Wife Please Be Obedient

A lingering spring rain lasted for five or six days, with the residual chill of the early spring, people could not help but add an extra coat, but it still felt a little cold.

After having breakfast early in the morning, Qin Guanglin drove steadily to the door of the school, watching her hold an umbrella to say goodbye to herself, then turned around and walked into the school and walked away, until he turned a corner and disappeared in the campus before restarting the car. , Drove to the company.

"Morning."

"early."

"Have Teacher Xiaohe eaten? Would you like some?"

"No, thank you."

Wen smiled and greeted other teachers, so why not sit in his office and organize today's work.

After staying in a familiar environment for a long time, the gloomy memories of the past have become illusory, as if they were just a dream.

It seems to be good now.

Her mentality was affected unconsciously, and she was not as resistant to Qin Guanglin's work as before, but there was a hint of worry in her heart.

Only to survive the past few years, and survive all the things she has experienced, can she truly get rid of the shadow that looms over her heart, and she can truly be freed.

Mental illness is the most difficult to treat.

It can only be healed slowly by time.

"Teacher Xiao Hu, let me refer to your lesson plan."

"Oh, I forgot yesterday..." Teacher Xiao Hu looked at him blankly.

"Yes, just don't copy against it."

"What copy, this is called reference, reference."

Why not shook his head helplessly and turned to look out the window. There were delicate and tender yellow leaf buds hanging on the tree. The light rain was silent and silent, and twos and threes of students walked by the road holding umbrellas.

The ballpoint pen at the fingertips turned gently twice, a smile appeared on her face, and she continued to correct the homework on the table.

Time is quiet, I am thinking of you.

...

On the outskirts of Los Angeles, there is a Datong Temple.

It has been standing here since the Ming Dynasty. It has experienced war artillery for hundreds of years, has been repaired countless times, and is still flourishing today.

It was rainy and there were not many people who came to offer incense. Sun Wen sat on the threshold outside the Daxiong Hall, not too dirty, dangling cigarettes with his legs crossed, waiting for Xu Wei to come out.

He doesn't believe this, not even half of it.

If the gods and Buddhas in it really have spirits, then they must be money fans, just like him-can they be called Buddhas again?

After all, it is for a good word, no one is more noble than anyone.

The cigarette burned slowly, and the rising smoke made him squint his eyes and look around. He reached out and held the cigarette holder and took a big puff, then threw the cigarette **** on the ground and crushed it, standing up to see how Xu Wei would pay it back Does not come out.

The magnificent Daxiong Hall is shining with gold, the hall is vast, the idols are solemn, there are few tourists, and there is a sense of solemnity in the quiet hall.

A few monks knocking wooden fish were sitting in the corner, and Xu Wei, who was wearing a red dress, knelt down in front of the Buddha, with her hands folded, and the tall Buddha statue stood peacefully, looking down on sentient beings.

That fairy-like woman, with her quiet back and the ancient temple at this moment, had a subtle sense of harmony.

Sun Wen took his steps back again, did not enter the hall, and wandered outside, swaying with his hands in his pockets.

He had gone to say goodbye to Xu Wei. Los Angeles had no reason to stay. Whether it was people or things, it had nothing to do with him. He passed through the city like a traveler and went home.

I met Xu Wei for a while, and when I left, he always had a special way. After drinking two more glasses, he was recruited into the car by Xu Wei and pulled all the way here.

The rich have many faults.

"Why is the donor hovering in front of the door instead of entering the hall?"

Sun Wenzheng was thinking about what was going on, but he was abruptly startled by the monk who appeared next to him, frowning and saying, "The donor? Are you calling me?"

"Exactly."

"What's the matter?"

"..." The fat monk was speechless, and raised his head slightly while maintaining a salute with one hand.

"Too lazy to enter... Can you talk about Zou Zou's okay? Now the 21st century master."

Sun Wen felt annoyed when he saw him standing up his palm with one hand. What kind of garlic is the fat man with big ears?

"..."

The fat monk twitched his mouth and nodded slightly at him, keeping a smile.

"What's the matter if you don't go in?" Sun Wen looked back at the Daxiong Hall behind him, mocking: "Is there anything else to say? Disrespectful to the Buddha? I have to go in and kneel?"

"No, no... The poor monk just saw the donor... Well, I think you look different. You should be quite uncomfortable recently, so I came here to tell."

