Newlywed and old love, the president's secret bride

Chapter 142 Love is destiny ([-]) Duan Zijin had a terrible dream.

In the dream, a tall man walked towards an endless darkness.She couldn't see his face clearly, but he knew at a glance that it must be Jiang Lin's deep and steady figure.Duan Zijin ran to catch up, but got farther and farther away from him.

She cried and called his name, hysterical, her liver and gallbladder split.She didn't know why she was so heartbroken, it was so painful that it was about to bleed, she stroked her chest with her hand, and pressed it hard twice, and when she spread it out again, there was indeed a sticky dark red blood in the palm of her hand.

She screamed, but the man in front stopped suddenly.

Duan Zijin panted tremblingly, rubbed the blood on his clothes casually, and ran behind him without hesitation.

"Jiang Lin..." She called him weakly.

The man didn't respond, Duan Zijin raised his voice and called him: "Jiang Lin!"

Now, the man finally turned around.

When he turned his head, Duan Zijin's pupils shrank violently.

His handsome face was as pale as paper, and there was a strange and sinister aura everywhere, and there was a weird smile on the corner of his thin mouth.

Duan Zijin took two steps back subconsciously, but his reaction was faster than hers, and he suddenly stretched out his hand, strangling her tightly by the throat.

She didn't even have room to dodge, and she was lifted up by him.His voice was hoarse as if the wind was blowing gravel, rubbing against the tombstone in the cemetery, "Duan You, why do you always chase me first, and then start hiding from me after you catch up?"

Duan Zijin's trachea was pinched by his palm, and she couldn't breathe at all, and his question made her suffocate even more.

The man's expression became more severe in an instant, and his slender five fingers mercilessly penetrated into her bleeding chest, smashing one of her hearts.

Duan Zijin was in so much pain that he couldn't cry out, his forehead was covered with cold sweat, all kinds of strange voices appeared in his ears, weak, small, crying and laughing...

Among them, a woman's voice was very clear, "If you don't want to kill him, don't show up again!"

At the same time, Jiang Lin's face became more and more sickly, and in the end he was no different from a dead person. He held her tightly in his hands, like a bug that could be crushed to death at will, "Why did you come back? You killed me, you killed me!"

"Jiang Lin!"

Duan Zijin yelled out sadly.

She sat up straight suddenly, and the blurry scene in front of her eyes gradually became clearer as her pupils focused.

She was lying on a hard couch, covered with a simple quilt.

Such a quilt... the last time Duan Zijin saw it was when he was training in the university.

The position she was in was facing a mottled wall, with a sense of age in its simplicity.

On that wall, a huge "Zen" character is particularly eye-catching.

here is……

Fragments of memories squeezed into her mind from all directions, and the last frame of the frame was her stumbling up the mountain at night.There was no signal on the mountain, so she couldn't contact the people down the mountain.I had no choice but to go up all the way, and when I was almost exhausted, I saw a Buddhist temple standing far away in the night.

She was overjoyed, climbed up the [-] steps, and banged on the gate of the monastery vigorously. After an unknown amount of time, she finally collapsed from exhaustion.

Is this the wing room of the Buddhist temple?

Duan Zijin raised his hand and touched his chest, his tense nerves gradually relaxed——

It turned out to be a dream.

There was a regular knock on the door, "Benefactor, are you awake? Can I go in?"

The shout just now made Duan Zijin speak again at this time, his throat seemed to be torn apart, "Wait a moment."

She rubbed to the side of the couch, put on her shoes, and her legs were so weak that she almost knelt on the ground, her calves were trembling like cramps, she leaned on the wall and walked to the door, and opened it.

At the door was a young monk of about thirteen or fourteen years old, wearing gray cotton clothes, holding a medicine bowl in his hand, with a good-natured smile in his big black eyes, "Female benefactor, you have been ill for a day. I'll give you some medicine to dispel the cold."

Duan Zi was stunned, raised his eyes, and there was indeed a sunset glow in the sky.

