Chapter 128

Zhu Xiangxiang's departure has no impact on Mingjing's life. It should be said that this person will not have any impact on Mingjing.

It was an accident to meet Zhao Xiaohui at the door of the community in the morning. Mingjing knew what impact it would have on Zhu Xiangxiang's life to bring Zhao Xiaohui in, but she still brought people in.

This is the answer to Zhu Xiangxiang's fate, what will happen in the future, and so on.

As soon as the "Ding" mobile phone was charged and turned on, a wechat message tone sounded.

Spiegel took a look at his mobile phone.

Xiaoqu - are you home?

Mingjing didn't change the remarks of the wechat contact. This little song is Qu Feitai.

The avatar is still his own cartoon image, very cute, very different from his cool, handsome and cold image.

Mingjing tapped his finger on the screen and returned a word "um".

Then she put down her cell phone and did her own thing.

"Three little?" Yunmo was shocked to find that the always cold sanshao smiled at his mobile phone... A bit like a fool.

Qu Feitai immediately converged his smile and changed his face so quickly that yunmo marveled whether he had an illusion.

"You go back. I have something important to do in Jiangzhou." Qu Feitai said coldly.

"But San Shao, if you don't go back, I can't pay the job to my husband."

"That's your business, not mine." Qu Feitai doesn't give any face.

Yun Mo sighed: "since you don't want to leave, I can only stay to protect you."

"Whatever." Leaving two words, the flying platform took the mobile phone back to the bedroom.

Qu Feitai looked at a word in the dialog box for a long time.

For people like Mingjing who cherish words like gold, one um word is enough to express many things.

Qu Feitai tapped his fingers on the screen, typed many words and deleted them one by one.

Then click the food app and start searching for restaurants suitable for dating in Jiangzhou.

Mingjing picked up his cell phone and took a look when he finished his work.

Xiaoqu'er - at 6:00 tomorrow evening, we'll see you at the love letter music restaurant in Times Square.

Mingjing thought that he still owed him two meals, so he returned to a good home.

Qu Feitai rolled on the bed with a good word in his arms. The joy of youth sometimes comes so simple.

"Miss, I'm not well. My wife is ill." Zhou Ma rushed in and said.

Mingjing closes his notebook, "let's go."

This is the first time Mingjing has stepped into Lin Qing's bedroom. Lin Qing is lying on the big bed. The red silk pajamas can't hide her pale face.

Seeing the mirror, Lin Qing wanted to sit up and stared at Zhou Ma unhappily.

Zhou Ma touched her nose.

The mirror sat by the bed, held her wrist and touched it.

"Worry and worry. If you don't want to wish Xiangxiang, it's not too late to catch up."

The cold sound of the mirror fell on Lin Qing's ear.

Lin Qing grabbed Mingjing's hand with his back hand: "Mingjing, it's not what you think. I'm sad. How can I raise a white eyed wolf after sixteen years? My mother's failure is really great."

Looking at this posture, Zhou Ma quietly stepped back and left space for mother and daughter.

"Then you feel wronged to hurt your body for someone who is not worth it?"

The cool voice is flat and straightforward, without any emotion.

Lin Qing's heart was cold for a moment, and she looked at her face close at hand.

A beautiful face, but also ruthless.

Those eyes hold the world, but they can't hold a person.

Even her biological mother.

Lin Qing felt afraid for the first time. Her own daughter was a monster without feelings.

Lin Qing loosened her hand a little bit. She would rather have Mingjing cry and shout at her and accuse her of being eccentric. She would even feel comforted in her heart, rather than Mingjing's calm from the end, as if she wouldn't care no matter what she did.

She believed that Mingjing didn't deliberately drive Zhu Xiangxiang out. Mingjing was not that kind of person at all and despised it, but it was for this reason that she was even more cold.

How many feelings does a person who can be ruthless even his own father have for her, a mother who used to be cold to her?

She suddenly realized that she could not enjoy any admiration from her daughter.

Is this God's punishment for her?

The dark eyes of the mirror seemed to see through all her thoughts, and a light mockery appeared.

Lin Qing's heart tightened. She quickly turned her head and turned over: "I'm fine. Just have a rest. Go out first."

Those eyes make people dare not look directly.

Lin Qing pinched the quilt horn and didn't hear any sound for a long time. As soon as he turned his head, he found that Mingjing didn't know when it disappeared.

Lin Qing was so frightened that she immediately sat up from the bed, with a cold sweat on her forehead.

Does this girl walk quietly?

——

"Miss, there is your express." Han Suwen handed a courier to Mingjing.

