Rose Manor

The spring was bright and the blue sky was clear. Shen Jia, the abbot of the temple, brought a low table to the corridor and sat on his knees on the futon to copy Buddhist scriptures.

After breakfast and writing, a thick pile of rice paper has been piled up on the table. The breeze blows and the rice paper clatters, but she holds it down with a book.

There are two stray cats curled up next to her legs, a tabby cat and an orange cat. Because they wander in the temple all year round, they have become one of the "attractions" for tourists to check in.

Shen Jia Nian only played with them twice, and today he came to them with ease, fell next to her, and turned his belly to be touched.

After Shen Jianian finished writing a piece, he picked it up and put it aside. He put the brush on the pen rest and pressed his hand on the sore shoulder and neck.

At this time, the rustling sound of shoe soles on the gravel came from outside the courtyard gate.

These footsteps... seem a bit familiar.

Shen Jia Nian's heartbeat suddenly accelerated. She raised her eyes and saw a man stepping in. He was tall and slender, with black hair shining in the sunlight and looking at her with deep eyes.

When a stranger arrived, the kitten beside Shen Jianian's legs jumped up, and the larger tabby cat jumped into the yard and bared its teeth at Fu Jichen.

Fu Jichen glanced at the kitten and waved his hand to drive it away.

The kitten said "meow" and jumped away.

Shen Jianian said: "Don't chase it away, it is very well-behaved."

Fu Jichen walked to the eaves of the corridor and looked down at the person he had not seen for a week, his eyes filled with affection. After a moment, his eyes shifted and he glanced at the Buddhist scriptures on the table.

"Are you planning to become a nun?" Fu Jichen bent over and sat on another futon. There was no room for his long legs, one straight and one bent. He rested his elbows on the edge of the low table and flipped through the stack of Buddhist scriptures with a joking tone. meaning.

"Don't mess with it for me. It's all written in order." Shen Jianian pushed his hand and asked, "When did you come back?"

"Three hours ago." Fu Jichen said angrily, "I didn't see you at home. I only found out you came to Tanfu Temple when I asked, and you came a week ago. Why didn't you tell me?"

"You didn't ask me either."

Fu Jichen stared at her without speaking.

They talked on the phone every day, and if she wanted to tell him, he would know it just by mentioning it. She was deliberately hiding it.

Shen Jianian knew that he was in the wrong, so he put his chin in his hands and smiled at him, begging for mercy: "I was wrong, I shouldn't have hidden it from you."

Fu Jichen pushed her forehead with his index finger, his eyes showing undisguised endearment: "Are you sure that I can't do anything to you?" He paused and looked at her ink-stained fingers, "How long will you continue to copy? , won’t you go home with me?”

"I'll go back today." Shen Jianian picked up the book on the rice paper and sorted the pile of papers. "I'll send these to the abbot, and then we'll go home."

Fu Jichen picked up the small teapot on the table and shook it twice. There was no water in it.

"I've finished drinking it." Shen Jianian said, getting ready to make another pot of tea for him.

"Sit down." Fu Jichen raised his hand to stop him and already stood up, "Where's the hot water? I'll get it."

Shen Jianian pointed toward the room: "There are thermos bottles and tea leaves on the table."

Fu Jichen carried the teapot into the house and glanced around unconsciously. This was where Shen Jiannian had lived for a week.

The wooden bed was covered with a thick mattress, and the dark blue quilt looked like it was brought from home. The mobile phone charging cable was placed beside the pillow, and a small suitcase stood beside the bed.On the table were a plastic thermos bottle, a box of tea, and her mobile phone.

Fu Jichen opened the tea box, put it to his nose and smelled it. It was not good tea.

He was a little thirsty, so he didn't pay attention. He put some tea leaves into the teapot, picked up the thermos bottle and poured boiling water into it. He washed the tea leaves, poured out the water, and poured boiling water into the teapot.

On the corridor outside the house, Shen Jianian rested his chin in one hand and held a brush in the other hand, poking the end of it on his cheek. He looked at the cat basking in the yard. The scene of Fu Jichen frightening the cat away when he first came in flashed through his mind.

She smiled and wrote two lines of words on the blank rice paper.

Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed Fu Jichen coming out of the wing. Shen Jia Nian hurriedly turned the paper over, with the back side facing up.However, the rice paper was too thin and the writing could be easily seen through the back of the paper. She picked up a stack of unused rice paper and covered it.

Her hurried movements were all seen by Fu Jichen. Without asking what she was hiding, he placed the teapot on the small round rattan mat on the table.

Hot steam comes out of the spout, and the fragrance of tea curls up.

Shen Jia Nian smelled the smell and seemed to remember something, and said to him: "The tea was brought from the temple. It may be old tea. You probably don't like it." He likes to collect tea leaves, and he may not be able to taste low-quality tea leaves.

"I know." Fu Jichen had already smelled it.

He took out a small teacup, returned to the room, washed it with boiling water, took it out, poured a cup of tea, took a sip, and relaxed his eyebrows a little.

