Chapter 55

"The roast duck in fuxiangzhai really deserves its reputation." Tao Xingxing covered his round belly and looked satisfied.

When they walked out of the gate of fuxiangzhai, Tao Xingxing's small face collapsed in an instant.

"Tomorrow morning, I'm sure to gain five kilograms. It's over, it's over..."

She looked at the mirror around her and hummed, "I invited you to eat roast duck. As a result, you drank water next to it all the way. You were indifferent to such delicious roast duck. No wonder you are so thin. This concentration is very human."

Mingjing said, "I don't eat dinner because I lose weight."

"Why is that?" Tao Xingxing suddenly thought of the rumor that Mingjing grew up in a nunnery.

She was a little distressed: "but haven't you returned to vulgarity? It's okay to eat some."

Mingjing said with a faint smile: "I have formed a habit over the years. Besides, I'm not poor enough to have the desire to eat."

Tao Xingxing looked at her and suddenly felt ashamed. He soon pursed his lips and smiled.

"You are really a fairy. You can be full by drinking dew. I'm different. My wish is to eat delicious food all over the world."

Mingjing raised his eyebrow: "aren't you afraid of being fat?"

"Who says I'm fat? Obviously I'm plump. My sister wants a chest and a butt. It's a modern aesthetic deformity. If I were born in the Tang Dynasty, imperial concubine Yang would have to stand aside."

Mingjing smiled and nodded: "confident women are the most beautiful."

When they walked out of the mall, it was dark. Tao Xingxing said, "Mingjing, how do you go back?"

"It's still early. Take the subway."

"My mother is just entertaining nearby. Come and pick me up right away, or I'll let my mother see you off. There must be a lot of people on the subway so late."

Mingjing smiled and shook his head: "no, one south and one north. It's too much time for you."

While talking, a black Audi stopped across the road, the driver's window fell, and a middle-aged woman with exquisite makeup waved here.

Tao Xingxing said to Mingjing, "my mother has come to pick me up. I'll go first. Send me a message when you get home."

"Well, you go quickly."

Tao Xingxing waved and ran through the traffic, opened the back door and got in.

The woman's eyes crossed the turbulent traffic and the boundless night and looked at the mirror.

Quickly raise the window, start the car to leave and disappear into the traffic.

Mingjing stood there and blew for a while, turned and walked slowly towards the subway entrance.

"Star, is that your classmate?" Wu Jiaqi asked while driving.

Tao Xingxing quickly switched his fingers on the mobile phone screen and went to the extreme. He said without raising his head: "yes, she is the real daughter of Zhu family."

Wu Jiaqi was stunned: "I wish my family a real daughter? Does she have a good relationship with you?"

"Of course, Mingjing is very excellent. She was the first in the whole grade in the last month's exam and had a fierce fight. You don't know that a woman bullied me when shopping this afternoon. As soon as Mingjing shot, the other party rolled away, but she was so handsome..." As soon as I mentioned the mirror, Tao Xingxing started the chattering mode again, and didn't even play the game.

"Really? The boy is really good."

"But it's so late. Didn't Zhu's family send a driver to pick her up?"

"Hey, don't mention it. Her parents are eccentric. They only have the fake daughter in their eyes, but I don't want to see the mirror."

"The child is very poor. Since he is your good friend, he will invite her to dinner at home when he has time."

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Near the business district, it is very lively at night. Lights are bright everywhere and the flow of people is like weaving, which is more lively than during the day.

The sad sound of Erhu came faintly, incompatible with this noisy city.

The mirror saw many people around the square not far away, and the sound of Erhu came from the crowd.

Mingjing walked past, surrounded by many people. A uncle in his 70s sat on the ground, closing his eyes and playing the erhu selflessly.

The box in front of me was opened, and there were scattered piles of change, including fifty cents and a five yuan note.

It's not the first time to listen to Erquan yingyue and Mingjing. She once listened to famous artists perform live at the National Grand Theatre. Her skills have reached the realm of perfection, but such perfection is only exquisite works of art after all.

The lonely old man sat on the street late at night. His skills were not so exquisite, and even made mistakes in several places, but... After looking through the mirror, many people had red eyes, and a woman even cried.

