time-limited addiction

The days passed by for a day or two.

Shen Jing began to find that Sun Qiyan was always absent-minded, always wanting to tell her something, but not saying anything.

She doesn't ask.

Quietly listen to the monks chanting sutras and praying in Yuanqing Hall.

She would always recall the scene of her accompanying Zhou Lüchen to copy Buddhist scriptures at the Nanhuai Ancient Temple in Shanghai.

He would put pillows on her and fan her.

Her name is written all over the back of a page full of jade verses.

This time, the person holding a pillow next to her was Sun Qiyan.

She heard that she left Yuanqing Palace in the evening.

Zhou Lüchen in the East Pavilion had just woken up from sleep at this time, and his day and night were reversed.

At sunset, the people meditating in Yuanqing Hall turned into Zhou Lüchen.

The table on the left side of the Yuanqing Hall is filled with prayer lamps, and the candlelight flickers, which is very dazzling.

The abbot saw his puzzled expression, so he explained: "Mr. Zhou, the prayer lamps placed over there are all prayer lamps."

With that said, the abbot led Zhou Lüchen to the desk.

The abbot put a crooked blessing lamp in order, "Do you want to buy a blessing lamp? The little girl in the next courtyard requested several prayer lamps sincerely. She knelt from outside the door to the hall. If Mrs. Zhou knew that you were so dedicated to buying a blessing lamp for her, , I am definitely happy."

Zhou Lüchen raised his hand to fiddle with the lotus lamp on the desk. The exquisite and small glass lamp was burning sesame oil, and he accidentally saw the cinnabar writing and name on it.

May Qi Yan be safe and sound.

Sun Qiyan?
He retracted his arm coldly, "Who lives in the East Second Pavilion?"

The abbot gave a single palm salute and said, "They are a couple."

Zhou Luchen frowned, "Couple?"

"They are a couple. They run together on the trail in the back mountain every morning. They have lived here for more than ten days." The abbot put the lotus prayer lantern away. "This is a blessing written by the little girl herself, dotted with cinnabar, stroke by stroke. On the first day she came, she knelt from the first step to the 13th floor."

Zhou Lüchen looked at the desk again. The other lamp was Mr. Shen's name, Shen Weishan.

I understand.

After a moment, he took the silk handkerchief from Zhuang Ming and wiped his fingers slowly, without saying a word and looking very calm.

Zhuang Ming didn't know that he didn't pay attention to the movement in the East Second Pavilion.

Follow Zhou Luchen all the way back to the East Pavilion.

The temple is big.

It’s a long detour from the front yard back to the East Pavilion.

Mottled night.

The cold snow fell slowly.

"Okay, don't cry anymore." The man's coaxing voice mixed with the little girl's suppressed sobs.

Zhou Lüchen suddenly stopped and looked up at the scene in front of him.

The dim lights swayed in the wind.

Half of Sun Qiyan's body was helping Shen Jing walk, with his hand holding one side of her waist. The difference in height and body shape seemed to wrap her whole body in his arms. The pace was slow, leaving only the backs of the two of them.

Shen Jing had a broken mobile phone in her left hand and a bag of frozen pears in her right hand. Half of the sweater she was wearing was dirty.

The skin on his knee was broken, and shocking blood spilled out.

He held her gently and carefully, like holding a treasure that would melt accidentally.

Sun Qiyan asked almost tremblingly, feeling heartache overflowing.

"Does it hurt?"

When she spoke, her body was shaking slightly, "It hurts."

"Can't you wait for me? How on earth can you walk when you dig a few frozen pears and throw them into the river?"

Sun Qiyan was clearly reprimanding, but he was extremely gentle and patient. His voice was lower and lower, as if speaking harshly would make her even more sad.

Shen Jing raised her arms and gently wiped her tears on her clothes, "Ugh...I'm greedy. I haven't eaten meat for several days, so I want to eat frozen pears."

A few days ago, she and Sun Qiyan buried pears in the snowdrift in the back mountain. When she came back to relax, she secretly went out to dig pears and threw rocks at night.

Sun Qiyan smiled warmly and coaxed her patiently, with a doting voice, "I'll go down the mountain in two days and prepare some delicious food for you, okay?"

"Um…"

Shen Jing is such a good person.

Zhou Lüchen stood there, listening and watching quietly, expressionless.

So does Zhuang Ming.

Until Sun Qiyan's back walked into the East Second Pavilion, and the door clicked shut.

Zhou Lüchen took a step forward and walked back to the East Pavilion calmly.

Seeing the blood stained in the snow, there was no emotion at all.

Zhuang Ming glanced at the East Second Pavilion, which had already closed the courtyard, and felt that it was a bit... unethical for a couple to come to the temple to meditate.

all night.

Zhou Lüchen still calmed down and finished transcribing the remaining scriptures.

Zhuang Ming didn't mention what happened next door, and Zhou Lüchen never asked, as if it didn't matter anymore.

Like every other night, I was immersed in copying scriptures. When I was tired, I took a break and lit a cigarette, looking at the snow outside the window indifferently.

After all, the second young master and Miss Shen have broken up.

Only drunk Xunxun would come to your door.