After being forced to go on a blind date, the boss always wants to blow my vest

Chapter 87 In fact, you have known me for a long time

"..."

Lu Fan looked at him in surprise.

She remembered that one day when she was chatting, she once said that she would take Master to the beach.

The abbot looked out the window longingly: "Master, I remember you said that the seaside scenery is beautiful, and I want to see it."

"it is good."

Five in the morning.

She pushed the wheelchair and took Master to the resort.

At this time, the sea breeze was a bit cold, she squatted down and tucked the blanket tightly around him for him.

I heard him sigh: "Look, the sun has risen."

She turned her head to look towards the horizon.

The sun is floating on the sea, and the golden light is shining.

It can be said that it is so beautiful that it makes people's hearts aspire.

At this time, the old abbot also had a light in his eyes, "The sun is beautiful at sunrise, the sun hangs brightly, and it goes out at sunset. Being a human being is like this sun, too sharp will kill you, Fanfan, do you remember? "

Lu Fan nodded obediently: "I remember."

"The outside world is no different than our Linghe Temple. Here there are mixed fish and dragons with ulterior motives. When it's time to protect yourself, don't be timid."

"I made a note, Master."

"Fanfan, see if there are any shells in front of you, and show them to Master." The old abbot suddenly shifted his gaze.

"..."

Lu Fan followed his line of sight, only seeing a beach of white sand, and nothing else.

"Master, I'll go and have a look."

"Amitabha……"

Just as Lu Fan raised his foot, he suddenly heard this sound, and when he suddenly turned his head to look at Master again, shock froze in the corners of his eyes.

Master closed his eyes with an extremely peaceful expression on his face.

He left suddenly, but in her expectation.

At this very moment, the tears she held back in her eyes finally slipped down...

The bits and pieces of the Linghe Temple in the past seem to have merged into an endless picture scroll, scrolling among the clouds.

She didn't remember how she dialed Ye Chicheng's number, she only knew that when she took out her phone, the first number that appeared in her mind was his.

"Hello? Lu Fan?"

At [-]:[-] in the morning, Ye Chicheng's voice on the phone was hoarse and deep, still full of tiredness.

"Master... passed away."

She looked up at the sky, couldn't hold back the last three words, and choked.

"Where are you?"

Ye Chicheng's voice suddenly became clearer, and he could vaguely hear him getting out of bed in a hurry.

"Beach by the sea."

After saying the location, she fell heavily to the ground as if she had collapsed.

When Ye Chicheng arrived, he saw her sitting on the beach as if she had lost her soul, and the old abbot had already passed away peacefully in the wheelchair next to her...

……

The funeral of the old abbot was arranged to be held at Linghe Temple.

There was an endless stream of people going to the temple that day, just to see the old abbot off for the last time.

During the period, due to the arrival of He Yuhai and Xiao Zhimo, many reporters and media were attracted, but in the end Ye Chicheng sent them back.

The old abbot was low-key during his lifetime, so the funeral was simple.

During the whole process, all the brothers and sisters in the monastery cried more or less a few times.

Only Lu Fan never shed a single tear.

She understood that only by swallowing the tears in her belly, could Master and he go away with peace of mind.

At the end of the funeral, Lu Fan came to Master's Zen room alone, wanting to accompany Master for the last journey.

She knelt on the futon, her eyes fixed on the Buddha statue on the wall.

It seems to go back to the time when she was seven years old, the master asked her to chant scriptures in front of the Buddha, and she memorized the entire scriptures by surprise. The surprise and joy in the master's eyes at that time are still vivid in my memory.

Just as I was thinking about it, a pair of expensive and shiny middle-aged and elderly leather shoes suddenly appeared in my field of vision...

Climbing up the leather shoes, I saw an old man in a suit and leather shoes with a calm face offering incense for Master.

The old man was about six or seventy years old, and his temples were as white as snow, but he couldn't resist the sharp light from his eyes.

After burning incense, he passed her and paused, "Take care of the matter here, and find me as soon as possible."

Throwing down this loud order, he walked out with his head held high.

Lu Fan: "..."

Not long after, Ye Chicheng walked in and asked her to deal with the rest.

She went out and scanned the crowd, but found no trace of the old man, and accidentally caught a glimpse of a dozen high-end commercial vehicles leaving Linghe Mountain one after another at the foot of the mountain...

After dealing with the follow-up matters, the people who came to the funeral left Linghe Temple one after another, and Xiao Zhimo and He Yuhai also went down the mountain one after another.

The already secluded temple suddenly fell into solitude.

Lu Fan looked up at the half-pasted plaque above the temple, feeling a little sore.

I remember that Master once said before going down the mountain to see a doctor that when he came back, he would renovate the front of the door, which might attract many tourists and people who offered incense.

Now the door is still old, but the master is gone.

She remembered that there was still half a bucket of paint in the utility room in the backyard, so she went to rummage.

Just outside the utility room, Ye Chisheng was already inside.

Thinking of how much he had done for Master's funeral in the past few days, he couldn't help asking, "How did you get here?"

"I heard from my mother that I have been to Linghe Temple before, and I feel familiar when I passed by it just now. Do you remember that I have been here?"

Ye Chicheng turned around, wanting to learn what happened back then from her.

Lu Fan stared at him for a few seconds, and now the haze between his eyebrows has long since dissipated, and the death ban has been lifted.

"do not remember."

After she finished answering, she turned and walked into the utility room, looking for the half bucket of paint.

Behind him, Ye Chicheng followed in relentlessly, and after looking around, he said to himself, "But why do I feel that I've been here before?"

"..."

"Lu Fan, you actually knew me a long time ago, right?"

"No."

"That is to say, we met seven years ago? Then you went down the mountain to meet me on a blind date seven years later?"

"Nothing."

Lu Fan bypassed his questioning while looking for a paint bucket.

But she had a deep memory. When Ye's mother went up the mountain to ask for a lottery for her son, she calculated that Ye Chicheng would have an accident when he was 20 years old.

This accident will completely change his life, but it will also cause his fate to be different, and he was imprisoned by marriage at the age of 27, and his fate ended here.

In order to save Ye Chicheng's life, Mother Ye directly carried him up the mountain and begged her for help.

That year coincided with two senior brothers returning to secular life, Ye Chisheng was 19 years old, and she was 12 years old.

At that time, he had a hot temper, refused to admit defeat, refused to accept control, and caused many troubles.

In the end, she directed and acted in a play by herself, and then she successfully kicked him out of Linghe Temple and allowed him to return to a normal life.

Thinking of this, she happened to find the paint bucket.

I went back to the door and repainted the plaque several times before giving up.

Out of the corner of his eyes, he saw a bunch of half-person-high haystacks outside the door, and his eyes couldn't help but feel moist.

Twenty years ago, Master welcomed her in this mountain.

After 20 years, she personally saw him off at the beach.

This may be the fate in the dark, but it's a pity that she has not had time to let Master live a good life...

　Thanks to the baby who sent the monthly pass, I will ask for another wave of monthly pass here~
　　In addition, let me add a word, the departure of the master is the only way for Fanfan to understand the world, and it is also the beginning of her continuous formation of vests and continuous loss of horses...

　　
　
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