Snowy Night Kiss

Chapter 75: Women’s life value is never limited to marriage and family
The morning breeze is the most refreshing, but for some reason it has a kind of intoxicating smell. Perhaps the brandy is too strong, and the kiss makes them linger. In the end, Jian Yi is a little confused and thinks -
Perhaps compared to all those sensual pleasures, she was more obsessed with hugging Jin Yanchen when no one was around.

There was a rattan chair on the rooftop. Jian Yi sat on it with her long black hair sticking to her neck. Her eyes were half closed. Fatigue slowly came over her at this moment. She raised one foot and swayed on the rattan chair, squinting at Jin Yanchen.

The morning sun broke through the clouds at this time.

He was bathed in a brilliant light. Even the corners of his clothes blown by the wind had a refreshing scent. The particles floating in the air outlined his face. At that moment, Jian Yi felt that the light he was looking for had an arc.

She couldn't help but stretch out her hand, wanting to grab it, but it was still some distance away.

So she had to stretch her arms as far as she could, but was frustrated to find that there was always a distance between her and Jin Yanchen.

So, should we leave our comfort zone?

This question went around in her mind. On a rare sunny morning, Jian Yi sighed slightly, accepted her fate and decided to move on.

Her wrist was suddenly grabbed, and the man who had just been standing on the rooftop suddenly walked towards her against the light.

He walked gracefully and his posture was slow.

A light laugh escaped from his lips, and Jin Yanchen tapped her forehead with his fingertips, and asked jokingly, "Are you sleepy?"

Jian Yi blinked slowly.

She held his hand, caressing it and untied the string of agarwood beads from his wrist.

Jin Yanchen lowered his eyes and watched her movements, his expression still gentle.

When the plump and oily agarwood Buddhist beads slipped off his wrist, Jian Yi's breathing slowed down unconsciously.

Just like the Bible that the Holy Father reads day and night, at this moment, she took off Jin Yanchen's tight hoop.

Jian Yi asked softly: "Now can you tell me the story of this string of agarwood Buddhist beads?"

Regarding the origin of the agarwood Buddhist beads on Jin Yanchen's wrist, perhaps no one in Kyoto knows its origin.

Later, rumors spread that it was magical. Some said that Jin Yanchen worshipped a real god in the temple, so he was able to handle the situation in the Jin family with ease. A slightly more romantic rumor said that this string of agarwood beads was a token of love between him and his first love, and he regarded it as a treasure and wore it on his body for many years and refused to take it off.

In fact, this string of agarwood Buddhist beads originated in Hong Kong.

Hong Kong at that time was a prosperous city with peace and prosperity. There were European-style buildings with embossed gold everywhere. At night, the whole place was covered with gold, as if you had walked into an indestructible golden house.

That year, the Central Drama Troupe came here for a charity performance, the theme of which was to help girls in mountainous areas raise tuition fees.

Jin Yanchen's mother is a student at the Central Academy of Drama. She came to Hong Kong with the drama troupe. Her singing voice is not that good, but she is young and smart. She plans to return to the mainland to attend university after singing her last show.

Her family has been a group of scholars from the Jiangnan region for generations, but this generation has produced someone like her who doesn't follow the rules and likes to sing, dance and perform charity shows everywhere.

Her family had given her a strict order, allowing her to act up until she was eighteen. After that, she had to return to Jiangnan to study and go to school.

Who would have known that at a glance in the audience during the last scene, Jin Fengming was just a worker selling magazines on the streets of Hong Kong. The eldest lady fell in love with him at first sight and abandoned her hometown, spending a huge amount of money to bring him out of Hong Kong.

The rest of the story is very simple. After eighteen years of waiting in the cold kiln, she woke up one day and found that her husband was sleeping in someone else's bed. How could she be willing to accept this?

A fire burned down the Jin family's villa, and both children were buried in the flames. Her life was vivid and heroic. But the matter of atonement was left to Jin Yanchen.

One day, he happened to pass by a temple. The temple was dim with incense and few people came. He had no intention of going in, but looked up at the Maitreya Buddha. The Buddha looked kind, but the world was cruel.

He did not know right from wrong, but just couldn't understand why all the injustices fell into his hands.

"When I was young, I met a master who said that I had too strong a desire to kill. He was afraid that I would be burdened by my emotions, so he gave me this pearl and asked me to serve it day and night to cultivate my body and mind."

