Boss, she's acting as a good girl again

Chapter 225 Chapter 225 Qin Chan's Dream ([-])

His soul was attached to a big pure black butterfly, because of Ning Miao's words, it flew down and landed gently on the tombstone.

It's winter.

How can there be butterflies?
Ning Miao's eyes followed the black butterfly, watched it quietly for a while, and said with certainty: "It's you."

She smiled, as if meeting an old friend again, and said softly, "Long time no see."

The butterfly flapped its wings.

"It's been a long time indeed."

Ning Miao continued on his own: "In fact, we don't spend much time together, at least for the long ten years, not much."

"But, I don't know why, only when I'm with you, can I feel that this world is real."

"I don't know if the world in the eyes of others is the same as mine, the world in my eyes." Ning Miao reached out and gestured in the air, "There is a line here, and there is another line here."

"These are three-dimensional grid lines, like a three-dimensional coordinate map."

"In addition to the space line, there is also the time line." Ning Miao took a few steps forward, pointing to a coordinate axis node in the air that only she could see, "This is the time when we first met, in Nancheng. Qin Family Manor."

She took another step back, pointing somewhere in the air.

"This was when I was 12 years old. I was taken to Devil's Bay by human traffickers. When I met you, there happened to be an earthquake. The two of us stayed in the ruins for three hours."

"This is when I was 19 years old and I returned to Nancheng."

"It's my 20th birthday. You took me to Seven Star Bay and confessed your identity to me. At that time, you were often in danger. I originally planned to bring you back to the ghost town, but I still gave you one last chance. "

"I... shouldn't have given you this chance."

After Ning Miao recalled briefly, she continued: "The world in my eyes is like this. There is a three-dimensional three-dimensional model and a long timeline."

"I've been walking slowly along this timeline, walking outside this world, just without the slightest sense of reality."

The butterfly flew up from the tombstone and flew towards Ning Miao. Ning Miao spread her palm and the butterfly landed on her palm.

She looks at butterflies.

"But every time you hold my hand, those grid lines and time lines disappear completely, and this world suddenly becomes extremely real. Only at that time, I feel that I really came to this world. "

"Sounds incredible?"

The butterfly flapped its wings slightly.

Ning Miao smiled slightly, "You still trust me."

"Thank you."

She raised her hand, let the butterfly fly, watched it gradually fly to the sky, and whispered: "I'll go find you."

The picture changed again.

The mountains are covered with white snow, and the winter wind blows the snowflakes, falling one after another.

Ning Miao stood at the foot of the mountain holding the jade Buddha tablet, looking at the temple above the three thousand steps.

An old monk sweeping the floor stood in front of her and said, "Benefactor, Master Yuanqing said that you can only go up this ladder."

"Why?"

"This heavenly ladder is called the Road of Killing. If you want to gain insights into the Dharma, don't be fooled by others. Look inside and out, and kill whenever you meet. When you meet the Buddha, kill the Buddha, and when you meet the ancestors, you kill the ancestors. Only in this way can you be free."

"I've never been tied down, how can I be free?" Ning Miao finished speaking, but walked towards the ladder again.

The old monk looked at her back as she climbed the steps, and said softly, "The benefactor has the root of Buddha, but not the karma of Buddha."

The snow on the steps was cleaned up very cleanly, but the condensed ice layer was still slippery. Ning Miao stepped on the steps, walking steadily step by step.

All around is quiet and white, only the occasional wind.

The snow particles were like fluttering catkins, falling on her hair and shoulders. Her feet were already numb from the cold, but she still walked steadily and never looked back.

Until one step at a time, after walking the three thousand ladders, one arrives at the gate of Baiyun Temple.

Master Yuanqing had already stood in front of the door, took a bowl of hot water poured from the kettle by his disciples, handed it to him with both hands, and asked, "What does the benefactor want to ask?"

Ning Miao took the hot water and drank it down, put down the bowl, took out the Jade Buddha card that she had been holding in her palm, and said, "It's not that I want to ask something, it's what guided me here."

Master Yuanqing glanced at the jade amulet and said, "Sponsor, although this amulet comes from Baiyun Temple, it is a dead thing. It is your heart that guided you here."

"My heart?" Ning Miao put it another way, "My thoughts?"

"Yes."

Ning Miao bowed her head and tasted it, suddenly smiled lightly, and put her palms together to Master Yuanqing: "Thank you, I want to go in and pay my respects."

Master Yuanqing gave in and made a gesture of invitation: "Please benefactor."

In front of the tall Buddha statue, Ning Miao stood in front of the futon and looked up at the Buddha statue for a long time.

Master Yuanqing didn't urge him either.

In the end, Ning Miao didn't offer incense, nor did he kneel down, but just put his palms together towards the Buddha statue, then turned and left.

After leaving Baiyun Temple, she went to meet many people, including Chen Jin, the Su family, Wen Yinzhang, Ying Rushi, Zhang Jinghua...

She immersed herself in writing many, many things, and contributed to major academic journals and publishing houses.

She taught Tang Guo the AI ​​training method, and donated all related papers and programs to Qingda University.

Finally, she quietly returned to a quiet manor.

In fact, Qin Chan couldn't see the faces of many people in the dream, only knew that she had seen many people and done many things.

The end of the dream.

Ning Miao stood on the balcony of the manor, watering a flowerpot with nothing but soil.

"This is the Bodhi tree seed that Master Yuanqing gave me. He said that when the seed germinates, I can see you."

"I don't believe in this, so I have nothing to do, just plant trees."

then.

The dream is like pressing the fast forward button.

Cold comes and summer goes, summer goes and autumn comes.

The bodhi tree seeds have not germinated. Ning Miao observes the condition of the flowerpot every day and records it in the notebook next to it. For this reason, he even studied botany courses.

She didn't change the seeds, as if she had great confidence that she would wait until the day when the seeds germinated.

But after returning from Baiyun Temple, Ning Miao's body was getting worse day by day.

She did a comprehensive physical examination on herself, and finally self-diagnosed that it was a physiological reaction caused by a psychological problem.

While watering the flower pot, she said softly: "Heart disease needs medicine for heart disease, and you are my medicine for heart disease."

But wait and wait.

finally.

Ning Miao still couldn't wait for the day when the seeds germinated.

She lay prone at the desk by the window, fell asleep peacefully, and never woke up again.

But a miracle happened.

The flower pot by the window, the seed that would never germinate, suddenly broke out of the ground, and a young shoot grew. In the breeze and drizzle, the emerald green shoots swayed gently, which was the most intense feeling of life. color.

It is the most incredible miracle.

……

Qin Chan woke up suddenly.

He stared at the ceiling for a long time before realizing that this was not a dream.

He tilted his still somewhat drowsy head, looking at the unfamiliar environment around him.

Then I saw the girl who was lying on the bed and fell asleep.

　I built a penguin qun, the qun number is 640848236, and the answer is the title of this book. If you have any ideas or suggestions about this book, you can come and communicate, and I can also provide postgraduate entrance examination counseling (??)
　　
　
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