Chapter 50 The tired bird returns to the forest
Climbing up the stone steps and halfway up the mountain, the abbot said goodbye with his hands.
Shen Manzhi carried a volume of documents given by the abbot and continued walking up the mountain until she looked up and saw a villa built next to the mountain. She opened the wooden door of the courtyard and went in.
The bird in the cage was probably frightened and began to chirp. The clear water from the mountain spring in the courtyard formed a pond. The dead branches and trees were covered with frost, making it quiet, cold and damp.
She picked up the colorful feather bird stick beside her. The cute and round white-rumped red-crested bird calmed down and jumped twice while staring at the feathers.
She placed it on the birdcage and swayed it casually for a few times, then spoke like an old acquaintance, "Your wife went out to look for wild food without you?"
"Tsk," Shen Manzhi put down the feather stick and fed it a small amount of grain, "Next time, remember to fly together."
"Don't teach my bird bad words!"
A rich voice came from behind, and Shen Manzhi straightened up and turned sideways.
The half-hundred-year-old man came out of the room in a dark Chinese tunic suit, with a white beard, raised his eyebrows, and expressed his dissatisfaction, "You let that green-gold wing go last year, but now it's like a wandering child that won't come home." .”
He made insinuations, and Shen Man knew he shouldn't.
She was wearing thin clothes, and her shoulders were covered with a thin layer of snow. The old man turned around and went in with his hands behind his hands, "Come in, it's cold outside."
There is a stove in the room, which is as warm as spring. There is a pot of spring water on the stove to brew the best Longjing.
There are two cups of tea on the small mahogany table sitting on the floor.
Shen Manzhi paused slightly, "Are there any guests?"
"Been walking for a while."
Mr. Tang lit a pinch of sandalwood to cover up the other smells. When he saw the gauze on the corner of her forehead, he said, "You're not going to sleep and roll out of bed, are you?"
Shen Manzhi sniffed lightly, and there was a very light smell of pine and cypress mixed with woody fragrance in the house, which was quite refreshing.
She didn't hide it, "There was a fight."
"There is news about you on the intranet. Who have you hired to kill someone?"
"Used to save lives."
He looked at her fearless expression and smiled lightly, not reaching his eyes, "You'd better be."
She sat down and spread out the bamboo scroll in her hand, "Master, there is something I don't understand."
Mr. Tang took away the tea cup in front of her and poured another cup. "It's rare that there is anything you can't understand."
"The Buddha said, He who sows his cause must eat his fruit."
Her thin white fingers landed on the bamboo slip, she raised her eyes and whispered, "I will end the cause planted in me myself, why not?"
"Good deeds and evil deeds will be repaid by heaven. If you go and reap the consequences, you will sow the seeds of others. When will retribution be repaid?"
She chuckled, "That's not what you taught me back then."
Mr. Tang knew what she meant, "Buddha only advises people who have a bottom line."
Shen Manzhi held the cup and took a sip of tea, "Damn people have no bottom line, why should I?"
The tea was good, but she couldn't taste it and drank it all in one gulp.
He picked up the book and stood up, caressing his hair by his ears. His peach blossom eyes were half-opened, and he walked to the back hall. His body under the plain clothes was thin but upright.
Mr. Tang looked away, lowered his eyes to drink tea, and there was a hint of melancholy in his eyes.
After a while, he stood up and walked to the side hall, walked around behind the screen with the red-crowned crane, and sighed, "It's too extreme and I can't control it."
The young man behind the screen sits cross-legged, with a string of small purple sandalwood beads wrapped around his wrist like mutton-fat white jade. The color is beautiful and smooth. He holds a wide mink fur sleeve in his left hand and is carefully grinding the ink.
Looking out the carved wooden window at the green mountains and white snow, the green golden wings circled twice and then landed on a red plum outside the window.
The man's voice is clear and ethereal, like the ice-clear spring water in the mountain. "The tired bird returns to the forest at dusk, and the floating clouds return to the mountain in clear weather."
There is only one way to go, and I don’t know how to return.
His tone was calm, "She can't find her destination, how can she be taken care of?"
Mr. Tang was puzzled, "Even if you don't want to keep her in Linjiang, why don't you give her the contact information? It's not like she's going to deal with Sanquan single-handedly now."
The man paused slightly, and the ink in the inkstone was thick, like the emotion that could not be resolved in his eyes. He ignored the first question and said, "She won't ask me for help with personal matters."
Mr. Tang took the inkstone that the man had polished and walked a few steps outside. He couldn't help but say, "Are you really not going to help?"
The man flicked his sleeves, and the green bird landed on the desk and tilted its head curiously, "You are too young, you have to suffer."
In the back hall of the courtyard, the calligraphy written on the edge of the bookcase like a startling dragon leaps out from the paper and is scattered all over the floor.
Shen Manzhi was copying scriptures, but his heart was not at peace.
The bamboo slips were placed on the left side, and Mr. Tang replaced the inkstone in his hand. "If your heart is not calm, Buddha will not bless you."
She lowered her head to copy and wrote in a unique style of writing, "Sincerity leads to wisdom."