When I was low, my heart was sad, and the excited place was indignant and pathetic. Finally, I returned to peace, and I was open-minded and relieved of life. Fate rewarded me with pain, but I rewarded it with song.

What can really touch the soul is the personal experience. Those who cry bitterly, those who struggle, those who suffer from the piercing pain of the heart every night, can sit here and talk about the past.

The listener is reminded of the past, or empathy, or immersive, while the initiator is calm like a Wang Qingquan.

The last ending fell, and all around he was sobbing. The old man opened his eyes with blue and white eyes and no focal length. He was very scary in the night.

Everyone couldn't help exclaiming that he was blind.

I can't help feeling more sympathetic.

At this time, even cold-blooded people are embarrassed to turn around and leave, but in modern society, who still carries cash and doesn't touch a dime all over the body. If you want to pay by mobile phone, the other party doesn't have a QR code. When the mood fades a little, the impulse to donate money disappears.

Occasionally, several older people took out their change and still put it in the box.

In this impetuous modern society, people's emotions come and go quickly, and soon the onlookers are clean.

There were only two people left alone.

An old man playing erhu and a tall and thin young man stood and sat one by one. Their figure was pulled out by the street lamp.

Mingjing turned to the convenience store across the road and came out with a bag in his hand.

The old man stood up trembling, wrapped his erhu and was about to leave.

The blind old man's hearing is different from that of ordinary people. He hears the sound of footsteps near his eyes, stops and listens carefully.

He heard the noise of the plastic bag and put it at his feet.

A gentle young female voice fell in her ear: "if you want to know the cause of the previous life, the recipient of this life is, and if you want to know the fruit of the next life, the author of this life is."

What determines the fate of one's life?

In fact, even the Buddha could not understand.

Buddhism has the theory of cause and effect reincarnation. You owe your sins in this life to your previous life. When you practice and understand, you will be free.

But for the people struggling at the bottom of the world, it's too far away. The next meal of food and clothing is practical.

The old man's lips wriggled. After a long time, his voice said hoarsely, "I don't understand any big truth. After living all my life, I've seen all the human feelings and tasted all the ups and downs. I don't believe in previous lives and this life. I just need to live well. I'll be satisfied if I have a meal, a bed to sleep, bask in the sun and pull the erhu every day."

The wrinkled face showed a childlike smile.

"Many people pity me and hate me. They think I'm a blind and bad old man. Why don't I die early? Dying is also a relief. I think God must have his reason to let me live. Good death depends on living in one breath. Then live and see what God can do."

The old man said, putting the erhu on his back, bent down and rubbed the bag: "thank you, girl. I'm not polite. I'm not hungry these two days."

The old man smiled, turned and walked slowly. He walked very slowly, but the old man was very serious at every step.

Mingjing stood alone in the night wind for a long time.

Did she suffer in her previous life?

It's very bitter. It's not too much to say it's hell.

When she climbed out of hell and opened her eyes, she saw the Buddha.

The Buddha said that you were born with sin and need to atone for it all your life.

She was very confused. It was clear that Buddha Yun Zhong's life was waiting. Why was she born with sin.

Just because her hands were bloody? But she also paid a painful price for it.

After twelve years of practice, her state of mind became more and more peaceful, and there were fewer and fewer nightmares, but those puzzles never disappeared.

Unknowingly, there are fewer people and fewer cars. Only street lamps accompany her. She walks alone in the streets late at night.

Zhou's mother called and asked her why she hadn't come back so late. What happened?

There was a thin warm current at the bottom of Mingjing's desolate heart. She smiled and said, "on the way back, let Grandma go to bed early."

"Be careful on the way, miss."

Mingjing hung up the phone and suddenly turned out at the intersection in front of him. Seven or eight men, with cigarettes in their mouths, looked at Mingjing with an evil smile.

"Miss, why are you wandering in the street alone so late? Are you lonely? Do you want your brothers to hurt you?" The man's expression was extremely obscene. All the men around him laughed and looked at the mirror without hiding their malice.

The girl gathered in the shadow and could only see a thin silhouette.

