Rose Manor

Shen Jianian slowly walked out of the courtyard step by step, looking dazed and a little dazed.

Fu Jichen glanced at the abbot in the courtyard, frowned slightly, held Shen Jianian's hand and asked, "What did the abbot tell you?"

Being far away, he couldn't hear the content of their conversation. He could only infer from Shen Jianian's expression that she heard something bad.

Shen Jianian's eyes moved to his face, and in her mind were still the eight words the abbot left for her: half a lifetime of fear and unexplainable heart palpitations.

Fu Jichen touched her forehead with his palm, feeling cold: "Don't let that old monk fool you. I have donated so much incense money, but he doesn't know what to say."

After all, he cared about the results of the last fortune-telling. After returning home, he asked Song Fang to donate a sum of incense money to Tanfu Temple in his name.

That money is enough to reshape the golden body of the Buddha statue in the Mahavira Hall.

For the sake of the incense, Buddha should also bless him with a happy married life and grow old with his beloved.

Shen Jianian calmed down and patted him on the arm: "Buddhist Holy Land, you are not allowed to talk nonsense."

Fu Jichen saw that her face looked better and felt relieved. His dark eyes were dyed with a smile: "Have you really become a little nun?"

Shen Jia Nian glanced at him, and barely curled up his lips with a faint arc. Because his heart was filled with gloom, his smile did not look cheerful.

The two of them walked on the stone road they came from, with Fu Jichen still behind them, staring closely at the slender figure in front of them.

Walking back to the courtyard where Shen Jianian lived, Fu Jichen patted her arm: "Check again to see if there is anything missing. I'll go out and smoke a cigarette. See you later."

With that said, he turned around and went out.

Shen Jia Nian remembered that smoking was prohibited here, and when he was about to remind him, Fu Jichen was no longer in the yard.

Fu Jichen remembered the road he had just walked through very clearly. His steps were big and fast, and his steps were windy.

When he arrived at the abbot's residence, he was not as cautious as Shen Jia Nian, so he knocked on the door symbolically and walked straight in.

The abbot squatted in the ditch between two vegetable fields and pulled weeds. His wrinkled hands were covered with soil. He looked back when he heard the sound.

"Master Abbot, excuse me." Fu Jichen said straight to the point, "I want to know, what did you say to my girlfriend?"

The abbot turned his back to him and let out a long sigh. He had lived for more than seventy years, and the loess was almost buried up to his neck. He had never seen such a pair of good men and women, one more stubborn than the other.

It was also his fault. He shouldn't have made an exception to tell his fortune before, which led to the following things.

The abbot threw away a handful of weeds in his hand, stood up, and turned to look at him, with a face full of compassion for the world: "She was thinking about how to help you get rid of the disaster, but she didn't know that she was also destined to have a disaster. Everything in the world will be destroyed. It’s a given, it’s useless for you to come to me. Let’s all go, let’s all go, and don’t come back again.”

The abbot clasped his hands behind his back, fearing that he would be called to his door again, so he called a young novice monk in front of Fu Jichen and told him that he would be in seclusion for the next month and would not have any visitors.

Fu Jichen left, thinking about the abbot's words all the way, and returned the same way.

Shen Jianian took out the suitcase and placed it under the eaves outside the wing. There was also a quilt in the luggage bag, and she had a small bag slung across her body.

Fu Jichen walked over. Shen Jianian didn't smell smoke on him, but reminded him: "You can't smoke in the temple. I just forgot to tell you."

"I know, I didn't smoke, I went out for a walk."

Fu Jichen always kept his emotions secretive, and his emotions were not as explicit as Shen Jia Nian's. Even if his heart was stirred by the abbot's words, he didn't show it on his face. *
Returning to Yunding Palace from Tanfu Temple, Shen Jia Nian felt as if he was in another world.

Fu Jichen did not go to the company, but changed into home clothes and watched movies with Shen Jia Nian at home.He held the person between his chest and arms, looking at the scenes in the movie, thinking about something.

Shen Jianian nestled in his arms in a comfortable position, wearing a warm sweater and knitted pants, thick socks on her feet, and holding a pack of plums in her hand.

She rarely eats snacks, but Aunt Cheng always brings her some snacks, candies, potato chips, biscuits and the like every time she goes to the supermarket to buy ingredients.

Shen Jianian's lips curled up. Fu Jichen saw it from the corner of his eye, leaned over and pulled two tissues from the coffee table, and handed them to her lips. He didn't deliberately look at her the whole time, but he knew what she was going to do.

She was stunned for a moment and spat out the words in her mouth into a tissue.

Shen Jianian picked up another one from the bag, stuffed it into her mouth and ate it slowly. She liked the sweet and sour taste very much, and couldn't stop eating. She finished most of the bag in a short time.

Fu Jichen held her hand and took the plum bag from her hand with the other hand: "I see you have eaten a lot. If you eat any more, your stomach will not be able to bear it."

Shen Jianian still had one in his mouth and spoke in a slurred voice: "You'll know after you try it. It's really delicious."

When Fu Jichen heard this, he lowered his eyes and looked at her. He suddenly pinched her chin and lifted it up. At the same time, he pressed his thin lips down and kissed her deeply.

The words in Shen Jianian's mouth disappeared.

The next second, Fu Jichen retreated, his brows furrowed, and his handsome face wrinkled.

Shen Jianian had never seen such a vivid expression on his face. It was more interesting than sucking up the brown sugar pearls when he was drinking milk tea, and he couldn't help laughing.

Fu Jichen spat out the words in his mouth: "Can this thing be eaten? It's so sour that my cheeks hurt."

"It's not that exaggerated. I think it's okay."

Shen Jianian took advantage of him not paying attention and snatched it back from his hand. Seeing that there were only three or four plum blossoms left in the bag, she poured them all into her mouth, her cheeks bulging.

Just watching her eat, Fu Jichen couldn't help but salivate in his mouth. He tightened his arms around her waist, pinched her bulging cheeks, and said helplessly: "Why are you acting like a child and not letting you eat?" Just be playful."

Cheng Jin came over and saw the two of them sitting on the sofa, hugging each other in an intimate posture, and said softly: "Dinner is ready."

Shen Jia Nian was a little shy, so she broke out of Fu Jichen's arms, put on her slippers, spit out the few uneaten Chinese plums in her mouth into the trash can, turned to look at Fu Jichen, and said silently: That's enough.

Fu Jichen laughed and went to the restaurant with her to eat.

Knowing that she had been eating light vegetarian meals during the week she stayed at Tanfu Temple, he specifically told Cheng Jin before dinner that when the chef came over, he would ask him to cook more meat dishes to supplement her meal.

Shen Jianian sat down opposite and looked at the chicken, duck and fish on the table, not really appetizing.

"Why, you're used to vegetarian meals, and you don't like eating these anymore?" Fu Jichen looked at her disinterest and asked.

It was impossible for Shen Jia Nian to be picky about the results of other people's hard work. She shook her head and said, "No, I just don't know which dish to eat first."

Fu Jichen gave her a chicken drumstick: "Eat the chicken first, and drink some soup later."

Shen Jianian slightly curved her lips towards him, took a bite of chicken drumstick, and just swallowed it, her face suddenly changed, she put down her chopsticks and rushed to the bathroom, holding on to the sink and vomited it out.