Chapter 383: The Cost of Saving Wen Man, Was This?!
ility of that is very low, right It has nothing to do with the piano. It was just a coincidence."Wen Man hummed softly, her gaze fixed intently on the elegant man on the screen.Bai Wei complained: "If...He lightly patted her hand.
He said softly, "That day I made a vow to the Buddha, and now is the time to fulfill it!"
Wen Man didn't know what to say for a moment.
At this time, Ho Chin-tung came over.
He said to his son, "Let's begin!"
Huo Shaoting let Wen Man sit aside, and he followed Huo Zhending over. A large crowd of men and women from the Huo family, young and old, pressed together in a dense mass. Under the guidance of the host, they performed three bows with nine kowtows.
Especially Ho Shao-ting.
He, a product of Western education and an elite, was offering incense to the Huo family ancestors with utmost solemnity.
Gu Changqing's longevity lock, he also offered incense to it.
Master Qing swiftly placed the water in front of the ancient Buddha lamp, stared at it for a moment in silence, and whispered: "If Master Gu still has a wisp of soul in this world, they should be at peace now."
Ho Shao-ting clasped his hands together.
At this moment, he felt no jealousy towards Gu Changqing, only sincere well wishes.
……
By the time it was over, it was already four o'clock in the afternoon.
Ho Shaoting met with Master QingShui alone, accompanied by Wen Man.
Ancient Zen room.
Master Qing Shui's eyes, sharp and knowing, fell upon Wen Man and her burgeoning belly. "Very good!" he declared.
Wen Man smiled faintly.
In private, Master Qing Shui is very easygoing and doesn't mind his words.
He smiled and said, "I have seen all sorts of things in the mortal world, but rarely have I met a man as persistent as Master Huo. Perhaps Master Huo moved heaven that night!"
He didn't say much else, only asking them to drink tea.
The young apprentice offered tea.
Master Qing said: "This is made from snow water boiled on pine branches, it's called Xue Ding Han Cui, try some."
Ho Shao-ting took a small taste and found it quite good.
Master Ching Shui sat cross-legged, gazing at the setting sun hanging between the mountains through the paper windowpanes.
"The sun sets in the west, and dusk is also so beautiful."
Ho Shaoting agreed.
Master Qing Shui smiled faintly and made a gesture: "Please return, Master Huo!"
Huo Shaoqing helped Wen Man up.
He bowed slightly. "Forgive the interruption, Master."
Master Qing Shui remained silent.
Ho Shaoting said no more. He took Wen Man and left. As they walked out, the setting sun was like fire, burning the crimson clouds at the horizon...
Within a Zen chamber.
Master Qing Shui remained motionless, only his expression revealing a hint of change.
The little apprentice lay on the ground, sobbing: "Master, why do you go against heaven and change fate"
The young apprentice continued to cry, refusing to be consoled.
Master Qing Shui gazed at the setting sun with his eyes, and slowly said: "Life is about cause and effect! My karmic debts are not yet cleansed, so it's reasonable to have such a situation. Hui Ming... Do you know Seeing Master Huo reminds me of my younger self. However, I fled for love, which isn't any better than Master Huo."
A trace of relief appeared on the master's face.
He wasn't helping Herr Hosch, he was just looking for a way out!
The ancient temple bell rings!
The Huo family was going down the mountain when they heard a sound...
Ho Zhendong and Ho Shaoting glanced at each other, guessing the reason. They rushed back to the temple, and the young apprentice relayed the last words from Master Qinghui.
"The master said, he wanted to thank Mr. Ho."
The Hòu family was stunned.
……
Coming home, my mood was still damp.
Ho Shaoting was smoking in his study.
Wen Man knew he was in a bad mood, so she made his favorite dish and brought it over.
The cigarette was taken from her.
Ho Shao-ting slowly raised his eyes, gazing at her and saying softly, "Master probably guessed the outcome before helping me."
Wen Man's heart ached too.
She walked over and gently embraced Huo Shaoting in her arms.