Jin Yanchen smiled slightly, his eyes seemed inexplicably distant, and it seemed as if he was talking about something completely unrelated.

Jian Yi holds the Buddhist beads in her palm. Buddhism says that people suffer from seven kinds of suffering: love, separation, and failure to obtain what they desire.

Seven Buddhist beads were strung into shackles, locking up his desires forever.

"What if... I take it off?"

This question is too vague, and perhaps there are other answers hidden.

Her rosy lips were close to him, Jin Yanchen's Adam's apple rolled, he put his hand on her face, and his voice was hoarse.

"Then you can't be a saint." Daybreak came and the party ended.

When he was going downstairs, Mr. Huang, who was used by Jin Yanchen to lie, came hurriedly. As soon as they met, they greeted each other, "I heard that Mr. Jin just came to see me?"

Jin Yanchen smiled faintly and said nothing, appearing calm and composed on the surface.

Only Jian Yi felt ashamed and angry as if her lie had been exposed. She thought that she and Jin Yanchen went in and out together, and anyone with a discerning eye would probably know what they had done.

Mr. Huang is from Hong Kong and speaks authentic Cantonese.

Jin Yanchen also spoke Cantonese when he spoke to him. He introduced, "Jian Yi, she's my girlfriend."

Mr. Huang held out his hand: "Nice to meet you, Miss Jane."

Jin Yanchen said: "This Mr. Huang is very famous in the entertainment industry. He has promoted many Hong Kong movie stars who came to the mainland."

Mr. Huang kept saying "where?", trying to figure out what he meant. Suddenly, his mind cleared up and he clapped his hands and said, "Could it be that Miss Jian wants to enter the entertainment industry?"

Mr. Huang looked at it carefully.

This girl has a nice name and is pretty, but not in the traditional sense of the world. She always has a dignified and otherworldly temperament, with a bit of aggressive beauty.

Mr. Huang obviously misunderstood.

Jian Yi's heart skipped a beat, and just as she was about to decline, she heard Jin Yanchen continue, "She is still studying in Kyoto, studying business."

It has a strong connotation of recommendation.

Mr. Huang realized that he had said something wrong. He had been in the world of romance for too long and subconsciously thought that his girlfriend was just a female companion, a fleeting relationship. He didn't know that he had misunderstood. It seemed that Miss Jian was an extraordinary person.

So he quickly said, "Okay, my company's finance department is always short of people. Miss Jian, if you don't mind, come and help me take care of it?"

Jin Yanchen smiled and said thank you. After the two business cards were exchanged, Jian Yi was still a little dizzy when he left.

Since he asked her to come here, he would definitely not let her return empty-handed.

The gold-painted business card felt light in her hand. Jian Yi lowered her eyelashes and suddenly said, "You called me here to help you build a bridge?"

"Not entirely." Jin Yanchen looked down at her, "It's just a small favor. I hope your future path will be smoother."

Later is a very distant word.

It was so far away that Jian Yi never dared to think about it.

There was a cowardly little person living in her heart, telling her to live day by day and never think about the future.

She had gone too deep and too far on the road of Jin Yanchen, so far that she could not look back, nor could she think about what the future would be like without Jin Yanchen.

Jian Yi stopped and looked up at him seriously, "What about you? What do you hope I will be like in the future?"

She asked this question very directly.

She was asking Jin Yanchen, what about you, what do you like about me?

Jin Yanchen stood in front of her.

He subconsciously stood in front of Jian Yi, leaning sideways to block the wind for her, and took out an LV cashmere scarf from the car and tied it around her. He made sure that she would not catch a cold before he began to answer her questions.

"I want you to be you."

Jin Yanchen said: "She is not Jian Chengfeng's daughter, nor is she my girlfriend, Jin Yanchen."

Jian Yi was very surprised and looked up, with an expression of confusion on her face as she did not fully understand what he said.

In the cold wind, her ears were frozen red, like plump, crystal clear, crisp persimmons. Jin Yanchen smiled and pinched her ears, saying gently, "I think the value of a woman's life has never been limited to marriage and family. What I mean is that you don't have to trap yourself in a certain identity. You have your own path in life to follow."

"I don't really want to interfere with your life path. All the choices are in your hands. No matter what path you want to take and what kind of person you want to become, I will support you."

(End of this chapter)