The Real Daughter With A Buddha-like Mindset Chapter 149

Chapter 149 Liu An (one more)

Ye Zhen looked at the mess of curses on the Internet. The cursing of female cousins, slut, and green tea can be as ugly as they are.

She stepped out of the corpse mountain of blood in the entertainment industry. This method cannot be clearer. These netizens don't care about the truth at all. They only vent their unhappiness and resentment in real life by spraying dirt. I have a high-sounding name-I am a fan of Qu Feitai, and I do this for the good of our brother. This woman is close to his brother unpredictably. All the mistakes are caused by her...

Ye Zhen looked at the mirror where she was discussing calligraphy with Zou Jingyu not far away. Her heart was like a mirror, and she was immaculate. Those filthy words were blasphemy for her even thinking about it.

When she first debuted, she encountered only a lot more Internet explosions, but she never felt so distressed.

Tian Taka suddenly felt that a line of sight fell on him, coldly.

Looking over subconsciously, he saw a girl looking at him coldly, and Tian Long was confused.

This person seems to be Der Spiegel's assistant, right? When did he offend her? Why look at him like this, as if he had committed some heinous crime.

Brother Huang asked him to look at Qufeitai and try not to contact Mingjing alone. What can he do? He is also very embarrassed.

Xiao Fei's temperament, can he control it?

But Ming Jing, who was at the center of public opinion, didn't notice it, and chatted with Zou Jingyu about calligraphy peacefully.

The two talked very happily, as if they had been dating each other year after year.

Han Ying was confused when she listened beside her, and she was unclear, staring straight at the mirror.

Qufeitai doesn't usually play on mobile phones, so she doesn't know anything about the Internet, so she took a guitar, sat under the eaves of the gallery, and played it.

The soft music accompanied by the sound of rustling rain formed a beautiful note.

Han Ying listened and said in surprise, "This is white clothes!"

God, I was so lucky to hear the white clothes played by Qu Feitai himself.

Regardless of the non-disclosure agreement, the staff behind the scenes took out their phones to take pictures and record videos. The director blew his beard and stared, shouting for a long time to no avail.

Zou Jingyu and Ming Jing stopped talking, as if they were listening to the song on the flying platform in silence.

Mingjing looked at the rain curtain in the courtyard, with her chin lifted slightly, her profile gentle and beautiful, and behind her was a teenager holding a guitar and playing. The teenager looked up at the right time, and the cold brow peak seemed to meet the spring sun, melting every inch of it. The gaze that looked at the girl was gentle as water.

The fleeting scene of "Kacha" was just captured by someone.

When the song ended, Han Ying asked curiously: "Brother Qu, I and many of your fans are very curious about one thing. Today I will take this opportunity to ask you a question on behalf of the fans. You are really alone in writing this white robe. ?"

The director couldn't help giving Han Ying a thumbs up in his heart.

Qu Feitai glanced at the mirror subconsciously, and then looked away at the heavy rain in the courtyard just for a moment.

Han Ying was stunned, he was the closest to Qufeitai. Was Qufeitai looking at Mingjing just now?

How does it feel something is wrong?

At this moment, everyone is waiting for Qu Feitai's answer. Zhao Xinrong's appearance broke the short silence, “Xiaoying, I didn't expect you to be so gossip, how could anyone answer you such a privacy question.”

However, Zhao Xinrong's words hit Qu Feitai in the opposite direction. If it is nothing, just say it openly. Qu Feitai's silence... on the contrary, it explains the problem even more.

"Haha, my fault, my fault, I am just curious." Han Ying hit the question and passed the question.

I can't help but feel anxious, so I won't offend Brother Qu.

In just two days, although Big Brother Qu is not very talkative, he should not be a stingy person.

"It's getting late, everyone go to bed early, tomorrow morning." Zou Jingyu said.

Han Ying's eyes brightened, and she asked excitedly, "Is it going to Hanshan Temple?"