At this time, the street lamp overhead suddenly flashed, and several people subconsciously tightened their hearts.

The girl came out of the shadow. At that moment, the moonlight seemed to be a little dim.

Several men stared at the face: "it's so beautiful. It seems that the woman didn't cheat. Today, I can have a good meat dinner."

The mirror didn't seem to see them and went straight ahead.

Several people looked at each other and thought if the woman was blind?

When the other party passed in front of them, several people even subconsciously made way. When the other party was going away, several talents reacted, scolded a dirty word and quickly caught up.

A man reached out and grabbed the shoulder of the mirror. At the moment when his hand was about to fall on the other party's shoulder, the other party looked like he had eyes on his back, grabbed his wrist, folded it gently, and the next moment the scream of killing a pig sounded.

Mingjing turned and kicked each other in the stomach. The man was like a kite with a broken line. He hit a man who caught up with him. They fell to the ground in a very embarrassed way.

The other six people looked silly. The man got up from the ground, pointed to the mirror and said angrily: "go to me. Don't kill her today. I'm with her last name."

The girl stood quietly in place, her beautiful eyebrows and eyes were warm, her beautiful face had no waves, and her beautiful eyes were deeper than the night behind her, as if there were some unknown danger.

A long white dress fluttered gently in the night wind, like a ghost, mysterious and treacherous.

The other party's attitude against common sense makes several people feel a little hairy at the bottom of their hearts. It's so beautiful and powerful. It can't be a ghost

"What are you doing? Give it to me. Several big men are afraid of a little girl." The man roared. Several people woke up and rushed up without saying a word.

The man was smiling proudly, but gradually, he couldn't laugh and his face became whiter and whiter.

In the dark night, that white is the only color, floating around like a ghost. In the blink of an eye, six big men fell to the ground and moaned.

He didn't even see how the other party did it.

When the girl came out of the shadow, he found that she didn't have footsteps, and her heart was stifled. She wouldn't really hit a ghost.

Glancing at the shadow behind the girl, I was relieved. Fortunately

He subconsciously retreated, and the girl pressed step by step, "you... Don't come here..."

He took a dagger from his ass pocket and pointed it at the mirror: "I warn you not to come here, or I... I'll be rude to you." He is extremely guilty.

He closed his eyes and shouted "ah" and suddenly rushed over.

The next moment, the body fell out heavily, "bang" and the dagger fell to the ground.

Mingjing picked up the dagger, went to the man, squatted down, and the dagger blade fell between the man's neck.

"Who ordered you?"

The man clenched his teeth and stared at the girl in front of him with anger and fear.

The tip of the knife is down, from the neck to the heart, and then continue to go down: "here is the heart, here is the stomach, here is the liver, um... Here is the large intestine and small intestine..."

The girl's tone was soft, but the man's face turned pale inch by inch.

"Do you know how to make a mummy? First drain all the blood on a person, and then take out all the internal organs... Soak them in rosin and potion for 49 days..."

"You dare not, this is murder..." The man's voice trembled.

The girl smiled like a simple child. She stretched out her slender white and tender left hand: "do you know how much blood my hands have stained? I'll tell you quietly."

She leaned over the man's ear. "I've killed more people than you've eaten salt."

The man opened his eyes as if he had seen a ghost.

"Don't be afraid. It's just a matter of a moment. It's over." The girl said quietly, but the man was scared to pee his pants.

She has a beautiful face like spring flowers and Autumn Moon and has the most gentle and beautiful voice, but this moment falls in the eyes of men, but it is more terrible than ghosts and more terrible than demons.

The girl frowned and wrinkled her nose, like a grumpy little girl. She was cute and tight. Who knows that he thought she was cute at this time.

"I said, I said I said everything. Liu Shengnan asked us to teach you a lesson. We followed you since you left the mall. We really just taught you a lesson. There's no other meaning. Please forgive us. We won't dare again in the future?"

The girl frowned gently: "Liu Shengnan?"

"She is one of Huige's girlfriends. She goes to work in high school and often fights with people outside school. Huige asked us to protect her."

"Ran Tenghui?"

A man nods like mashing garlic.