Zhou Ying jumped out from the side and grabbed it all at once: "cousin, what good thing did you buy?"

The mirror glanced at her faintly: "I don't know."

"Don't know?" Zhou Ying screamed, "can I open it?"

The mirror nodded: "it's up to you."

Zhou Ying grinning to find the scissors, cut the express packaging box, inside there is a layer of foam, wrapped very tightly.

"What is it? It's wrapped so tightly."

Zhou Ying spent a long time trying to open it. The bubble was opened inside, and it was still a very delicate box.

Mingti and Mingchen came over and stood watching.

Zhou Ying looked at the box and filled it with the symbol, which was strange and gorgeous.

Mingjing realized something and suddenly said, "give it to me."

Zhou Ying handed the box to Mingjing, who took it back to the room.

Zhou Ying looked at her eyes and said, "do you know what it is?"

Minty shook his head.

The second sister who came back to Zhu's house is no longer the second sister she used to know.

Zhou Ying eagerly followed Mingjing into her room. Mingjing didn't say anything when she saw it. Zhou Ying was happy at the bottom of her eyes and quietly looked at Mingjing's room, the most mysterious place for her.

To her great surprise, the mirror room is not like a girl's room. It only gives people two feelings.

Clean and cold.

It was spotless everywhere, even the windowsill was visible, and the sheets and quilts on the big bed were neat without any wrinkles.

A yellow Scripture and a mobile phone were placed on the bedside table. Several bottles of cosmetics were placed on the dresser opposite. Zhou Ying secretly wrote down the sign.

There was a laptop on the small tea table by the window. There were several books next to it. Zhou Ying took a closer look. It turned out that it was higher mathematics and calculus. The others were English books. She couldn't understand them.

Zhou Ying was shocked. Has her cousin been reading higher mathematics calculus, a teaching material only seen in universities? No wonder Orsay can get the highest score in the exam. Is this brain still ordinary people's?

There is a crack in the wardrobe door. Looking up, it is all white

How many different white skirts did my cousin buy.

The room was clean and spotless, but it was cold and unpopular.

Living in such a room, she will go crazy.

Only a cousin who has no desire can stand it.

Zhou Ying saw the mirror open the box. She looked at it and said in surprise, "how is it a Buddha?"

Looking at the broken bronze statue, those eyes are uncomfortable.

The mirror quietly looks at the eyes of the Buddha statue. This is the gilded Buddha statue donated by Gutian, which was photographed by Shen Zhou last night.

Shen Zhou gave her a gilded Buddha worth 10 million.

Mingjing took out the Buddha statue carefully with both hands, looked at the orientation of the room and put it in the Western orientation.

Mingchen and mingti immediately came over and worshipped the Buddha for three times.

Zhou Ying looked at the strange behavior of the three teachers and sisters and had to worship the Buddha.

The mirror stood in front of the Buddha and said faintly, "save the suffering beings and get rid of the sea of suffering. Hell is not empty and vows not to become a Buddha."

"The Bodhisattva is on the, disciple Mingjing."

The girl picked flowers with her wonderful hands and looked merciful and gentle.

Zhou Ying looked at it blankly and suddenly felt that the whole body of the mirror seemed to emit a faint golden light. Obviously, it was close in front of her, but it gave her a feeling that it was out of reach.

Cousin Mingjing, it's really a Buddha.

Bodhisattva Tibetans, one of the four great Buddhas, made a great wish in front of the Buddha. Hell is not empty and vows not to become a Buddha.

Buddha statues have experienced thousands of years, but their mental power has not decreased, or even stronger.

Ordinary people can't drive away evil spirits and protect the town house when placing this Buddha statue. They may even cause disasters due to their lack of faith. This is because this Buddha statue has not been well worshipped after thousands of years and too many people's hands. Its mental power is impure. If it is held by people with unstable mind, it will cause disasters in a few days.

You need to chant sutras, spell and wash. Brush away the nameless dust, see all Dharma truths, and explore Prajna wisdom.

However, for those who really practice, it is of great benefit to practice.

The Bodhisattva's original wish Sutra said: if there is a future world, there are good men and good women. It is said that the words of the Bodhisattva of the king of Tibet are either praise, name, support, or even color painting and carving, which can make people never fall into the evil way.

Zhixin said that he read the name of the Bodhisattva and received boundless blessings.

In Dharma practice, the key lies in the word "sincerity", and sincerity is spirit.

When the mirror opens its eyes again, its eyes are clear and bright, like the sea, containing all things in the world.

The eyes of the Buddha are half closed. It seems that from any point of view, he is smiling with compassion.