Not because it tastes great, but because it quenches my thirst.

When Shen Jia Nian wasn't paying attention, he pulled out the bottom piece of rice paper from a stack of rice papers: "What were you writing just now? Why did I hide it as soon as I came here?" "Hey, pay me back!" Shen Jia Nian never expected that he would play raid. , reaching out to grab it back.

Fu Jichen raised his arm and made a feint, causing her to jump away. He turned around and raised the rice paper high, facing the light outside the eaves, and clearly saw the two lines of beautiful and regular small regular script on the paper.

He moved his thin lips lightly and read out: "Fu Sheng is deeply in love, but it makes Li Nu heartbroken."

Shen Jia Nian's face turned red and he fell back on the futon. He was too shy to look at his face and dug his fingers into the sawdust under the low table.

After a while, Fu Jichen raised his eyebrows, put down the rice paper as thin as cicada wings, looked at Shen Jia Nian who was blushing, and said with or without a smile: "Fu Sheng is referring to me? This is to say that I seem to be affectionate, but in fact I am ruthless. It will only break your heart."

Shen Jianian grabbed the rice paper on the table, crumpled it into a ball, and threw it at him: "Who asked you to rummage through other people's things without permission?"

Fu Jichen was holding the teacup in one hand and without even trying to dodge, the paper ball hit him in the chest and then fell to his lap.

Shen Jia Nian was ashamed and angry, but she couldn't do anything with him.

After finishing a cup of tea, Fu Jichen gently put down the teacup in his hand, picked up the ball of paper that fell on his lap, unfolded it little by little, put it on the table and smoothed it with his hands. The paper was full of wrinkles, but it did not affect the reading of the words on it.

"This is a poem written by a famous person. I'm really wronged." Fu Jichen sighed.

Shen Jianian just thought it was interesting, so he casually wrote down the scene of him driving away the cat, and slowly read it out of his mouth. It had no profound meaning, but it seemed to compare her to the "raccoon slave" in the poem.

With all her conscience, she really didn't think that much.

Fu Jichen really misunderstood. He rubbed the empty tea cup with his fingers, and his deep black eyes were like a spread net, trapping her: "You are not that stray cat, and I will not let you have a broken heart."

Shen Jia Nian's heart felt hot for a moment, but he did not refute, saying that those two lines of poetry actually had no other meaning.

"I'm going to find the abbot." Shen Jianian stood up with his hand on the edge of the table, took away a pile of copied Buddhist scriptures on the table, went back to the room, took out the ones he copied a few days ago, and stacked them together, "Wait for me here, soon. return."

Fu Jichen finished his second cup of tea and said, "I'll go with you."

Shen Jianian paused for a moment but did not reject him.

"Then wait for me a little longer." She thought for a moment and gave him the Buddhist scripture in her hand. "Help me take it. I'll pack my things first."

Shen Jia Nian returned to the wing, packed the things he had brought with him, and packed them into his suitcase. After meeting the abbot, he would come back, pick up his things, and leave.

After packing up, Shen Jia Nian took Fu Ji Chen through the bamboo forest. The stone road was relatively narrow and could only allow one person to pass. Shen Jia Nian was in front and Fu Ji Chen was behind.

She turned her head and spoke to him: "Isn't the scenery here very good? You didn't even go shopping last time I came here."

Fu Jichen smelled the fragrance of bamboo leaves, heard the chirping of birds, and felt the wind blowing from the forest. It was very refreshing and comfortable. He deeply agreed with her words: "It is really suitable for relaxing."

Shen Jia Nian stepped on one stone slab after another: "I have been really calm during the past few days I have lived in the temple."

"Then, do you want to be a nun?"

"no!"

While joking, the two came to the abbot's courtyard. Shen Jianian stopped and said to the man next to him, "Don't go in. The abbot doesn't like outsiders to disturb him."

Fu Jichen put it into his trousers pocket with one hand and stood at the door waiting for her.

Shen Jianian knocked on the door and announced his name. After receiving the answer, he pushed open one of the wooden doors, stepped inside, and handed the copied Buddhist scriptures to the abbot master, along with the scripture book taken from him.

"Will this relieve the worries about his life?" she asked cautiously.

The abbot looked at her and shook his head.

Shen Jianian really didn't understand: "Isn't it enough? I can write more."

"That's enough." The abbot simply said it more bluntly, "If I tell you, you will be frightened for half your life and have heart palpitations, and you won't regret it?"

I have been frightened for half my life, and my heart palpitations are incomprehensible.

What a heavy eight words.

Shen Jia Nian's heart felt like a thorn stuck in his heart. Every time his heart beat, the thorn pierced deeper, and the blood gradually disappeared from his face, becoming as pale as paper.

She looked at the abbot, her eyes determined, and said, "I have no regrets." As long as he saved his life, it didn't matter what she did.

The abbot sighed silently and waved his hand: "Go back and don't come back again."