Mingjing smiled and probably understood the context.

The most poisonous thing in the world is the people's heart. Just because there is a little conflict, it is self-evident what a beautiful little girl will encounter in the face of eight gangsters.

"Will you do me a favor?"

The man nodded quickly. Did he dare not promise?

——

"Sister Nan, it's all done according to your instructions."

The voice of the man on the phone trembled.

Liu Shengnan, who was applying nail polish, did not notice. He couldn't help complacency. "You've worked hard, I'll speak for you bitch brother tomorrow."

"What does sister Nan want from her?"

Liu Shengnan was also afraid of causing human life: "teach her a lesson. If you like to keep it by yourself, I think the girl is pretty. Aren't you interested?"

"Sister Nan is joking. By the way, I heard some of my men say this afternoon that Huige seems to be injured and hospitalized. Do you know?"

The person in the mobile phone was surprised, and his voice suddenly increased eight degrees: "what? Injured? What's the matter?"

"So you don't know. It seems that you fell off riding in the racecourse in the afternoon. You were badly hurt."

"Which hospital does he live in? I'll see him tomorrow."

"I'll ask here and tell you when I hear from you."

Qian Wei hung up the phone and secretly glanced at the girl in front of him.

"Good. See you tomorrow."

Shi ran got up and saw the girl take out a wet towel from her bag. She not only wiped every finger slowly, but her actions were soft and beautiful like a painting. However, after what happened just now, he just felt that the girl was too terrible.

Gently raise your hand, and the rolled wet towel falls into the dustbin.

Qian Wei sat in the dark, watching the girl's back drifting away.

The younger brother covered his stomach and climbed over: "brother, what does she want to do?"

Qian Wei thought for a moment and said, "I don't know."

"If we were her running dog, would sister Nan sue us in front of Huige?"

Qian Weibai glanced at him: "Who do you think we are? Huige is so busy that we can't even remember our names. We're just minions in the white tiger hall. As for Liu Shengnan, do you know how many girlfriends Huige has? She's just the most insignificant one. Huige is still fresh at first and will get bored gradually. Otherwise, Huige gets hurt. She doesn't know that the woman just had a bad relationship with Huige Generally, observe. "

Several people helped each other and stumbled away.

"Shit... That bitch is so cruel that my internal organs will shift."

"Shh, be careful she hears..."

"She didn't listen to the wind. What are you afraid of..."

——

When the mirror arrived at Zhu's house, it was nearly 11 o'clock, and Zhu's living room was brightly lit.

Lin Qing sat on the sofa in the living room. When she came in, her lips wriggled: "wash and sleep."

Then he gathered the silk on his shoulders and got up and went upstairs.

Zhou's mother took the bag in Mingjing's hand and whispered, "Madam urged me to call you. She has been sitting in the living room since dinner. Miss, madam doesn't say it. In fact, she is worried about you at the bottom of her heart."

The mirror went back to his room and said nothing all night.

The next Monday, after breakfast, Lin Qing answered the phone and went out.

Before leaving, he said to Mingjing, "don't squeeze the subway. I gave you one of my cars and asked a driver to pick you up. After you go out, let him follow you."

Mingjing paused and looked up at Lin Qing. Lin Qing walked out of the living room without looking back.

In a short time, she seemed haggard, and her exquisite makeup could not hide her haggard.

The son had an accident, the husband had an affair, and the two daughters had their own bad intentions. The once proud woman gradually began to compromise to fate.

Today's Zhu Xiangxiang is more silent than ever. After breakfast, he picked up his schoolbag and left.

Lin Qing has two cars, a red Ferrari, fashionable and cool, and a white BMW X5, elegant and low-key.

She gave the BMW to the mirror.

A young man stood beside the BMW. When he saw her coming out, he immediately bowed respectfully.

"Hello, miss. I'm your new driver ah Qing. I'll serve you in the future." Then he came over and opened the rear door.

The mirror narrowed her eyes slightly and looked at him quietly.

The man couldn't help looking up, secretly winked at her and raised his voice: "Miss, please get on the bus."

The mirror stooped and drilled in.

