The Real Daughter With A Buddha-like Mindset Chapter 55

  Chapter 55 Sins (one more)

  "Fuxiangzhai's roast duck is really well-deserved." Tao Xingxing clutched his swollen belly with a full face.

  The two walked out of Fuxiangzhai's door, thinking of something, Tao Xingxing's small face instantly collapsed.

   "I will weigh five pounds on the scale tomorrow morning. It's over, it's over..."

She glanced at the Mingjing next to her and hummed: "I asked you to eat roast duck, but you were drinking water all the time. You were indifferent to such a fragrant roast duck. No wonder you are so thin, this concentration is beyond reach. "

  Ming Jing said: "I didn't eat dinner because of weight loss."

   "Why is that?" Tao Xingxing suddenly thought of the rumors, Ming Jing grew up in the Nunnery.

  She feels a little bit painful: "But haven't you been vulgar anymore? It's okay to eat a little bit."

  Ming Jing smiled lightly and said: "I have developed a habit over the years, and besides, the appetite is so poor."

  Tao Xingxing looked at her, suddenly a little ashamed, and quickly pursed his lips with a smile.

   "You are really a fairy, and you can be full with dew. I am different. My wish is to eat all over the world."

   Ming Jing raised her eyebrows: "Aren't you afraid of getting fat?"

  "Who says I am fat, I am obviously plump, my sister needs to have breasts, **** buttocks, it is a modern aesthetic deformity. If I was born in the Tang Dynasty, Concubine Yang would have to stand aside."

Ming Jing smiled and nodded: "Confident women are the most beautiful."

  The two walked out of the mall, it was already dark, Tao Xingxing said: "Ding Spiegel, how do you go back?"

   "It's still early, let's take the subway."

  "My mother just happened to be socializing nearby, come and pick me up right away, or I will let my mother take you off, there must be a lot of people on the subway at this late hour."

  Ming Jing smiled and shook his head: "No need, one north and one north, it's a waste of your time."

  While speaking, a black Audi stopped across the road, the driver's window was lowered, and a middle-aged woman with delicate makeup waved her hand to this side.

  Tao Xingxing said to Ming Jing: "My mom came to pick me up, then I will go first. Send me a message when you get home."

   "Well, you go quickly."

  Tao Xingxing waved his hand and ran across the traffic, pulled open the back seat door and got in.

  The woman's eyes passed through the turbulent traffic and the boundless night, and she looked into the mirror.

  Raised the window soon, started the car to leave, and disappeared into the traffic.

  Mingjing stood there and blew the wind for a while, then 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 phone screen, walking to the extreme, and said without raising his head when he heard the words: “Yes, she is the true daughter of Zhu's family.”

  Wu Jiaqi was stunned: "Which is the real daughter of the Zhu family? Does she have a good relationship with you?"

"Of course, the people of Der Spiegel are very good. They got the first place in the exam last month, and they fight hard. You didn't know that when she was shopping this afternoon, a woman bullied me. Once Der Spiegel took action, the other party was dingy. It's gone, it's so handsome..." When he mentioned Der Spiegel, Tao Xingxing turned on the chattering mode again, and didn't even play the game.

   "Really? This kid is really upbeat."

   "But it's so late, didn't Zhu's send a driver to pick her up?"

   "Hey, don't mention it, her parents are very eccentric, and there is only the fake daughter in their eyes, but it is not uncommon for me to see the mirror."

  "This child is very poor. Since he is a good friend of yours, I have time to invite her to eat at home in the future."

  The commercial area is particularly lively at night, with bright lights everywhere and a weaving of people, which is more lively than during the day.

  The sad and euphemistic sound of Erhu came faintly, incompatible with this hustle and bustle of the city.

  Ding Jing saw a lot of people in the square not far away, and the sound of erhu came from the crowd.

  Mingjing walked over, surrounded by many people sparsely, an uncle in his seventies sitting on the ground, closed his eyes and was pulling the erhu.

  The box in front of him opened, and there were scattered piles of change, including fifty cents coins and one five-dollar banknote.

  It's not the first time for Mingjing to listen to the moon in Erquan. She has listened to live performances by famous artists at the National Centre for the Performing Arts. Her skills have reached the level of perfection, but after all, such perfection is nothing more than exquisite works of art.

