When Shen Manzhi was at the airport, she had no interest in Du Pingsheng, whom she had only met once. She finally decided to give him a ride, just because this man was still looking for a Jiuqing Temple that few outsiders knew about in the middle of the night. She was indeed a little curious. . However, looking back now, Du Pingsheng was probably on the same flight as her, and the old man he mentioned must have happened something that caught him off guard in those few days, so he was anxious to arrange for Du Pingsheng to leave. But those few days, weren't there changes in Huaicheng's leadership circle?
So what is the reason that makes a middle-aged man who has lost his home and his spouse willing to leave the place where he has lived for more than ten years?
Shen Manzhi did not interrupt the man in front of him from reminiscing, but looked away after the other man reacted. "What's your last name, madam?" "Shen Manzhi." Du Pingsheng's eyes flashed slightly, "Shen...Shen family? Are you from Huaicheng?" Shen Manzhi nodded. He seemed to be thinking of something, and he was a little surprised, "Is it the daughter of the Shen family in Huaicheng?" Shen Manzhi took his reaction into his eyes, folded his arms and chuckled, "I used to be, but now I'm gone." Du Pingsheng didn't understand what she meant by "leaving", but he was sure that the person in front of him was from the Shen family in Huaicheng.
"May I ask," he said cautiously, "your mother..." Shen Manzhi heard the meaning of his pause and said calmly, "I passed away when I was three years old." "Feel sorry!" Suddenly there were other emotions in the man's criss-crossed eyes. Shen Manzhi couldn't see clearly, and there was a sourness in her heart. She said calmly, "Why did you suddenly mention my mother? Did you know her before?" Du Pingsheng raised his hand and rubbed his forehead, as if wiping away cold sweat. He blinked quickly, "Ah, this... the Shen family in Huaicheng, that wedding was quite grand. Your mother was very beautiful. She was invited to attend. The guests at the wedding caught a glimpse of her face when they were toasting, so I have always had an impression of her. Later, I heard that Mrs. Shen had picked up painting again, and the Peony Pavilion on the River was particularly famous. Coincidentally, my wife also studied Chinese painting, and we became familiar with each other. We often made appointments to go to calligraphy and painting classes together. Occasionally, when I went to pick up my wife, we would Mrs. Shen will chat for a few words. " He sighed softly, "It's just...maybe I'm jealous of the beauty, and I haven't heard from Mrs. Shen anymore." Talking about the deceased Zhan Yunqing, Shen Manzhi didn't look strange, "Do you remember... what kind of person she was before?" Du Pingsheng turned his head and glanced at her. The young woman in front of him was only in her twenties. Someone must have mentioned her deceased biological mother. His heart was somewhat shaken. It was reasonable to want to know more. After all, it had been twenty years. She was only three years old at the time, so it was normal for some of her memories to be blurred. "At that time, your parents should be regarded as a model couple from a wealthy family in Huaicheng. They loved each other very much..." When Du Pingsheng said this, he was immersed in memories and did not notice the cold look in Shen Manzhi's eyes, which was already a dull sarcasm. "Mrs. Shen is dignified and dignified outside, and has a relaxed manner in dealing with others. In front of Mr. Shen, she is as pitiful as a little girl. Their relationship was enviable to others at the time, but unfortunately later..." Du Pingsheng stopped, as if recalling something bad, his face became a little solemn. Shen Manzhi was slightly stunned, knowing that the "unfortunate" he meant was the car accident that led to Zhan Yunqing's death. But she didn't show it, and just asked, "What happened next?" Du Pingsheng's slightly opened mouth stopped again, his eyes were stunned for a moment, and then slowly regained his composure. He breathed a sigh of relief, "It's a pity... Later, your mother passed away, and Mr. Shen married his second wife in the same year. It was really disappointing." It’s a pity that those good stories once happened.” After that, he paid attention to Shen Manzhi's expression, and the latter just lowered his head and smiled self-deprecatingly, "So many people will say that living in the moment is the best, and we can't expect him to stay with my mother for the rest of his life, right? " Seeing Du Pingsheng's slightly surprised expression, Shen Manzhi did not reveal the obvious change in the tone of his previous sentence, but lazily curled his lips. "After all, there are very few men who can be as loyal as Mr. Du for a lifetime, but he is not."
He refers to Shen Duanwen. Shen Manzhi couldn't believe that someone could firmly choose another person for so long. Even with a living and infatuated man like Du Pingsheng in front of him, she was not touched at all. At most, she felt that he was a little different. Du Pingsheng was thinking about what to say to comfort the little girl in front of him, but he didn't expect that she had already seen through it. "Mr. Du, I have something to leave beforehand," Shen Manzhi said as he prepared to say goodbye. "I live nearby. If you need anything, just ask the concierge in front of you to send a message. I can also come down and chat with you." Du Pingsheng smiled happily and thought it was because he knew her mother, and his attitude also changed a lot. "Okay, but I may have to go back to Huaicheng soon." "Didn't that old man tell you to stay here?" Du Pingsheng waved his hand, "I'm alone. It doesn't matter where I go. I can't hinder him." After saying goodbye, Shen Manzhi turned around and walked out. He stepped out of the courtyard stairs and vaguely heard a low tone behind him. "You have grown so big. If Tangtang were still here, she would be this beautiful..." Shen Manzhi's back instantly stiffened, as if something crawled down his back, and he broke into a cold sweat. It wasn't until the courtyard door was completely closed, blocking Du Pingsheng's sight behind her, that her originally calm face turned cold and pale. He took out his cell phone and called Bai Hu. "Help me check someone, Du Pingsheng from Huaicheng, to find out the cause of his wife's death... He should have a daughter. In addition, find out which temple he has been in in the past ten years, and whether anyone has been spying on him, or Fund him.” "Copy that," Bai Hu was leaving the hotel where Shen Manzhi stayed that night. His burly figure attracted the attention of many people, "Ancestor, on the day we returned to the capital, we were blocked on the outskirts of Huaicheng. I found the person. Now you have Empty?" "You come to Jiuqing Temple to pick me up at noon, and we will go back to Huaicheng and we will talk on the way." Bai Hu was shocked, "Going back again?" "Well, let's go back to pick up the things. I won't drive this time. I'll buy a plane ticket and take the high-speed rail back in the evening." "Okay, call me." After hanging up the phone, Shen Manzhi also walked to the Bell Cauldron Tower. The meditating monk was as imperceptible as paraffin. He didn't stand up until the hour to stretch his muscles. Turning around, he saw a woman standing against a pillar. The monk put his hands together and saluted, "Senior Sister." "Arrange someone to help me look after the new middle-aged man in the west wing. He will stay close to him so that he won't be discovered." "clear." Shen Manzhi left Jiuqing Temple and looked at the time. At eleven o'clock, he could still rush to find Si Ji. Si Ke's residence is about ten minutes walk up the mountain, and the stone steps lead directly into the antique flower-scented courtyard. The begonias in the greenhouse grew particularly beautiful this year. Shen Manzhi thought of the begonias in the potted plants in the Qin family's old house, and a face flashed in his mind. She closed her eyes expressionlessly, walked along the corridor, and saw the front hall. The colors blend into the beauty of nature, and the decoration conforms to the high-luxury style. While the whole building appears natural and harmonious, it also reveals a cold feeling everywhere.
Si Dai was sitting in a wheelchair with a blanket on his legs, playing chess with himself. As soon as he landed the white piece, he seemed to feel something. He raised his eyes and looked at Shen Manzhi in the courtyard. As if waiting for her.