Can't help but frown in annoyance, why did she sleep for so long?

The little monk outside the door had been standing there with a medicine bowl waiting for her in a daze. Duan Zijin came back to his senses, and quickly moved aside to make way: "Thank you, little master."

The little monk went in to put down the medicine, turned around and raised his face to look at her, "Almsgiver, do you come to the temple to offer incense?"

Duan Zijin pursed his dry lips, and said with difficulty: "No."

The little monk asked strangely: "Then you are?"

"I heard people say that there is a cemetery in the back mountain of the temple, and I want to go in and have a look." After Duan Zijin finished speaking, he added politely, "If it's convenient."

The little monk was very surprised. He has been in the monastery for ten years. It can be said that he grew up in the monastery since he was a child.In the past ten years, no outsider has entered the cemetery in Houshan except for Jiang's benefactor.

He asked puzzledly, "What are you doing there?"

Duan Zi shyly replied: "My friend's relatives were from the town at the foot of the mountain, and they were buried in the ancient town after death. I was entrusted by my friend to find her tomb."

The little monk thought about it seriously, and the dozens of people buried in the back mountain were all anonymous, or people who committed many crimes during their lifetime. The only person with relatives was Jiang's benefactor's mother.But benefactor Jiang himself is in the temple, so he wouldn't entrust others to find his mother's tomb, would he?

So he said: "Benefactor, I'm afraid there is no tomb you're looking for here, why don't you go to the town down the mountain to have a look..."

Duan Zijin hurriedly interrupted him, "Little master, I know this request is very abrupt, but this matter is very important to me and my friends. I promise not to do anything disrespectful to the deceased in the cemetery, please You accommodate."

The little monk saw that she had a serious face in front of him, and she didn't seem to be joking, so he also put away his smile and bowed solemnly, "Amitabha, the female benefactor, the deceased is the most important thing, I have to ask the abbot of the temple first about this matter. "

Duan Zijin also bowed to him, "Thank you little master."

*

Across the wall, the man was still sitting at the wooden table copying scriptures.

From time to time, there is a sharp pain in the right hand.His hands were still bandaged yesterday morning, and the broken bones inside had probably been treated by doctors.Before leaving, Jiang Lin calmly and decisively removed the two pieces of gypsum boards that fixed the palms and backs of his hands without any hesitation.

Last night, I copied the scriptures until late at night, and I didn't feel anything before going to bed.But when I woke up this morning, my right hand was so painful that I could hardly move it.

He couldn't hold the pen several times, let alone what to write and what scriptures to copy. After a whole day, he only copied a few lines.

A little restlessness suddenly rose in his heart, and his handsome eyebrows were twisted into a knot.Just as he was staring at the scriptures on the table and thinking about what to do, a shrill cry suddenly came from an unknown direction——

Jiang Lin.

His chest trembled suddenly, and a faint disbelief flashed through his black eyes.

That voice was so familiar that his chest and eardrums resonated together.

For a moment, he was a little uncertain whether it was a hallucination or reality—he had often suffered from tinnitus in the past six months.

Jiang Lin frowned, and waited quietly for a long time, the air disturbed by his scorching and tense breathing gradually eased in the setting sun.

For a long time, there was no further movement.

It was indeed his hallucination.

He raised his hand and pressed it on his left chest, it was just a phantom cry, the anxiety and helplessness in his tone made his heart feel like it was tightly clenched.

He copied the Buddhist scriptures several times last night. Even though he didn't understand the deep meaning between the lines, he could clearly feel the precipitation of his mind.However, this settled mood was turned upside down by a hallucination in the evening.

Jiang Lin's eyes flashed every indifferent expression and every hurtful word she said in the past month.

It turns out that long, long ago, she said, "Don't use my love for you as a bargaining chip, because the decision...is not in your hands."

Has she given up on him since then?Later, no matter how many things he did for her, she always suffered quietly, without gratitude or rejection.

The only time he got angry was when he shot Tang Jichi outside day.off.

She is distressed.