"what?"

Sun Wen laughed angrily, "I don't know if I am going well? Do you want you to come over and tell me again?"

The fat monk turned his head and left, this guy couldn't communicate.

"Eh...Don't you tell me how to crack it?" Sun Wen shouted from behind.

"Of course there is a way." The fat monk returned with a smile again, with one palm on his chest, and looked at Sun Wen's face decently for a moment. "The donor's eyebrows are tightly closed, and Yintang is faintly exhaled, although It's not full-bodied, but there is a tendency to gather, and work may be very difficult in the next few months..."

"You just say how to break it, burn the incense stick?"

Sun Wen didn't bother to expose him. He is out of work now, and he hasn't gotten ridiculous. If he said that in the first two months, he might have been fooled.

"It is inevitable to give incense to the Buddha, but from the perspective of the donor, we need to invite a lotus lamp to be in front of the Buddha. We chant sutras day and night to pray for the donor. The Buddha will bless the donor and the disaster will disappear. ."

"I buy a lamp, and then the Buddha will bless me?"

"Not buying, please."

"Please ask for money?"

"Please, of course, it is free, but the cost of its own materials has to be borne by itself."

"Hey." Sun Wenle said, "have you figured out that I have no money in my pocket?"

"..."

"What are you talking about?" Xu Wei came out of the hall door and saw two people, one tall and one fat, talking there.

"It's nothing." Sun Wen didn't bother to take care of the magic stick again, and walked over with his long legs.

The fat monk followed him and muttered, "Don’t be jokes, don’t talk in front of the Buddha..."

I just saw these two people driving Maserati down the square in front of the temple. They had no money in their pockets, and they didn't believe them.

"He said that I will have a disaster next, and then I will..."

"It's broken." Xu Wei drew a small stack of red tickets from her bag. She didn't count them, but looked about a thousand or so, and handed them to the fat monk next to her.

"..."

"..."

Until he got into the car, Sun Wen was still angry at the smiling face of the fat monk.

"You are really rich."

"Do you know?" Xu Wei smiled.

"It's better to give it to me if you have that money, let him get rid of the disaster, or I shave my head and chant the sutras with you every day, OK?"

"Can you read?"

Sun Wen stopped talking.

As the car drove slowly forward, he turned his head and glanced at the temple door behind him, and sighed, "I don't know why you rich people like to throw money in such places."

"Otherwise, why do you think I am so rich?" Xu Wei asked back.

"Worshiping Buddha?" Sun Wen looked disdainful, "If you can worship the Buddha and worship the money, I will give it a kowtow for twenty hours a day."

Xu Wei didn't speak any more, and drove the car back to Luocheng District with a smile, and stopped directly downstairs to her home.

The floor made of black marble looks quite heavy. The bright mirror-like tiles can reflect the figure, the luxurious crystal pendant lamp, the exquisite mahogany desk...

Sun Wen glanced across the room one by one, and finally fell on Xu Wei who was already lying on the bed, and said: "I...today...I came to say goodbye to you."

People are really incomparable. Some people live in tall buildings, some are in deep ditch, some are shining, and some are covered in rust. This is fate.

"Farewell?"

Xu Wei squinted her eyes and stared at him for a moment, "If you haven't contacted me for so long, now you say goodbye?"

"Well, I'm leaving now, leaving Los Angeles."

"Where to go?"

"Come back home."

"……Not coming back?"

"Can't come back." Sun Wen shook his head calmly.

After thinking about staying at home for nearly a month, he has accepted the reality, and he will go back after all.

The big cities are not so easy to stay, even if they spend half their lives, they can't change much.

People are gone, money is gone, and work is gone. For him, there is no difference between staying and not staying in Los Angeles.

Two steps forward, he caught a glimpse of the plastic wrap at the corner of the bed from the corner of his eye, and subconsciously looked at the trash can next to him. The two rubber products remaining inside made him suddenly feel nauseous.

Friends are just an illusion, and the two of them have always been just friends.

When Xu Wei saw Sun Wen's expression, she followed his gaze and couldn't help but smile, "They are all coaxes from foreign powers. I have been thinking of you for a long time. I'll say goodbye to you later. Come here first."

"..."

But Sun lost his interest, turned around after a moment of silence and said, "I'm leaving."

"stop."