And this lonely old man, sitting on the street late at night, his technique was not so superb, and there were even a few things that went wrong, but... After looking around in the mirror, many people had red eyes, and a woman even cried bitterly. Lost voice.

  Sorrow and sadness at the time of depression, grief and sorrow at the agitated place, and finally return to peace, with open-mindedness and relief to life, destiny repays me pain, but I repays it with song.

  What can really touch the soul is the personal experience, those weeping, those struggling, those piercing tortures every night, only when they are smoothed by time, can they sit here, lightly telling the past.

  The person who listened to it may be evoked from the past, or empathized, or immersed in the scene, but the initiator is calm like a Wang Qingquan.

  The final ending sound fell, and the surroundings were sobbing. The old man opened his eyes, his eyes were blue and white, and he had no focus. He was very crippled in the night.

  Everyone couldn't help but exclaim that he turned out to be blind.

  Can't help but feel more sympathetic.

At this time, even the cold-blooded people are embarrassed to turn their heads and leave, but in modern society, anyone with cash on their body, touched all over their body and didn't get a dime. If you want to pay with your mobile phone, the other party doesn't have a QR code, waiting for emotions. It faded a little bit, and the urge to donate money disappeared.

  Occasionally, there are a few older people who took out their change and remained in the box.

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

  There were only two people left alone.

  An old man pulling an erhu, a thin young man, standing and sitting one by one, the two figures were drawn out by the street lights.

  Ming Jing turned around and went to the convenience store across the road, then came out and carried a bag in her hand.

  The old man stood up tremblingly, and was about to leave after packing the erhu.

  The hearing of the blind old man is different from that of ordinary people. He heard footsteps close in front of him, stopped his movements, and listened carefully.

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

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

  What determines the destiny of a person's life?

  In fact, even the Buddha could not understand it.

  Buddhism has the theory of reincarnation of cause and effect. If you attribute the sins you have suffered in this life to the previous life, if you practice, you will be liberated after enlightenment.

  But for the people who are struggling at the bottom of the world, it is too far away, and the next meal is practical.

The old man's lips squirmed, and after a while, he said hoarsely: "I don't know what the truth is. I have lived a lifetime. I have seen the warmth and warmth of human feelings and tasted the ups and downs. I don't believe in anything from past and present. I just need to be good. Just stay alive, eat every day, have a bed to sleep, bask in the sun, pull the erhu, and I will be satisfied."

  The wrinkled face showed a childlike smile.

"Many people pity me, hate me, think I am a blind old man, why don't you die sooner, death is also a relief, I think, God let me live, there must be his reason, so life and death Take a breath, then live and see how God can toss."

  The old man said, putting the erhu on his back, bending down and rubbing and lifting the bag: "Thank you girl, I'm not welcome, I won't be hungry for these two days."

  The old man smiled, turned around and walked slowly. He walked very slowly, but the old man, who was still young, took every step very seriously.

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

   Was her past life suffering?

   is very bitter and bitter, it is not an exaggeration to say that it is hell.

  She crawled out of hell, and the moment she opened her eyes, she saw the Buddha.

  The Buddha said that you were born with sins and you need to spend your entire life to atone for your sins.

  She is very confused, it is clear that the Buddha Yun all beings are equal, why she was born with sins.

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

  Twelve years of practice, she has become more and more peaceful, and her nightmares have become less and less, but the confusion has never disappeared.

  Walking down unknowingly, there are fewer people, fewer cars, only street lights to accompany her, walking alone on the streets late at night.

   Zhou's mother called and asked her why she hadn't gone back so late, what happened to her?

  There was a thin warm current across Ming Jing's desolate heart, and she smiled and said, “I'm on the way back, let grandma go to bed early.”

   "Miss, pay attention to safety on your way."

   Ming Jing hung up the phone, and suddenly seven or eight men turned out from the intersection ahead, with cigarettes in their mouths, and looking at Ming Jing with a wicked smile.

"Miss, it's so late, why are you dangling in the street alone? Isn't it lonely? Do you want your brothers to hurt you?" The man looked terribly dirty, and all the men around him laughed and looked at Der Spiegel's gaze. Do not hide maliciousness.