"Xiaoying, haven't you been very unlucky lately? Tomorrow, you can find Master Jueming to calculate in the temple. I heard that Master Jueming is an eminent monk." Zhao Xinrong joked.

Ming Jing returned to the room, Xiao Wenwen put a mask on her face, lying on the bed and playing with her mobile phone. Seeing Ming Jing coming in, she turned over to face the wall.

Under the mask, the corners of the mouth are proudly cocked.

Now you are in the limelight. After the official announcement of the program, I see how proud you are.

The current netizens' methods are amazing, and the eighteenth generations of your ancestors can pick them up for you.

"Hey..." Xiao Wenwen answered the phone, which was from her agent.

She heard Ming Spiegel go out to wash, and her voice became louder: "What's the matter?"

"What's wrong? What do you mean by Weibo?"

"What do you mean? Someone makes me unhappy, I can't complain about it?" Xiao Wenwen said nonchalantly.

"Do you know what background is that newcomer?"

"How would I know that even if she had some background, I was afraid that she would not be successful, but Zhou Zong agreed to marry me."

Xiao Wenwen glanced at the newly made manicure, and the bright diamonds inlaid above shone dazzlingly under the light.

didn't worry about these words being recorded by the camera, because she would not let them be cut in at all.

Xiao Wenwen is too aware of the hidden rules of the entertainment industry. This is a place where power and money talk. With the backing of capital, she can do whatever she wants. Otherwise, why would she let her best years be wasted on a greasy man with a big belly? The feeling made her only vent by acting as a demon.

"You really think Zhou Nan can marry you, you are not stupid, he has a wife." The agent cursed with hatred for iron and steel.

"So what, does his wife have me young and beautiful? Don't take up the pit and **** if you are killed sooner or later."

"You..." the agent said she couldn't help her; "Anyway, quickly delete your Weibo. This newcomer hasn't figured out what's coming for the time being. It's better not to offend people. There are mountains beyond the mountains, and the sky is beyond the sky."

"Well, anyway, the purpose has been achieved, delete it."

"You are going to Hanshan Temple tomorrow? I heard that Master Jueming of Hanshan Temple is a high-ranking monk. You went to worship and ask for a peace talisman for me. Recently, I always feel flustered and short of breath, as if something big is about to happen. , Ask for a symbol to ensure safety."

Xiao Wenwen sneered and said, "I don't know if you are so superstitious."

"Bah, what superstition, I would rather believe it if it is not."

Hang up the phone, Xiao Wenwen deleted the Weibo posted at noon. At this time, the washed Mingjing came back and sat cross-legged on the bed to meditate.

Xiao Wenwen is almost laughing to death, is this to cultivate immortals?

Gradually ten minutes passed...Half an hour passed, and Der Spiegel remained motionless.

Xiao Wenwen kept staring at her, really motionless, she could hardly even feel the sound of breathing.

Xiao Wenwen was a little scared, and she felt a chilly back inexplicably.

Another half an hour passed...Xiao Wenwen almost thought she was sitting down.

Xiao Wenwen stepped on the ground barefoot, walked carefully to the mirror bed, and put her fingers under her nose.

Heaved a sigh of relief, but fortunately, breathing.

At this moment, Ming Jing opened her eyes suddenly, her dark eyes were clear and deep, like a thousand-year-old ancient well, unreliable and unpredictable.

Xiao Wenwen was taken aback, then stepped back abruptly, stomped on the air with one foot, and fell to the ground in embarrassment.

Ming Jing smiled and looked at her: "What's the matter? Is something wrong?"

Xiao Wenwen rubbed her **** and got up, her tone was angrily: "What are you pretending to be a ghost? I thought you were dead and scared me to death."

"Don't do bad things, don't be afraid of ghosts knocking on the door." Ming Jing picked up a book on the bedside, looked down.

