Yi Xing

The theme of our meeting this time, apart from finding the secrets of summer and introducing me to friends in Tangcheng, is how to fill out the application for Ning Xiner, who is Tangcheng's little girlfriend.

Ning Xin'er did well in the exam, her estimated score was more than 680, and the full score of the Tongcheng High School Entrance Examination was only more than 700, and more than 680 is considered a very high score, logically there should be no entanglement.

But good students have good students thinking.

The little girl has a lot of troubles. She also wants to go abroad, but she hasn't made up her mind yet, so I don't know whether it is better to fill in the general high school or the international department. As for the school, the three men present all go to school in Hua'an, but Tongcheng is the best. His high school is the provincial middle school, and the Hua'an score line is one or two points lower than the provincial middle school every year.

Hua'an's advantage lies in its excellent location, right in the bustling city center, but the province is located at the junction of Tongcheng and neighboring cities - the traffic is extremely inconvenient, and it is a good place to hang out and have fun.

Fu Yixing analyzed the pros and cons of various plans to Ning Xin'er in an orderly manner, but he didn't show any of his own emotional tendencies. He asked Ning Xiner to make her own choice, and Tang Cheng didn't intervene, and used a spoon to stir in the boiling pot. Stirring, keep feeding his girlfriend some hairy belly, goose intestines, things that need to be controlled.

I listened silently from the sidelines, occasionally being taken care of by Tang Cheng by the way.

After Fu Yixing had finished speaking, Tang Cheng began to brag about Hua'an's International Department in a fancy way, and he was so hyped up that there were no reasons why he couldn't get on the table.

I can vaguely feel that Tang Cheng is in a rather passive position in this relationship. I don't know if I am worrying too much. I always think that his sloppy appearance is to cover up his anxiety.

When Ning Xiner went to the bathroom, Tang Cheng finally began to blame Fu Yixing for not standing by him, and asked me what I thought.

I can see that Ning Xiner is yearning for Hua'an's International Department under Tangcheng's glib Amway, but I don't think this is a good choice.

She is now in a relationship with Tang Cheng, and only "where her boyfriend is" can give Hua An's international department a lot of bonuses, but if they break up in the future, or if she gradually feels that studying in China is more beneficial, she has no way out up.

Besides, I always thought it was stupid to decide my future direction for love when I was a teenager.

Love is a side dish, and rational life planning is the staple food.

I still remember the three chapters of agreement between Tang Cheng and me, thinking about what to say in order to save Tang Cheng some face.

In the end, I didn't come up with a good wording, and said very directly: "I think it is very irrational to let emotions limit future choices when you are a teenager."

When I said this, I was very worried that Tang Cheng would have some opinion on me because of this, and I was even unwilling to make friends with me from then on.

If that's the case, at most, my days of living under the fence will be even more difficult...

I don't care much about whether life is good or not, and it shouldn't be too bad.

Tang Cheng didn't respond, and continued to stir the hot pot with a spoon, but Fu Yixing gave me a gloomy look.

His eyes are really beautiful.

Tang Cheng was silent for a while, then gave me half a bowl of fat beef, and said bitterly, you are right.

I don't know what choice Ning Xiner made, but I started to have diarrhea when I got home that day.

Lessons show that it is very irrational to eat hot pot after eating a cup of watermelon smoothie and a tall cone.

At the end of July, Tongcheng started the roasting mode.

The long days and scorching air make it hard to maintain a sad mood.

The scorching sun, which is not very friendly, can relieve my repeated melancholy.

Tangcheng's motto should be - how can summer be so beautiful.

Whenever he pours soda down his throat, swallows half an ice cream ball in one gulp, and eats half a watermelon with a spoon, I can almost see tears in his eyes that don't exist.

He is different from me, he likes summer best.

If summer does not correspond to disasters, I would probably be able to like this hot and refreshing season like most adolescent boys.

Tang Cheng always asked me to go swimming with Fu Yixing, but I refused with various reasons.

I think I should still keep a little distance from him.

Under my careful management, Fu Yixing and I are still the most unfamiliar existences in the friend list even though we have Tangcheng's relationship.

An uncle of the traffic police forwarded the notice of Jinghai Temple recruiting short-term practice monks in his circle of friends.

People like them cannot believe in Buddhism. Reposting this kind of notice should be thinking of my dad.

My dad's ashes are in the merit hall of Jinghai Temple. I asked him if he could help me get a spot.

I am very aware of my cruel and cold nature - a person like me needs to strengthen his emotions through the senses, otherwise I will forget my father's kindness to me.

The summer heat forced me to stop the sadness of losing a loved one. I must hurry up to catch the trace of sadness and engrave the ten-year relationship between father and son in my heart.

That uncle really managed to arrange me among the practitioners, and I took extra care of them—they spent much more time studying Buddhism than me. Except for two hours in the morning and two hours in the afternoon for me to study scriptures, They all followed the monks on duty to entertain visitors in the merit hall.

Most of the ashes of martyrs or celebrities are stored here, and most of the people who come here to commemorate the dead are quiet, with light steps when they come, and no noise when they go.

In this room filled with sandalwood and the temperature of the air conditioner is just right, it is easy to let go of the mind.

I need to get myself thinking so I don't sink into empty despair.

I rough-planned my life and filled the frame with something new every day.

If my dad is still alive, I will definitely go to the police academy. I am influenced by him and I really want to be a person who dedicates myself to the society, but I have no idea about this at all.

It’s really disrespectful to have such thoughts like me in such an environment, but I can’t help but think that life is already very difficult, and it’s because of my father and my own mother’s good education that a person like me can not fall into doom.

What can I study if I don't take the police academy.

I feel that I have no interest in any career, and I can't wait to waste my time every day.

Every day when I think of this, I stop with a guilty conscience.

Among the people who came to practice in the same period, I was the only one with a wicked mind.

The host here is probably because I am young and afraid that I will not be able to bear the loneliness. He often finds some young monks to chat with me, or asks me to do some more mundane tasks, such as sending away those who try to store the ashes of their relatives in the merit hall. People who have no confidence.

I can't count how many times during this time I have explained what kind of charitable deeds I need to do or how much incense money I need to donate to get a drawer in the Hall of Merit.

Temples are indeed temples, but where there are people, it is dunya, and temples are just a little less vulgar than those more vulgar places.

I once received a wealthy businessman who donated so much incense money to reserve a place for himself in this place.

At that time, the monks around me were full of embarrassment, maybe they were afraid that I would feel disillusioned, or maybe they were afraid that I would lose a little respect for this temple in my heart.

I smiled at him to express my understanding, this place is still human after all.

How could I be disillusioned? I already knew there were married monks here.

People nowadays do not believe in Buddhism, so they are not so strict with monks.

I'm as easygoing as most people.