  The whole girl was in the shadows, only a thin and tall silhouette could be seen.

  At this moment, the street light above his head suddenly flashed, and several people subconsciously became nervous.

  The girl walked out of the shadow, and at that moment, the moonlight on the horizon seemed to dim a bit.

  A few men stared at that face fascinatingly: "It's so beautiful, it seems that the girl is not a lie, and today, the guys can have a good start."

  Ming Jing didn't seem to see them, and walked straight forward.

  A few people looked at each other, wondering if this lady was blind?

  When the opponent walked in front of them, a few people even subconsciously gave way. When the opponent was about to go far away, a few talented people reacted, cursing swearing, and quickly chased up.

A man stretched out his hand and grabbed Ming Jing's shoulder. Just when his hand was about to fall on the opponent's shoulder, the opponent looked like he had eyes behind his back, grabbed his wrist, fold it lightly, and the next moment he screamed like a pig. .

  Ming Jing turned around and kicked his opponent's stomach. The man was like a kite with a broken line, hitting a person who was catching up, and the two fell to the ground, extremely embarrassed.

  The other six people were dumbfounded. The man got up from the ground, pointed to Ming Jing and said angrily: "Go on, don't kill her Lao Tzu and her last name today."

  The girl stood indifferently on the spot, her bright eyebrows were pale, her beautiful face was unwavering, her beautiful eyes were deeper and more unpredictable than the night behind her, as if there was some unknown danger lurking.

  A pure white long skirt flutters gently in the night breeze, like a ghost, mysterious and mysterious.

  The other party's counter-intuitive attitude made the hearts of several people a little hairy, so beautiful and so powerful, wouldn't it be a ghost...

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

  The man smiled triumphantly, but gradually, he couldn't laugh, his face became paler and paler.

  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, moaning.

  He didn't even see how the opponent made the move.

  The girl walked out of the shadows, and he realized that she had no footsteps, and her heart was choked, so she wouldn't really hit a ghost.

   glanced at the shadow behind the girl, he was relieved, it's okay...

  He backed down subconsciously, and the girl pressed harder step by step, "You...Don't come..."

  He took out a dagger from his **** pocket and pointed it at the mirror: "I warn you not to come over, or I...I'll be polite to you." He was extremely guilty.

   He closed his eyes and yelled "Ah," and suddenly rushed over.

  The next moment, the body fell heavily, and with a "clang", the dagger fell to the ground.

   Ming Jing picked up the dagger, walked in front of the man, squatted down, the blade of the dagger fell between the man's neck.

   "Who instigated you?"

  The man clenched his teeth, staring at the girl in front of him in resentment and horror.

  The tip of the knife is facing down, from the neck to the heart position a little bit, and then continue down: "Here is the heart, here is the stomach, here is the liver, eh...here is the large intestine and the small intestine..."

  The girl's tone was gentle, but the man's face became pale every inch.

  "Do you know how the mummy is made? First drain all the blood from a person, and then take out all the internal organs...soak in rosin and potion for forty-nine days..."

   "Don't you dare, this is murder..." The man's voice trembled.

  The girl smiled, like a simple child, she stretched out her slender, white left hand: "Do you know how much blood is on my hands? Tell you quietly."

  She lay next to the man's ear, "I have killed more people than you have eaten."

  The man opened his eyes wide, fearing as if he saw a ghost.

   "Don't be afraid, it's just a momentary thing, forbearance will pass." The girl said calmly, but the man was so scared that he peeed his pants.

  She has a face as beautiful as a spring flower and autumn moon, and has the most gentle and beautiful voice, but at this moment in the eyes of a man, she is more terrifying than evil and more terrifying than monsters.

  The girl wrinkled her nose in disgust, like a tantrum, cute and tight, the ghost knew he thought she was cute at this time.

"I said, I said I said everything, it was Liu Shengnan who asked us to teach you. We will follow you from the moment you leave the mall. We really just teach you. There is no other meaning. Please forgive us. Don't dare anymore?"

  The girl frowned slightly: "Liu Shengnan?"