The Buddha has great wisdom, great compassion and great power, and feels that his actions are perfect.

Bodhisattva feels sentimental, solves the stupidity of all sentient beings, does not break the appearance of life, and does Bodhisattva deeds.

The mirror looked into the Bodhisattva's eyes and smiled.

"I see."

Mingti and Mingchen look at each other.

The master once said that the second sister was born with spiritual roots and would be a rare master of cultivation in Buddhism. Many of them would understand after the master's father told the second sister. She and the third sister were still confused.

Sometimes the second sister is so clever that they are afraid. Even the most naughty eldest sister, seeing the second sister is like a mouse seeing a cat.

Master is dignified and respects his elders and teachers, but he is afraid of his second sister from the bottom of his heart.

She remembers that when she was a child, she got up in the middle of the night and passed the Buddha Hall. She saw the thin figure of her second sister kneeling in front of the Buddha statue.

In the silent night, the girl's ethereal voice was like torture from the soul.

"Disciple was sinful in his previous life. In this life, the Buddha punished me. Have I ever sinned if I was deceived or mutilated? Have those who hurt me been punished by the Buddha? What is good? What is evil?"

The master said that only those with advanced cultivation can see the previous life. At that time, the second sister was less than ten years old.

The so-called benefit will hurt, and the second sister will become and lose.

Mingti looked at the thin figure in front of him. He was dressed in white like a relegated fairy. He was cold and free from mortal dust, and his eyes became deeper and deeper.

Leaving the mirror's room, mingti takes Mingchen back to the bedroom on the third floor and closes the door.

Mingchen rubbed his wrist: "what are you doing?"

Mingti looked dignified: "do you remember what master said?"

"What? Master said a lot. Which one do you mean?"

"Second sister."

Mingchen was stunned: "master just said it casually. Do you really believe it?"

"Master is a monk. She doesn't lie. She asked us to follow the second sister. She asked us to look at the second sister and stop her from going astray."

Mingchen couldn't straighten up like hearing a joke. He pointed to her, "are you kidding? Our second sister is the kindest girl in the world. No one in Jiangzhou knows that Miss Zhu is the reincarnation of a Bodhisattva. She is the most kind and compassionate. If you can go astray, the second sister won't."

Mingtibai glanced at her: "fool."

Mingchen pouted and said unhappily, "I can't pass the exam. Do you have the face to scold me for being stupid?"

Mingti frowned and murmured, "all dharmas are idealistic and only emotional. What exactly does Master mean by this sentence?"

"What is love? Seven emotions and six desires? Joy, anger, fear, love and hate."

"Love? What is love? You usually like to watch those messy TV dramas. Tell me, what is love?"

Mingchen said with a smile: "love has small love and big love. The second sister's love is big love. She loves everyone, but her love for us is small love and love. Ah, this is the most wonderful thing in the world. She can make people crazy and enchanted..."

"Wait." Minty frowned and interrupted her. "Put away all the messy things in your mind. What's wrong with your young age all day."

"Love." Mingti frowned.

"Qu Feitai, don't let this person approach the second sister again in the future“

"Why? He's so handsome and talented. He's still a big star. Isn't it good that he likes his second sister?"

"What do you know?" Mingti knocked a chestnut on her head and said, "you can do whatever I say. There are so many words. In short, from today on, we will follow the second sister and resolutely put an end to all possibilities of qufeitai approaching her."

Mingchen tilted his lips and muttered in a low voice, "you are the embodiment of master. Damn it."

"What are you talking about?" Mingti narrowed his eyes.

"Nothing." Mingchen takes out his mobile phone and skillfully unlocks it to board the microblog.

The popularity of the song flying platform on the hot search list only increased. After overnight fermentation, almost everyone can sing the song "white clothes".

Mingchen praises and comments everywhere - Yingying, the second brother-in-law is so handsome and cool that it's impossible to compare.

Soon there was a comment called moth to fire. Where did she come from? Is this the sentence pattern of the last century? The village just connected to the Internet? drowned in laughter.

Mingchen replied to him - yes, yes, how did you know I was a pupil? [cute]

Moths to the fire - [speechless] I admit defeat.

Mingchen - hee hee, good [touch your head]

The other party didn't reply to her again. Ten minutes later, she prompted someone to pay attention to her. Mingchen looked at it and found that it was the moth flying to the fire.

Your mouth hates your integrity, hum.

Moths to the fire sent her a private message: why do you call your second brother-in-law?

Mingchen took his cell phone, secretly glanced at mingti and typed quickly - because he was my second brother-in-law.

Moth to the fire: I lost to you, pupil.

