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Chapter 4051 Bodhi has no tree (4)

There was a clear light in Jiang Shu's eyes, she smiled slyly: "Song Shaoyan, I ask you a question, you answer me and I will leave."

"Say."

"Have you ever slept with a woman? Could it be like that old virgin Jiang Ci?"

"I was married, what do you think?"

"It's amazing, it's amazing, I was married." Jiang Shu snorted coldly, "Okay, I'm done asking, let's go."

Jiang Shu stubbed out the cigarette butt in the ashtray.

She is the kind of woman who does things neatly and does not procrastinate at all, and she leaves as soon as she says.

Jiang Shu didn't have many things, so she tidied up a little and left from the main entrance.

Seeing Jiang Shu leave, Zhang De dared to come out.

"President Song, all the luggage is packed."

"Yeah." Song Shaoyan sat upright, didn't say much, his long and narrow eyes were filled with darkness, "You can go back to the capital."

"Mr. Song, call me if you need anything, whether it's work or life."

Song Shaoyan didn't speak.

Zhang De knew that Song Shaoyan had become more taciturn since he woke up. When Jiang Ci was around, he could still make Song Shaoyan lose his temper. But now, Song Shaoyan might not even have the interest to talk to others.

"President Song, take care." Zhang De bid farewell.

Zhang De left the living room.

Song Shaoyan looked out the window.

The world of Mo House has changed a long time ago. It used to be full of mountain flowers, red and purple trees, and it was very lively. But now it is getting late autumn and winter is approaching, and the place is also showing a sense of depression and depression.

Moxiu helped the wheelchair to the French window.

From the large floor-to-ceiling windows, you can just see the garden outside the house. There are only bare tree trunks left in the large peach blossom forest outside the house. There are no peach blossoms, no leaves, and no more beautiful peach blossoms and willows in spring.

The weather in Hwaseong is also not very good, gloomy, as if it will rain at any time.

He has spent five years in Hwaseong.

The wind whistled outside, Song Shaoyan squinted his eyes and looked outside silently, sitting motionless like a statue.

In the past few years, the prosperity has faded away, and the things he used to like are no longer liked. He is more used to sitting quietly.

He has been looking for the balance point between life and death, he thinks, he has found it long ago, that is the fate of Buddha.

The Buddha's salvation of all living beings can not only make the dead rest in peace, but also make the living peaceful.

He also figured it out, now he has no desires or desires, all the prosperity in the world has nothing to do with him, the monastery is his shelter.

Thinking of this, Song Shaoyan closed his eyes, his face was serene, and his eyelashes were calm.

No Bodhi tree, nor stand mirror.

There is nothing, where can the dust be.

……

new York.

Ning An was awakened by a nightmare in the night.

These years, she had stopped having nightmares very early. She didn't know what happened tonight. She dreamed that Song Shaoyan was buried under the mine. She picked up the dirt with both hands, but found nothing.

Ning An broke out in sweat, she turned on the lamp beside the bed, supported her head, and remained silent.

How did you have such a dream? Was it because you heard what Jiang Ci said a few days ago about rescuing Song Shaoyan five years ago?
Her palms were sticky, her long hair hung down in a mess, and her face was haggard.

She glanced at her phone, it was two o'clock in the morning.

Why is she having such nightmares?Is it Song Shaoyan...

Is he really dying?

That day, Jiang Ci didn't seem to be lying to her. When she took off Song Shaoyan's mask, she also saw a pale and haggard face without blood.

The bedside cases are not fake either.

(End of this chapter)