  "She is one of Brother Hui's girlfriends. She is in a vocational high school and often fights with people outside of school. Brother Hui asked us to protect her."

   "Ran Tenghui?"

  The man nodded like garlic.

  Ming Jing smiled, probably knowing the ins and outs.

  The most poisonous thing in the world, it is beyond the hearts of the people. Just because there is a little conflict, it is so taught. It is self-evident what a beautiful girl will encounter in the face of eight punks.

   "Do me a favor?"

  The man nodded quickly, dare he not agree?

   "Sister Nan, as you ordered, everything is done."

  The voice of the man on the phone trembled a little.

   Liu Shengnan, who was applying nail polish, didn't notice, and couldn't help feeling proud: “Thanks for your hard work, tomorrow I will say something for you in front of Brother Hui, how is that bitch?”

   "Sister Nan, what do you think of her?"

  Liu Shengnan was also afraid of killing her: "Teach her a lesson. If you like to keep it for yourself, I think that girl is pretty pretty. Are you not tempted?"

   "Sister Nan joked. By the way, I heard from some of my subordinates this afternoon that Brother Hui seems to be injured and hospitalized. Do you know?"

  The person in the phone was taken aback, and his voice suddenly increased by an octave: "What? I was injured? What's the matter?"

   "So you didn't know. It seems that I fell off a horse riding a horse in the afternoon. The injury was serious."

   "Which hospital he lives in, I'll see him tomorrow."

  "I will ask you and tell you later, wait for my news."

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

  "Very well, see you tomorrow."

Shi Shiran got up, and saw that the girl took out a wet wipe from her bag, and not only did she wipe each finger slowly, she moved softly, and her every move was as graceful as a painting, but after what happened just now, he only felt This girl is terrible.

  Gently raised his hand, the wet wipes fluttered into the trash can.

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

  The little brother clutched his stomach and crawled over: "Brother, what on earth does she want to do?"

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

   "If we become her lackeys, will Sister Nan sue us in front of Brother Hui?"

Qian Weibai glanced at him: "Who do you think we are? Brother Hui has everything to do, and we can't even remember our names. We are just a little girl in Baihutang. As for Liu Shengnan, do you know how many girlfriends Hui has? She is just one of the most inconspicuous. Brother Hui was greedy for freshness at the beginning, and gradually became bored. Otherwise, why would she not know if Brother Hui was injured? The relationship between the woman and Brother Hui just now is absolutely unusual, let's observe and observe."

  Several people supported each other, stumbling and leaving.

   "Fuck... That girl is so cruel, I'm about to shift my internal organs."

   "Shhh, be careful to be heard by her..."

   "She doesn't have a tailwind, so what is she afraid of..."

It was almost eleven o'clock when Ming Jing arrived at Zhu's house, and the living room of Zhu's house was brightly lit.

  Lin Qing was sitting on the sofa in the living room, and when she saw her walk in, her lips squirmed: "Let's wash and sleep."

  The words fell over the drape on his shoulders, and got upstairs.

Zhou Ma took the bag in Ming Jing's hand and whispered: "Madam urges me to call you. She has been sitting in the living room since dinner. Miss, Madam does not say anything, but I am worried about you in my heart. "

  Mingjing returned to the room, and was speechless all night.

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

   Before leaving, he said to Ming Jing: "Don't crowd the subway, I will give you one of my cars, and I have asked a driver to pick you up, and let him follow you when you go out."

  Ming Jing paused, looked up at Lin Qing, Lin Qing walked out of the living room without looking back.

  In a short period of time, she seems to be haggard a lot, and her delicate makeup can hardly cover her haggard.

  The son had an accident, the husband cheated, and the two daughters had their own bad feelings. This once extremely proud woman gradually began to compromise with her fate.

  Today's Zhu Xiangxiang is more silent than before, and after breakfast, he took up his schoolbag and left.

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

  She gave the BMW to Der Spiegel.

  A young man stood by the BMW car, and when he saw her coming out, he immediately bent over respectfully.

  "Hello, Miss, I am your new driver, A Qing, and I will serve you in the future." Then he walked over and opened the back seat door.

   Ming Jing slightly narrowed his eyes and looked at him quietly.