The man secretly breathed a sigh of relief, bypassed the front of the car, sat in the driver's seat and started the car to leave.

There was a silence in the carriage.

After a long time, the mirror said faintly, "your face changing skill is good."

"Alas, I know I can't hide it from your eyes. Pretending to be a man is killing me." Just now, the rough and crazy male voice suddenly turned into a charming and refreshing female voice, which came from the driver.

"Why?" Asked the mirror.

"You are ah Yu's daughter and naturally my daughter. I will take good care of you in the future. Let's plan for revenge slowly."

Mingjing wants to laugh. That's how smart people are. They only believe what they think.

But instead of laughing, she sighed.

"Don't you feel wronged to be my driver?"

"When I was on a mission, Xiao saner did it. What grievance is this? I am willing to protect you. Ah Yu will be very happy to know that you are still alive."

She spoke in a very casual tone and smiled.

"I used to joke with ah Yu. Later I had a child and wanted to be in laws. That's good. I had a son and she had a daughter. It's just that the smelly boy is too young to be your brother."

Zheng Qing saw the girl's eyes bent in the rearview mirror. She was never in a light mood. This was almost the first time. She smiled when she saw her.

Zheng Qing was as like as two peas. His heart was a daughter of his own. The little habit of laughing was just like that of Yu, and he was like a little wife.

"Is there no problem with your current identity?"

"Don't worry, I haven't been fooling around for so many years. The highest level of camouflage is to replace it. A person can't completely disappear from the world, but if she becomes another person or the opposite sex, those people can only look for a needle in the sea."

"But time is too tight. I still leave some small tails. I'll deal with them these days."

Zheng Qing glanced in the rearview mirror. "Can you tell me about your previous life?"

One thing she never understood was that she seemed to know everything at a young age. Did ah Yu tell her everything before she died? But she should still be in her infancy, or what did ah Yu leave? For example, record all her stories and leave them to Mingjing. When she grows up, she will find everything and avenge her mother?

The year ah Yu died, she was on an assassination mission abroad, so she didn't know what happened. However, ah Yu once had a lover. Ah Yu withdrew from the organization on the condition of the last task in exchange for staying with her lover.

She didn't know exactly what happened, but there was a faint guess.

She felt that there should be an answer to all the mysteries in the mirror.

——

At noon, Mingjing just had a few bites of rice. The shadow fell in front of her, and a man sat opposite her.

The canteen was in a sudden commotion, and countless eyes came.

Mingjing looked up. Jiang Jinchen opened the medicine bag and said to Mingjing, "put out your hand."

Mingjing had already taken off the gauze. When Jiang Jinchen saw it, her eyebrows were tight enough to kill a fly.

He looked in the mirror and said nothing, which made people feel quite stressed.

The mirror pursed her lips: "it doesn't hurt anymore."

The wound has scabbed, and the tender red scar is particularly eye-catching on the white and tender palm.

Jiang Jinchen applied the wound medicine little by little, blew it, and dried it without wrapping gauze.

Tao Xingxing looks at his nose, nose and heart, tries to reduce his sense of existence, opens all his eight senses, and doesn't miss a little gossip.

Jiang Jinchen took the medicine and left. As soon as he left, the whole canteen was in a commotion. Jiang Jinchen has always been high and cold. He wouldn't even look at the school flowers. Now he carefully drugged a girl's hand.

What does that mean?

We are not fools. For a while, some people took photos and sent forums, some were jealous and stared at the mirror, and some were more emotional and began to curse the street.

Tao Xingxing blinked: "I always thought Jiang Xiaocao liked to wish Xiangxiang. It's still a good school grass to correct evil."

After school, Tao Xingxing walked out of the school with Mingjing. After an afternoon of fermentation, when Mingjing came out of the school, it was almost the focus of attention.

Mingjing got on a BMW with countless pairs of eyes. The girls full of sadness and jealousy suddenly thought that she was the daughter of Zhu family, authentic Bai Fumei. Then they looked at their little broken car and sighed.

After Mingjing got on the bus, he said, "go to Nanjing Road."

Zheng Qing picked her eyebrows. The car drifted beautifully and turned onto another road.