Jiang Lin felt that he must have gone crazy that night, to treat her like that.

Seeing the tears of humiliation on her face, his heart was pierced like a knife.

But no amount of pain could relieve the fear of losing her.

He wanted to tell her in an extreme way that she was his and no one could interfere.

Before he met Duan Zijin, he thought that his love was pampering and pampering Belle, they were as plain as water, but treated each other like guests.

After meeting Duan Zijin, he realized that there is still a kind of emotion in this world, hot and hot, torturing each other, always wanting to push the other party into the furnace to melt with him, so that he can fully possess and integrate completely.

His feelings for her were like this, he gritted his teeth but couldn't hate him thoroughly, pierced his heart but couldn't give up.

So no matter how many times he told himself in the past month, let go of this woman who can easily defeat his reason.But when she reappeared, even if she was just passing by, even if she still had a hurtful indifference, he could still feel his dead heart revive amidst the stinging pain.

On the last day, by the river on a rainy night, he said he would wait until she wanted to come.

So she didn't come all night.

Duan Zijin, how could you be so decisive.

How could it be that in the end, the person I couldn't let go of became me?

Jiang Lin suddenly coughed a few times heavily, and a few traces of fishy sweetness welled up in his throat.The turbid breath blown away the thin paper on the table, his cold eyes touched the pages of Sanskrit scriptures that he could not understand, and a cold smile appeared on the corners of his lips.

I believe in Yuan, not Buddha; Yuan believes in Buddha, but not me.

*

The little monk left and came back soon. When Duan Zijin saw him come back, he hurriedly asked, "How is it, little master? Did the abbot agree?"

"Amitabha, the master agreed." The little monk smiled at her, "However, the cemetery on the back mountain is a bit far from the temple, and it takes a long time to climb up the mountain to get there. The master said that you are still weak, and it is too late now. , you'd better go up the mountain tomorrow."

tomorrow?Duan Zijin bit her lip, she can wait until tomorrow, can Jiang Lin wait?

She is really uncomfortable all over now, and it's also because she doesn't know how to take care of herself at ordinary times, and she always has a mediocre mentality, and only realizes that having a good body is more important than anything else at critical moments.

"No, I can now..."

Duan Zijin didn't finish his sentence, and just took two steps, his legs were weak and he almost fell to the ground.

The little monk was shocked, and quickly reached out to support her, muttering: "Amitabha, Amitabha..."

Master has said that a man and a woman are inseparable from each other, but Master has also said that monks are compassionate.

These two kinds of admonitions were going to blow his brains out, the little monk blushed, and while supporting the female benefactor, he closed his eyes and recited the Buddha's name.

Although Duan Zijin understood his embarrassment, he still couldn't help being amused by his appearance at this time.

She used her strength to sit down on the wooden stool, retracted her arms, and said calmly, "Thank you, little master."

"Amitabha." The little monk recited it a dozen times without stopping before persuading him, "Almsgiver, look, with your condition, you can only go up the mountain tomorrow."

Duan Zi frowned, and nodded in embarrassment.

I hope tomorrow...it's still too late.

*

Coming out of the benefactor's room, the little monk went to the back kitchen, and then went to benefactor Jiang with the medicine bowl.

The one on the left is sick, and the one on the right is sick. He feels that he will soon become a boy who specializes in serving medicine in the hospital these two days. He must recite the scriptures several times in evening class to avoid disasters.

When he entered, the men in the house were packing up their things.

The little monk asked: "Sir, are you leaving?"

Jiang Lin stopped what he was doing, and said calmly: "Well, I will go down the mountain early tomorrow morning. I have disturbed you for the past two days. I still need to borrow the Buddhist hall in the temple tonight."

He only copied the Buddhist scriptures four times, and had to go to the Buddhist hall to recite the remaining three times, so that he can return to Yucheng tomorrow.

The little monk smiled, "Then do you want to go up to the back mountain tomorrow?"

"No." Jiang Lin said calmly, "It will be the same again next year."