  The man couldn't help but raised his head, blinked at her secretly, and raised his voice: "Miss, please get in the car."

   Ming Jing bent over and got in.

  The man secretly breathed a sigh of relief, went around the front of the car and got on the driver's seat to start the car and leave.

  There was silence in the carriage.

  After a long time, Ming Jing said lightly: "Your disguise skills are good."

   "Hey, I know I can't hide from your eyes, and pretending to be a man is exhausting me." The mad male voice just now turned into a charming and crisp female voice, and the source was the driver of the car.

   "Why?" Ming Jing asked.

  "You are Ayu'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, smart people are like that, they only believe what they think.

  But she couldn't laugh, so she sighed.

   "Be my driver, don't you feel wronged?"

   "When I was performing tasks, Xiao San'er did it all. What a grievance is this. I am willing to protect you. Ayu knows that you are still alive and will be very happy."

  She had a very casual tone, and she said and laughed.

   "I used to joked with Ayu, and I will have a child to be a parent. This is great. I gave birth to a son, and she gave birth to a daughter. It's just that the stinky boy is too young to be your brother."

  Zheng Qing saw the girl's eyes bend through the rearview mirror. She has never been emotionally weak. This is almost the first time she saw her smile.

  Zheng Qing was stunned for a moment, as he thought he was his own daughter. This little habit of laughing is exactly the same as that of Ayu, implicitly like a little daughter-in-law.

   "Your current identity, is it okay?"

"Don't worry, I have not been for nothing for so many years. The highest level of disguise is to replace it. A person cannot completely disappear from the world, but if she becomes another person, or the opposite sex, those people can only be in the ocean. I found a needle."

  "But time is too tight, I still have a little tail left. I will deal with it these few days."

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

  One thing she still doesn't understand. She seems to know everything at a young age. Did Ayu tell her everything before she died? But at that time she should be still in her infancy, or what did Ayu leave behind? For example, record all her stories and leave them to Ming Spiegel, wait for her to discover everything when she grows up, and avenge her mother?

In the year Ayu died, she was on an assassination mission abroad, so she didn't know what happened, but Ayu once had a lover, and Ayu quit the organization on the condition of the last mission in exchange for staying with her lover. .

  She didn't know exactly what happened, but she had a vague guess.

  She feels that all the mysteries lies in Der Spiegel, and there should be answers.

  Ming Jing just ate a few bites of food at noon, the shadow fell in front of her, and a man sat opposite her.

  The cafeteria commotion instantly, and countless eyes shot over.

  Ding Jing raised his head, Jiang Jinchen opened the medical kit and said to Ming Jing: "Put out your hand."

  Mingjing had already removed the gauze. After Jiang Jinchen saw it, his brow was tight and he could kill a fly.

  He glanced at Ming Spiegel and said nothing, which made people quite stressed.

  Mingjing pursed her lips: "It doesn't hurt anymore."

  The wound has crusted, and the tender red scars are particularly eye-catching on the white palm.

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

  Tao Xingxing observes his eyes, nose, nose, and heart, trying to minimize his sense of existence, and he has a full range of knowledge and does not miss a little gossip.

  Jiang Jinchen took the medicine and left. As soon as he left, the whole cafeteria was in a commotion. Jiang Jinchen was always cold. He didn't even look at the school girl. Now he is careful to give a girl's hand medicine.

  What does this mean?

  Everyone is not a fool. Someone took photos and posted on the forum, some jealously stared at Mingjing, and even more emotionally began to curse the street.

  Tao Xingxing blinked: "I always thought Jiang Xiaocao liked Zhu Xiangxiang, and it would be a good school grass to correct evil and return to righteousness."

  Tao Xingxing and Mingjing walked out of the school gate after school. After an afternoon of fermentation, when Mingjing left the school gate, it was almost all the attention.

  Mingjing got into a BMW car with countless eyes, and the girls who were full of sorrow and jealousy suddenly thought that she was the daughter of Zhu's family, authentic Bai Fumei, and then looked at their small broken car and sighed.

After getting into the car, Ming Jing said, "Go to Nanjing Road."

  Zheng Qing raised her eyebrows, the car drifted beautifully, and turned on another road.

  (End of this chapter)

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