, if she needed to choose, Xing Lan would understand her thoughts very well. After all, it was a matter of a lifetime. Even Xing Lan could not figure out why he had to think so much for others. Perhaps it was also a habit that he had long had.
The endless night caused Xing Lan to turn around. At two in the morning, Xing Lan immediately got up and dialed his friends 'numbers. Because Xing Lan was often not at home, these friends were very dependent on Xing Lan. In just a short while, four to five people arrived at Xing Lan's house. His mother was also woken up by them. She cooked vegetables for them and prepared wine for them. The few of them drank until dawn. From the beginning to the end, Xing Lan did not mention Jinghan. Xing Lan had a principle. If it was not his, he would not tell anyone.
It was already seven o'clock the next day when the banquet ended. After washing up, Xing Lan suggested going to the temple. The few of them agreed unanimously. The temple was very far away from home. Xing Lan sat in the car and kept looking out the window. He did not know why he suddenly missed the days when he was alone. He did not have any worries or thoughts. He was just a big boy, a happy big boy. Everything now seemed to be destined. From the beginning of his trip to Beijing to getting to know each other, Xing Lan had an understanding of fate for the first time. At that time, Xing Lan was very superstitious.
It was already ten o'clock in the morning when they arrived at the temple. Although it wasn't a temple fair, the temple was filled with good men and women. People were crowded everywhere, and the temple was very popular with incense. At the entrance, a towering giant Buddha exuded a majestic aura that made people worship it. There was a huge "swastika" Buddhist seal on its chest that shone under the sun's brilliance. When they stepped into the temple, they couldn't help but lower their decibels, as if they were afraid that the loud noise would affect the rest of the Buddhas.
Xing Lan and the others walked in the middle of the crowd. In front of the giant Buddha, Xing Lan quietly looked into the Buddha's eyes. His expression was very calm, and he did not have the same devout expression as the others.
"Let's go and ask for a lot. The old monk over there is very smart.”
While the few of them were standing, Wang Hao gestured for them to come out. Wang Hao was considered one of Xing Lan's best friends. He was very sunny and handsome. Xing Lan only had one opinion of Wang Hao, and that was that Wang Hao was a good person. However, this child's emotional intelligence was a little low. This was because Wang Hao went on blind dates almost every day. As long as the other party said that he was unwilling, Wang Hao would definitely get drunk. From Xing Lan's point of view, whether Wang Hao could know whether the other party was wearing shoes or boots was another matter. This was because from the moment the two of them met until they made a decision... It had only been a few minutes. Wang Hao often came to the temple, so he was very familiar with this place.
Xing Lan followed closely behind Wang Hao. On the left side of the Great Buddha Hall, an old monk who was meditating was surrounded by a group of people. The old monk's eyebrows had already turned white, and his eyes had also become turbid. The marks on his face made it seem as if he had experienced endless vicissitudes of life. His body was too dry, so much so that his gray robe seemed very empty. There were three futons opposite the old monk, and in the middle, a girl around the age of 20 put her hands together and sincerely accepted the old monk's enlightenment. Beside the girl, a middle-aged woman who looked very similar to her gently supported her. It was obvious that the two of them were mother and daughter.
Xing Lan asked for a lot with a smile. It was a draw. Xing Lan could not understand the contents on it. He waited for a long time until it was his turn. Xing Lan smiled and walked towards the old monk. There were still many people gathered around him. These people were looking at each person the old monk enlightened. Other than piety, the expressions on their faces were mostly the initial curiosity of human nature.
"Do I still have to kneel?"
Xing Lan smiled as he looked at the old monk. He had drunk a lot of wine. Perhaps it was because of the anesthesia of the alcohol that made him a little irrational.
"Why aren't you kneeling here?"
"That's right. Why are young people these days so insensible?”
The people around him were all pointing at Xing Lan.
"Kneel down."
His friend was also pulling Xing Lan.
The old monk did not say anything. He only looked at the star barrier. His turbid eyes seemed to be able to see through everything.
In the end, Xing Lan still knelt down. According to Xing Lan's principles, a man should kneel down to the heavens, kneel down to his parents, and today's kneeling could be considered kneeling down to the heavens.
"Child, what do you want to know?"
Seeing Xing Lan kneel down, the old monk asked in a hoarse voice. His tone was calm without a trace of fluctuation.
"Master, this is my lot."
Xing Lan saw that everyone had handed their lots to the old monk.
"No need."
The old monk's head swayed slightly. His eyes never left the Star Barrier.
"My career. If I can really predict it, I want to know if I can succeed in the future.”
Xing Lan looked at his friend beside him and did not ask the old monk why he did not want to sign.
The old monk told Xing Lan that it was not the right time yet, so he let Xing Lan persist and let Xing Lan wait.
"What about my love?"
The old monk told Xing Lan a lot of things that matched everything that Xing Lan was experiencing right now. In fact, he really wanted to know what would happen to Jing Han. At that moment, Xing Lan believed in the prophecy. At that moment, Xing Lan, who did not believe in God, also hoped that God existed. At the very least, she could pray to God to let Xing Lan take care of her.
The old monk kept looking at the star barrier, as if he was thinking and trying to see through it.
"The past life is the cause, and this life is the effect. Karma is related.”
The old monk did not answer Xing Lan's question directly.
"I want to know the result."
Xing Lan's tone was very firm.
"The first tribulation is 16.8 million years, the first tribulation is 20 minor tribulations, and the fourth tribulation is one major tribulation. With the middle tribulation, you can't escape. Since the variable has appeared, there will be many chances.”
The old monk's tone was still very calm.
"How should I grasp it?"
Xing Lan asked.
"She's your variable and your old debt. What she becomes depends on her.”
"I don't believe in past lives."
Xing Lan interrupted the old monk's words and stood up. Perhaps it was because of the anesthesia of alcohol, but he, who had always worked hard, did not believe that he owed anyone.
"Then you shouldn't have come looking for me."
The old monk's tone was still calm. The people around him also began to point at Xing Lan.
Xing Lan turned around and walked out.
"Child, the matters of the mortal world are originally empty. The righteous path of the human world is the vicissitudes of life.”
The old monk's expression was still unfathomable.
" I've worked hard. Whether or not I can succeed in my career in the future is not because of how much happiness I've enjoyed, but because of how much pain I've suffered. I don't feel like I owe anyone love. If a person is willing to be loved by me, I'll betray the entire world if the entire world betrays her. If the so-called tribulation is going to stop me, I'm willing to be enemies with the omnipotent God. If there's a price to pay, I'm willing to never reincarnate.”
After Xing Lan finished speaking, he turned around and left." The righteous path in the human world is filled with vicissitudes of life ". Uncle Gao had also said this to Xing Lan before. Xing Lan could not understand why he still said this after leaving the base. A wave of curses came from behind him. His friend bowed and apologized. Xing Lan walked forward by himself.
"What's wrong with you? There are so many people here.”
Wang Hao looked at the people beside him, unable to understand Xing Lan's recklessness. Xing Lan did not reply and just continued walking forward. He did not know if there were really gods in this world. The car skidded and fell into a ditch. Fortunately, no one was injured. His mother was a Buddhist and was very angry at Xing Lan's recklessness. She even made a big offering. In the end, she even said that it was because Xing Lan had been kind since she was young that God did not take it to heart. Xing Lan only smiled bitterly at this.
The next day, Xing Lan returned to Beijing. His thoughts were in a mess, not because of the old monk's advice, but because there had been no news of Jing Han for two days.
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