Really couldn't bear to read her words, he turned sideways and looked out the window, "You are always too casual, you have no bottom line in doing things, and you easily fall into the abyss."
"Well," Shen Manzhi spread out a new piece of rice paper and raised his hand to dip his pen in ink, "that's why I came to confess in advance."
"..."
Too lazy to care, Mr. Tang left with his hands behind his back. When he reached the door, he turned around and looked at the plain and obedient people in the hall. He said in a deep voice, "Don't see any blood. It's too sad."
Shen Manzhi's expression slightly condensed, and he continued to copy the next line.
There is no snow in Huaicheng in winter, but it is colder than in the north, biting to the skin.
As soon as Shen Manzhi got off the plane, she received a message from Qin Yanfeng, asking her to remember to go back to Lanwan Seaview Community to apply for medicine.
She recognized the medicine in the small jade porcelain bottle placed on the bedside that day. Si Dai had given her a also doesn't like having scars on her body, it's unsightly.
Take a taxi directly from the airport. The community has access control. Qin Yanfeng asked her to tell the security room her name and get the key. She had already noted it.
"Ah, Mrs. Qin, right?" The young and handsome security guard stuck his head out and gave her the key, "Mr. Qin specifically asked you to take a personal photo so that you can go back and forth more easily in the future."
Shen Manzhi raised his eyebrows and took the key, "Thank you, I will record it next time when I have time."
She didn't rush up and called back, but the man didn't answer.
[Innocent Young Master: We are in a meeting. 】
[Shen Manzhi: Why did you give me the key? 】
The other person didn't reply for a long time. Shen Manzhi leaned against the door of the security room and looked at the man's profile picture. It was the silly cat who bullied the weak and was afraid of the strong.
He wanted to say when he was free, she would come again.
[Innocent Young Master: Wedding Room]
She was silent for a long time and replied "OK".
One staircase leads to the top floor, and there is no one there.
She touched the switch at the entrance and looked at a cat pacing towards the door.
Shen Manzhi opened the door and looked around. The cold home decoration was in line with the man's temperament, distant and cold.
The room was covered with cashmere carpet. She opened the shoe cabinet and found a pair of unopened pink slippers with a rabbit head on them.
Shen Manzhi frowned, glanced at the toothy cat that came to her, walked around it, took out her slippers, "Go aside."
He just yelled twice in dissatisfaction and followed the woman into the living room.
She remembered the room she slept in that day, but there was no bottle of medicine beside the bed.
The news about Qin Yanfeng came in time.
[Innocent Young Master: Auntie has put the medicine in the cabinet in the room. Look for it. 】
There were no other personal belongings in this room. Qin Yanfeng said it was a wedding room, so it must have been a room reserved for her.
She searched around, only to follow her around, but she didn't find it.
Forget it, let's talk about it tomorrow.
Shen Manzhi was about to walk out when there was the sound of things falling behind him, and first aid items were scattered on the ground.
She looked at the "perpetrator".
He was so frightened that he jumped to the other side of the cabinet and looked at the mess on the ground. His eyes were very innocent. His tail hung behind him and he sat elegantly, "Meow~"
Qin Yanfeng came back just in time, and Shen Manzhi just returned the things to their original places. The alcohol bottle broke and took a while.
He just hurriedly ran to the man's feet and meowed for comfort.
Shen Manzhi felt a little embarrassed and timid.
Qin Yanfeng changed his shoes, picked up the shoe and rubbed it along his back twice, then looked at the woman, "Are you in a hurry tonight?"
"No."
"Wait for me for a while, I'll look for you."
After that, he put down the cat and went to the guest room.
He just raised his forelimbs and licked them, and suddenly his eyes froze, staring at the rabbit heads on the woman's feet as she walked.
As soon as Shen Manzhi sat down, he jumped on her shoes and touched the rabbit's head.
Naturally, Qin Yanfeng didn't find it either, so he called the nanny.
"Sir, it's in the locker in the living room. I packed it up and took it out that night."
The man looked back at the person on the sofa and whispered, "I know."
Qin Yanfeng approached a small jade porcelain vase and gave it to her, smelling the faint scent of incense on the woman's body.
Shen Manzhi took it and thanked her. This bottle of medicine was extremely precious and she couldn't bring it back. She was going to the guest room to apply the medicine.
The man said calmly, "You went to burn incense?"
Shen Manzhi picked up the slippers from his mouth and said casually, "Well, I pray to Buddha for peace."
"It's inconvenient because there are no clothes here. You can go back and take a shower before applying medicine."
Her hand holding the medicine was slightly stunned.
Qin Yanfeng glanced at the injury on her forehead and said, "Is it okay to have a physical examination tomorrow?"
"No problem, it's all trauma."
He took the car keys and said, "I'll take you back."
Shen Manzhi refused, "No, see you tomorrow. Thank you for the medicine."
The door was closed, and he just looked at the entrance, meowed twice, and then ran back to roll at the man's feet.
Zhou Mi's call came in, "What's going on? You ran away in the middle of the meeting?"
"I am busy."
He didn't say much, picked her up and walked to the guest room with an indifferent expression, "Help me make an appointment with Sanquan."
(End of this chapter)