There is someone in my heart

Zhou Jingwei considered himself a staunch materialist, but at this moment, he felt a bit of awe.

He told himself that everything exists for a reason, that's all.

Step up the steps and walk into the courtyard in front of the main hall of the temple. There is an incense burner in front of the main hall. Fresh smoke and old incense are intertwined, and the incense is in full bloom.

Probably because there are so many people on weekends.

Zhou Jingwei saw the acacia tree on the right side of the courtyard.

The acacia tree in Ling'an Temple is said to be an ancient tree handed down from the Tang Dynasty. It is covered with marriage talismans that people asked for from the temple. They are stacked on top of each other and sway in the wind.

Zhou Jingwei never thought that one day he would do such a ridiculous thing.

He entered the crowd and found the one Cheng Weiyue had tied among the dazzling marriage charms.

It's like looking for a needle in a haystack, and it doesn't even make sense.

Didn’t the little girl say it herself?

She no longer believes in Buddhism.

But he went to find it anyway, being stubborn enough.

Everything in this world has its own destiny.

Zhou Jingwei really found the marriage charm promised by Cheng Weiyue.

The marriage amulet was tied with a red silk ribbon, with her and Zhao Hanchen's names written on it.

Zhou Jingwei did not read the contents of the marriage talisman. His face was as sinking as water, and he walked to the incense burner nearby, letting the marriage talisman be swallowed up inside and turned into ashes little by little.

He just wants to ruin people's marriages.

He thought that he was not afraid of any retribution.

But when lovers passed by and prayed together under the acacia tree and made devout wishes, Zhou Jingwei was still touched.

There were so many people in this world, but he was always alone.

Later, he tried every means to keep Cheng Weiyue by his side, but in fact, he still felt unspeakably uneasy.

All his certainty and belief, and the love game he thought he had a chance to win, finally became vulnerable and fragile in his indulging in love for Cheng Weiyue day after day.

He was not sure that she would really stay with him after the three-month period.

But he couldn't let go of Cheng Weiyue, even if she didn't love him.

So by some strange coincidence, he actually walked towards the temple not far away.

The Buddha lowered his eyebrows and chanted, and Guanyin was compassionate and universal.

There was a monk who was banging the wooden fish in his hand, and what he was mumbling was difficult-to-speak Sanskrit.

Zhou Jingwei stood in the center of the hall, looking at the shining golden Buddha statue in front of him.

Someone walked in, knelt on the futon, kowtowed devoutly, then clasped his hands on his chest, closed his eyes, and murmured something.

Zhou Jingwei's originally careless heart suddenly felt a bit inexplicable and solemn.

He should be a staunch materialist.

Zhou Jingwei had always felt this way before that day.

But after the kneeling people left, Zhou Jingwei bent his legs and knelt in front of the Buddha.

The sunshine at noon was bright and flamboyant. If someone passed by, they would see a man with a solemn face standing between the doors, in the hall with scattered light and shadow, bending down to worship.

Zhou Jingwei asked for one thing in front of the Buddha that day. He asked Cheng Weiyue to only love him for the rest of his life.

How ridiculous, he is also looking for marriage.

A monk who looked like an abbot came over, twirling Buddhist beads in his hand, and asked him with a low eyebrow: "What does the donor want?"

Zhou Jingwei said: "Seeking marriage."

"Then the donor can do the same as everyone else and hang up the marriage amulet on the acacia tree outside. Things like the marriage amulet are sincere and spiritual."

Does sincerity lead to spirituality?

Zhou Jingwei lowered his eyebrows, stood up slowly, and whispered to the abbot: "Thank you very much."

The abbot smiled kindly and said, "You're welcome. The donor is someone who has a predestined relationship with the Buddha."

Zhou Jingwei accepted his kind words.

The ink used for the marriage talisman is a special golden color, which is bright and distinct when it falls on the red paper.

Zhou Jingwei's handwriting is very good, but it doesn't match his elegant appearance. It's just wild cursive writing.

The abbot on the side watched Zhou Jingwei finish writing and said with a smile: "The donor's words have mountains and rivers in his heart."

"Where are the mountains and rivers?" Zhou Jingwei put the brush on the pen holder and let the breeze dry the ink. He pinched the corner of the marriage talisman with his slender fingers. He narrowed his black eyes slightly and then smiled and said, "I only have one person in my heart."

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Having one person in your heart is enough to overcome mountains and rivers.

Cheng Cunzheng was not in high spirits at noon. During the meal, he turned over the same stir-fried seaweed and commented with a frown: "Ruolan, why are you frying this vegetable so old?"

"It's good to eat some. Are you still too dissatisfied with this thing?" Zhao Ruolan raised her voice several times, raised her eyebrows and said, "Cheng Cunzheng, don't make trouble for me here!"

Hearing this attitude, Cheng Weiyue knew that her mother was about to get angry, so she quickly acted as a peacemaker, "Dad, this is not called old, this is called delicious. If you try it again, you must be wrong."

Unexpectedly, Cheng Cunzheng not only did not climb down the pole, but put down his chopsticks and said eloquently: "I plan to go back to work at Peking University."

"Can you please stop fussing! You're already in your sixties, why are you still acting like a young man?" Zhao Ruolan also threw the chopsticks on the table with a "pop" sound, her face looking angry.

Blushing: "I'm leaving my words here for you, I don't agree! I'm exhausted and don't have a few dollars of idle work, so you can do whatever you want in a hurry!"

Cheng Weiyue listened quietly, thinking that the two of them had discussed this matter privately early in the morning. I was afraid that she was called back this time to decide the outcome.

She didn't want to comment too much and just asked Cheng Cunzheng: "Dad, what kind of job is this? It's so good. Why do you suddenly want to work?"

"It's just a job of proofreading texts in a library," Cheng Cunzheng sighed and said, "It's not because I'm really bored at home and I want to find something to do."

"Are you bored at home?" Zhao Ruolan's anger gradually increased with Cheng Cunzheng's words: "You are so bored that I haven't seen you help me with any housework!"

"Don't you think I didn't do it well because I didn't do it? It's not that I didn't want to do it!"

"What do you mean? You mean it's my fault?"

"That's not what I meant. It's in front of my daughter. Don't be like this..."

"Huh," Zhao Ruolan stood up, snorted coldly and left: "I can't control you anymore. Who cares? Even if you are 80 years old, I will never stop you!"

Cheng Weiyue understands that her mother has a sharp tongue and a soft heart.

His words were harsh, but what he really thought in his heart was just because he was worried about Cheng Cunzheng's health.

Cheng Weiyue watched Zhao Ruolan walk away, then looked at Cheng Cunzheng and said: "Dad, have you thought clearly, must you go?"

Cheng Cunzheng said: "I must go, I have contacted the school."

"If that's the case, then I won't stop you." Cheng Weiyue said with a smile: "But you must pay attention to your health. If you break your body for the sake of work, then the gain will outweigh the loss."
Chapter completed!