A shadow pressed down, Mingchen typing quickly: parents are going to take my mobile phone, little moth, talk back!

Moths to the fire: shit, what a pupil!! one

"Give me your cell phone." Mingti's cold voice came from above.

Mingchen looked up pitifully, with a pair of wet big eyes innocent and pitiful: "I'll play for a little while, will you?"

Mingti grabbed her mobile phone: "the Internet is mixed, the information is difficult to distinguish, and watching more affects the mood. You want to become an impetuous elm head, when I didn't say."

"You're talking about others, and I won't be affected."

"The influence is subtle. It's too late when you find out."

Mingchen skimmed his mouth: "why do you care about me?"

"Because I'm your sister."

"You are my sister."

Mingti was unmoved: "I said it was your sister, it was your sister."

It's so justifiable. Mingchen wants to cry. She is managed by master and elder martial sister in the nunnery. When she goes down the mountain, she thinks she is free, and she is managed by mingti again. The key is that mingti knows more about her than the elder martial sister of master. It's just the right medicine. It's hard for her to compromise.

Mingti locked his mobile phone in the cabinet and threw a set of test papers to Mingchen. "There is a high school entrance examination in mid August. If you don't want to embarrass your second sister, you should study hard."

Mingchen grabbed the test paper and turned grief and anger into strength. The 60 minute test paper was finished in ten minutes.

Mingti checked it again and looked at Mingchen with some surprise.

Mingchen proudly eyebrows.

"The characters are ugly. At that time, the roll score will be deducted, and you still can't get the full score."

Mingti turned over a note and threw it to her: "practice ten pages a day until the exam."

Mingchen kept complaining and opened the calligraphy. This is mingti's calligraphy, a page of white paper and a page of copied Heart Sutra. In turn, there is a magic method, the great mercy mantra, and a thick stack of children wrote about the year of the monkey, the horse and the moon.

The handwriting above is vigorous, beautiful and restrained. In fact, it hides its edge, which is much more lasting than that of ordinary calligraphy masters.

Mingchen sighed: "the second sister's words are praised by even her master. When can I practice to this extent?"

"You can do it for ten years like a day. Let's talk about it. The second sister has never been slack in practicing meditation, calligraphy and chess. Only in this way can you achieve success. As for you, you can't even exercise self-discipline in three days and two days."

Mingti almost wanted to hold her ear and scold her. She pulled people out of bed every morning, otherwise she could sleep until the sun rises.

Mingchen's temperament must be urged by someone day by day, otherwise it must be abolished.

Mingchen shivered and accepted Mo Yan: "I don't want to live as tired as my second sister. I'll be crazy if I restrain myself and keep my heart every day."

"It is necessary for practitioners to abandon seven emotions and six desires and avoid laziness, anger and greed. You can only say that you are not suitable for practice."

Mingchen's eyes brightened: "I've returned to vulgarity. Why are you so strict with me?"

Mingti patted the table and said with a straight face, "hurry up. Don't dally. If the second sister knows you are so lazy, she will scold you."

"No, the second sister won't scold me. The second sister won't bother to talk to me, ha ha." Mingchen said and smiled.

"In order not to embarrass the second sister, I fought hard."

Mingchen rolls up his sleeves and buries his head to practice calligraphy.

Mingti looked at it quietly for a while. Seeing that Mingchen completely sank down, he went to one side and picked up the junior middle school textbook for preview.

In fact, Mingchen is much smarter than her. In terms of IQ, she is not as smart as Mingchen, but Mingchen is naturally delicate, lazy, unwilling to make progress and muddle along. For this reason, master has scolded her many times, but Mingchen goes in one ear and out the other. She has a big heart. She can only supervise her sister daily, so as not to waste her talent. At least, she can't lose her second sister.

"Miss, the procuratorate called and added new evidence. Mr. has submitted a public prosecution to the court." Han Suwen walked over and said.

When she was in college, she majored in law. After she filed a public prosecution, the case was transferred to the court. The trial period was as short as 20 days and as long as two months.

Mingjing raised his eyes. Lin Qing was pale and shaky.

Lin Qing looked at the girl opposite. In just three months, her husband was not her husband and her daughter was not her daughter. They were all unkind to her.

Even my son won't enter the house and don't recognize her mother.

How she failed to live.

Even the only biological daughter is so cold and heartless that she can't feel the slightest warmth in her body.

Lin Qing suddenly felt a deep sense of powerlessness.

"Hold on a little longer and you'll see the light you want."

The mirror left a faint word and turned downstairs.

Lin Qingleng was in place and didn't understand the meaning of the mirror.