Xiao Wenwen's eyes rounded, what does she mean? Do you mean that you have done something wrong?

Does she know that she is connoting her on Weibo?

That's not enough to dare to ask her face to face, counsel her!

Mingjing looked at the book for a while, seeing that it was almost ten o'clock, he closed the book and lay down.

Xiao Wenwen glanced at her, go to bed so early?

It is normal for young people to stay up late. For example, she, the nightlife has just begun, and going to bed so early is a waste of life.

I will get up at five o'clock tomorrow to climb the mountain. Xiao Wenwen does not dare to stay up late tonight, because she is afraid that she won't be able to get up tomorrow, and she will fall asleep after playing with her mobile phone for a while.

The rain stopped at midnight, and everyone gathered in the yard at 5:30. Zou Jingyu frowned and asked, "Where is Wenwen?"

He knows that this child is a little bit awkward in bed, which young people are not awkward, but last night he reminded everyone that he was going to climb the mountain early this morning, and let so many people wait for her. Excuse me?

Ming Jing glanced at Ye Zhen in the crowd, and Ye Zhen waved to Ming Jing.

Ding Jing nodded and smiled.

Half an hour later, Xiao Wenwen was dragged out by her assistant, yawning.

Zou Jingyu glared at her and said, "Let's go."

The crowds going up the mountain this time are mighty, and the show crew is half of them.

The most difficult thing is the photographer, carrying a camera weighing tens of kilograms to climb the mountain, without a certain amount of physical strength.

It has just rained, the stone steps are a bit slippery, and the sky will be unclear. The director has repeatedly reminded everyone to pay attention to safety and beware of falling.

Has not crawled for twenty minutes, the crowd was full of Xiao Wenwen's bitter voices: "No way...I can't climb anymore."

Xiao Wenwen leaned on the assistant and said breathlessly.

Han Yingbai glanced at her: "Why is your body so weak? Look at Mingjing, your face is not red or breathless, so follow your studies."

"You stinky boy, are you looking for death?" Xiao Wenwen shook her fist.

Han Ying ran away quickly, yelling, "Ding Spiegel, wait for me."

Mingjing and Qu Feitai walked side by side. The two were not rushing, just like walking in the mountains. Compared with the panting of others, they were much more relaxed and at ease.

Hearing the shout, Ming Jing stopped and turned his head to look.

She stands on the stone steps, behind which is the invisible stairs and the flourishing branches. The first ray of sunlight in the morning falls on her through the gaps between the branches. The white skirt is flying in the morning mist, beautiful and gentle. His facial features are looming in the clear mist, and his clothes are fluttering, like a fairy who has strayed into the world.

Han Ying was stunned, and quickly climbed up in three steps and two steps: "Ding Spiegel, don't leave me, let's be together."

Ding Jing nodded.

Just a few minutes later, the excited Han Ying looked like an eggplant smashed by the cream. Looking at the invisible stairs, she said with a sad face, "How long will it take to reach the top of the mountain."

Ming took a look in the mirror, and heard Qu Feitai say in his ear: “It's still an hour. I can get there before eight o'clock, so I'll stick to it.”

Han Yingru was struck by lightning: "One more hour? Nothing, I really can't climb anymore."

Han Ying sat down everywhere, while the large group was still 100 meters away, and it was a group of dark shadows from a distance.

"I heard that there are tigers in this mountain..." Just as Ming Jing's voice fell, Han Ying stood up with a "rub" and started climbing up.

Qu Feitai shook his head and laughed: "Why haven't I heard that there are tigers in the mountains?"

Ming Jing smiled: "The tiger is not in the mountains, in his heart."

"Ding Spiegel, why are you not tired at all? Are you still a human body? And Big Brother Qu, the two of you are simply non-human." The photographers of Spiegel and Qu Feitai fell far behind, unable to catch up. These two people will definitely be scolded by the director when they go back.

Qu Feitai said: "You lack exercise."

