Surprise! Whose little green tea is 1.9 meters tall?

Foxiang Temple is located on the top of a mountain by the lake. The entire mountain is covered with undeveloped bamboo forests. When the temperature drops at night, the fog is thick and covers the mountainside. From a distance, the swaying bright yellow at the top of the temple looks like a miracle from the gods.

Chi Qinghe stepped onto the last stone step in a very awkward manner. When he knelt down again, the unhealed wound on his knee was forcibly opened again. Bright red blood rushed out of the wound and soaked the long steps again.

His eyes were dazed, his lips were pale, there were a few yellowed bamboo leaves stuck in his hair, and his clothes were extremely dirty, as if he had rolled in the mud several times.

The cold sweat on his forehead slid into his eyes, stinging and painful, but he didn't even have the strength to wipe it away. After praying and kowtowed for the last time with trembling hands, he still didn't dare to relax and staggered towards the temple gate.

The vermilion temple gate had dimmed considerably after more than a hundred years of wind and rain, with the original wood color showing along the jagged cracks at the bottom.

He stood alone in front of the door, his expression suddenly became stiff, his hands frozen in mid-air, hesitant to put them down.

People are always greedy. Even if they have rehearsed the scenario of being rejected countless times in their minds, when the moment comes, they still can't help but feel a little bit of luck in their hearts.

What if...it happens this time?

"Squeak-"

The dilapidated wooden door was opened. Chi Qinghe pried his eyes open and looked forward, only to see that all the incense, candles and oil lamps in the yard were lit.

In the flickering candlelight, he met the eyes of the three white-bearded old men.

"Amitabha."

……

It was already late at night when Chi Qinghe returned covered in wounds.

Even though I observed from outside that the lights in the room were off, I still subconsciously lowered my voice.

But he was so tired and in so much pain that after sitting in the entrance hall and changing his shoes, he couldn't get up. He just leaned back and lay on the floor, closing his eyes to regain his strength.

"Qing and Qingqing."

Xiaoqing flew over from the birdbath in the living room, intending to land on the boy's fingertips, but after seeing the look on his master's face, he stomped on the floor and jumped to Chi Qinghe's side.

The black round eyes blinked, as if feeling distressed, and the furry head kept rubbing against Chi Qinghe's face.

"Qingheqingqing, it hurts... it's dirty..."

"It's ok."

Chi Qinghe was too tired to lift his arms, so he could only turn his head and respond to Xiaoqing with the tip of his nose. His voice was hoarse and dry, not at all as pleasant as usual.

"They are all asleep."

"Ok!"

"That's good, I'll lie down for a while..." Chi Qinghe breathed a sigh of relief, closed his eyes and fell into a light sleep.

Xiaoqing consciously stopped talking. She flapped her wings and nestled in Chi Qinghe's palm, using her small body to keep the boy warm.

Ten minutes later, the phone in my pocket suddenly vibrated.

Chi Qinghe was woken up in the middle of his sleep and felt a little uncomfortable. He squinted his eyes and fumbled in his pocket for a long time.

Seeing "Gong Shimu" flashing on the screen, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

There's a kind of annoyance in being forced to work overtime by an unscrupulous boss, but having to resist and yet accept it.

Gong Shimu: "Are you asleep?"

Chi Qinghe: "..."

Gong Shimu: "It's urgent. I'll give you a minute to come down. I'm at the door."

Chi Qinghe: “…Okay.”

After saying this, he immediately turned off his phone, got up from the floor, and leaned against the wall with his head tilted.

Then... close your eyelids and prepare to take a nap.

As a result, I fell asleep while dozing off. When I woke up, all I saw was a blur.

Its daybreak?

The lingering smell of disinfectant lingered at the tip of his nose, and there was an almost inaudible sound of keyboards in his ears. He turned his head and met Gong Shimu's tired brows.

Seeing the person on the hospital bed staring at him with his dark eyes wide open without blinking, Gong Shimu was stunned for a moment, then quickly put down the computer.

"Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?"

"No."

It would have been fine if he didn't make any sound, but as soon as he made a sound, Chi Qinghe felt his throat hurt, as if it had been sawed, dry and unpleasant.

Gong Shimu handed him a glass of water.

Chi Qinghe sat up from the bed and was about to take it when he found that all the wounds on his body had been bandaged. He looked at the man.

"Thank you."

"Don't rush to speak if your throat hurts."

Gong Shimu continued to hold up the computer, and when he spoke again, he suddenly put on the oppressive face of a sinful capitalist.

"In fifteen minutes, the technical department will hold a summary meeting regarding yesterday's system vulnerabilities. You'll listen to it for a while, and then..."

He looked at the time on his watch and said, "Submit a phased plan to me before noon."

Chi Qinghe: ...

Haha, as expected, there are no kind creditors in this world!

I really want to pour all the water in the cup on this person’s face!

Let him work overtime as soon as he wakes up!

Seeing no response from the other side, Gong Shimu withdrew his gaze from the computer screen, looked at the bed, and kindly added, "Is there a problem?"

Chi Qinghe took another big gulp of water, and the words he spoke were quite harsh.

"No."

Gong Shimu raised an eyebrow, pretending not to notice someone's resentment, "That's good."

"One more thing." Gong Shimu pulled his phone out of his suit jacket pocket. "Someone from the gold shop called and said the bracelet you ordered is almost ready, and asked you to come over quickly."

"When?"

"About two hours ago."

Chi Qinghe: "..."

Sure enough, he should have poured out the glass of water!

Chi Qinghe forced himself to swallow the anger bubbling in the back of his throat and said with a smile, "I understand. I'll make another appointment with him."

Gong Shimu's typing hand paused for a moment. Even though he already had the answer in his mind, he still pretended to ask casually.

"That bracelet, is it for Sui Sui? A birthday present?"

"Ah."

Gong Shimu's heart was shaken, and a smile suddenly appeared on the corner of his mouth. "People of your age, shouldn't you like those luxury brand bracelets and silver chains? Wouldn't a gold bracelet be a bit out of fashion?"

"Gold preserves its value. It's golden, not tacky, and looks great, just like the sun."

Chi Qinghe looked at Gong Shimu with a serious expression.

"And even if he doesn't like it, I have a backup plan. If he wants a red rope, I'll ask for it. If he likes robots, I can also build him one. As long as it doesn't cross his bottom line, I can meet all his requests."

The two stared at each other in silence for a long time. Gong Shimu's gaze fell on the boy's wound wrapped in white bandages.

His forehead, elbows, palms... many places were scratched and bruised, especially his knees. How many times did he kneel to get himself into this state?

Just a few strings of Buddhist beads, is it necessary to fight so hard...

But he had to admit that he was jealous of his younger brother.

"I don't have much to say, but I just want to remind you that the Gong family has strict rules. I'm already a joke. They will never allow Sui Sui to follow my path again. Besides, you're a..."