He rarely felt this vulnerable, and he wasn't accustomed to showing weakness in front of his wife, but today was an exception.
"Shaoting."
Wen Man spoke in a low voice: "I guess the master has an uncrossable hurdle in his heart, accumulated for many years. He is in a Buddhist temple but his heart is in Taoyuan, he is actually trapped."
She choked back tears: "I imagine, Master, that you too had a beloved in your youth."
He wrapped his arms around her waist.
Wen Man held his handsome face, kissing him and saying: "Shaoting, I'm just as miserable as you! But the meaning of our lives should be to live a better life, otherwise wouldn't that be betraying the master's intentions"
Ho Shao-ting mumbled, "In the past, I didn't know you would comfort people this way! Teacher Wen, your words are all set in stone, underestimating her!"
Wen Man gently caressed his warm neck and said softly, "Eat something, you haven't had anything all day! And does your leg hurt"
Ho Shao-ting shook his head.
He said he wasn't in pain.
But Wen Man knew, his legs, how many had fallen ill in the snowy night last time.
She wanted to rub his shoulders.
Ho Shaoting refused, looking at Wen Man. "In the past, I was very bad and made you unable to be a pianist anymore. Now my leg is also having problems, so just consider this as compensation from me."
Wen Man was a little angry.
He didn't care about his leg injury. Did he think that way
"Ho Shaoting, I don't want this kind of compensation from you! You are my husband, the father of four children, with your leg injured, what can you use to hold me and the children"
Huo Shaoting stared intently.
Wen Man leaned against his leg, whispering softly, "I really don't want this kind of compensation! Besides worrying about your pain, what else can I get Huo Shaoting, a strategy of feigning injury isn't played like this!"
Ho Shao-ting spoke, his voice hoarse.
He whispered, "Wen Man, I'm afraid you won't be happy."
He recovered his memory, and he wasn't sure if their feelings were still the same in Wen Man's heart. So he... used a ruse, but Wen Man saw through it easily.
"Mrs. Huo, you are too clever."
Wen Man didn't say much.
She just leaned softly against him, whispering softly, "Ho Shaoting, I hope that when we grow old, there won't be the same regret as Master Qing Shui! Every year, every month, every day, as long as we love each other, let's express it well."
How touched Huo Shaoting was.
He said ok.
Wen Man let him finish his supper, and then prepared to give him a hot compress.
Ho Shaoting originally wanted to make a joke with her, but the passing of Master Qing Shui weighed heavily on his heart. In the end, he gave a faint smile...
When night fell, Wen Man went to sleep.
Ho Shao-ting took out a photo from the drawer.
Looks like Wen Man, but it isn't.
That was a young girl many years ago, very bright and beautiful. Upon closer inspection, she was clearly Old Mrs. Lu from City C.
Lu Qian and Lu Xiaoman's mother.
Under the yellow lamplight, Huo Shaoting looked at the photo for a long time, flipping it over.
There is a line of small text above.
A beautiful woman is like a dream, so alluring.
That night, Master Qing Shui agreed to help but also asked Huo Shao Ting to do him a favor.
He asked Huo Shaoting to return the photos to the person in City C. Master Qing Shui said again that he owed a debt to someone, and now saving Wen Man was just repaying the karmic debt from his youth...
Ho Shao-ting thought he should take a trip to city C.
He didn't intend to let Wen Man know about this, just as Master Qing Shui had wished, letting the past be like the wind.
As night fell, Huo Shaoting returned to the bedroom.
Wen Man had not fallen asleep.
He walked to the bed and leaned down, kissing her forehead: "Why aren't you asleep yet"
Wen Man gently hugged him, murmuring: "Ho Shaoting, I'm afraid. I'm afraid this is a dream! Wake up, you're not by my side."drove into the villa.As she opened the car door, a flicker of hesitation crossed her face. She looked at Zhang Chongguang and said softly, "Zhang Chongguang, look, Lu Shuo and Lu Xun, even though the...