He usually loves to exercise, not to mention Ming Spiegel, grew up in the mountains since she was a child, climbing should be easy for her.

"No way, let me rest for a while." Han Ying sat on the floor, taking off his hat and fanning.

Mingjing stood quietly on the spot, seeing two figures, one tall and one short, separated from the large group and quickly moved towards the top of the mountain.

is Ye Zhen and Tian Long.

"Go away, stinky rascal, I see you hit you once." Ye Zhen cursed, Tian Long scratched his head a bit aggrieved.

Qu Feitai squinted his eyes: "What's the matter?"

The photographer did not follow up, and a few people talked and did not worry about being photographed.

Tian Takashi was about to open his mouth, Ye Zhen said first: "Mr. Qu, please take care of your assistant, otherwise the next time you see your name, it will be on the Legal News."

Ming Jing looked at Ye Zhen, frowning slightly.

Ye Zhen pulled Mingjing and walked up, lowering her voice and said, “The assistant of Qu Feitai is actually playing a hooligan to me. Qu Feitai is a human being, and there is such an assistant, which is simply ruining his image.”

Ming Jing hooked her lips: "Is that true?"

Ye Zhen shuddered subconsciously when she saw her smile, as if there was no way to hide any kind of lies in front of her.

"Okay, okay, I did it on purpose. I really can't bear this tone. I just ask him to get angry. You don't go online, so I don't know how the **** Xiao Wenwen connoted you on Weibo, and then it was discovered by fans of Qu Feitai. , Are scolding you, you don't know how disgusting the scolding is."

Ye Zhen became more and more angry, "Just let me scold me, I'm used to it anyway, but I can't accept scolding you."

Mingjing smiled and said, "That's it?"

"if not?"

Ming Jing shook his head, and climbed up the steps.

"Aren't you angry?"

"Why should I be angry?"

Ye Zhen was asked. She stared at Ming Jing's gentle and quiet face, and said in a puzzled manner: “But those people will slander you without knowing who you are. Don't you be angry?”

"What can anger change? As you said, they don't know what kind of person I am, so they scold me. Do you want me to pay for their ignorance?"

The girl's gentle and ethereal voice wafted quietly in the mountains and forests, the Sanskrit voice that seemed to wash the soul, Ye Zhen's unrestrained heart seemed to disappear suddenly.

She smiled: "If I had a mind like yours back then, I wouldn't have made so many detours. Until now, I still can't get out."

Mingjing raised her head, looked at the mountains above the stairs, and smiled lightly: "What do you see in front of you?"

Ye Zhen followed her gaze and murmured: "Mountain."

Ming Jing shook his head: "Not a mountain?"

"Not a mountain? What is that?" Ye Zhen was confused.

Ming Jing smiled softly: "It's a mountain."

Ye Zhen was confused by Ming Spiegel.

"What you see with your eyes, the mountains are still mountains, and everything in the world is born from your heart. Whatever your heart wants to see, your eyes see? All worries, just mind."

The words fell in the mirror, and he moved away. The skirt passed the stone steps, and the dewdrops brushed the silver lotus, reflecting the bright silver light.

"Just like this road uphill, when you think that it has countless steps, you are frightened first, but you step on the first, second, and third floors. These endless steps are composed of countless steps. It's made up of layers of stairs, and you've walked the whole journey without knowing it, and the road will always come to an end.”

The clouds bloom and the mists are scattered, the willows are dark and the flowers are bright.

The sun shines through the clouds, and the mountain gate is in front of you.

"Boom" bells rang through the mountains and forests, and countless birds took off.

Mingjing stood in front of the mountain gate, looked at the plaque of Hanshan Temple, and smiled slightly.

There was a little novice monk in front of the door, and saw a girl in white standing at the gate of the mountain. In the morning light, her body was exuding a faint golden light, which made people afraid to look directly.

(End of this chapter)

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