On how to pursue a Buddhist teacher

On a night after the summer rain, the room is filled with the fragrance of tuberose, the wind blows in from the balcony, and an old chandelier in the living room is dimly lit. Under the light, Mr. Qi sits on the sofa with bare feet, staring at the The uninvited guest who wanted to snatch his slippers.

Ever since he was a child, Zhang Baizhou, who has been full of ruthlessness and domineering executive temperament, is actually discussing true love with him-this theme that has never been out of date in the art world since ancient times.The little boy who wore open crotch pants and played with mud since he was a child, once uttered bold words to open an adult film company, and married twenty wives suddenly turned into a true love supremacist.

Qi Liang felt that the current situation was almost weird, and the level of horror was no less than that of the dean singing the songs of Korean girl groups in the office, and the latter might be even more enjoyable.

Unable to bear it, he kicked Young Master Zhang who made an impassioned declaration of love with his foot.

"Have you read a lot of books recently?" He asked hesitantly

"Yeah, what's wrong?"

"Aren't the names all about the domineering president falling in love with me?"

Young Master Zhang read Shakespeare since he was a child, read the four major tragedies at the age of ten, read Luo Guanzhong, Cao Xueqin, and Wu Jingzi in middle school, then abandoned literature and science, and finally went to business school. "Converted into "Currency War", the reading level has not been enriched to the extent that it involves Internet gossip.So when I first heard Qi Liang's question, I was stunned for a while.

"What kind of book is this? Why is the name so straightforward?"

Qi Liang felt relieved, reached out and picked up the last soup dumpling and stuffed it into his mouth.

It was delicious, and the lips and teeth were fragrant. Thinking of Master Zhang who can enjoy the delicacies of mountains and seas every day, he couldn't help but glanced at him with some resentment.

"It's nothing, as long as you haven't read it." Qi Liang waved his hand and asked curiously: "I see that you are very determined to fight against the arranged marriage. Have you found true love?"

Young Master Zhang looked at him very contemptuously: "Have you ever read a book? Are you educated? Can it be true love that is so easy to find?"

Teacher Qi, who reads "Dragon Ball" before going to bed since childhood, has nothing to say, "The seed of true love co-authored by you hasn't had time to germinate."

His attitude of watching the good show from the sidelines really makes people angry. Young master Zhang lives under the fence in the middle of the night, and it is not easy to get angry, so he lit a cigarette sadly, "Tell me, how can I find true love? The women I can get in touch with are not company employees. It's a marriage partner, or it's an internet celebrity young model who wants to be on the top."

Teacher Qi didn't have the excellent sentiment to worry about other people's worries. He thought about it for a while,

"Try If You Are the One?"

Only then did Young Master Zhang realize that he had found the wrong person to confide in. He stood up from the sofa, gave Qi Liang a condescending look, snorted coldly, turned and walked to the bedroom, and locked the door by the way.

As a result of Mr. Qi's blunt talk for a while, he can only sleep on the sofa in his room.

Fortunately, the window was open, the wind kept blowing in from the balcony, and the living room was not too hot. He removed the old newspapers on the sofa, the teacher's guide book he studied half a year ago, and the ceramic ornaments he got in a lottery in the neighborhood supermarket one by one. He took a barely enough position to lie down, put his legs on the armrest of the sofa, and lay down facing the ceiling.

As the night darkened, Master Zhang snored evenly and rhythmically from the room. Qi Liang was lying on the sofa, and he didn't even have room to turn around.

He couldn't sleep, and he didn't have the objective conditions to toss and turn, so he stared at the ceiling in a daze.

The events of the night flashed through his mind like a revolving lantern. In the end, he remembered the words of Young Master Zhang,

"If you come to this world for a while, you have to find someone you really like. Let's have a taste of what love is like."

These words are not qualified enough for Internet gossip, they are too nasty.

In the past month, teenage students have argued with him about the freedom of love, and Young Master Zhang, who grew up with him, emphasized the flawlessness of love, and the unique friendship he thought he had with Xu Baibi was suddenly elevated to love.

Qi Liang has always felt that these two words are too mysterious, and they have been popularized by artists from ancient and modern China and abroad, and they have been flooded in countless romance novels in modern times.

Love is heart pounding.

Qi Liang lacks the experience of falling in love at first sight, and he doesn't know what it feels like to have a heartbeat, but tonight, the pleasure produced by the surge of adrenaline really made his heart beat faster for a long time.

The book says that emotions have reasons that reason cannot understand.

In the end, he fell asleep looking at the chat page with Xu Baibi.

Early in the morning, the alarm clock started to ring hysterically. Qi Liang didn't sleep for a few hours, so he turned off the alarm clock by conditioned reflex.Within 2 minutes, the doorbell started ringing again. It was like a relay race, and there was no peace for a moment.

In a daze, Qi Liang still remembered that there was someone at home who he could command, and he yelled hoarsely.

"Zhang Baizhou, go and open the door."

There was no response, and Master Zhang was sleeping soundly in the bedroom.

The doorbell was still ringing, and he had no choice but to get up from the sofa by himself, barefoot, with his messy hair, and ran to open the door with an unwashed face.

The moment he opened the door, he was still cursing in his heart - which blind morning disturbed people's dreams.

Then he was speechless, and the person standing outside the door was the person whom he changed the note to "subject" last night.

Qi Liang was stunned for half a minute,

"How did you come?"

Xu Baibi looked down at Qi Liang's bare feet, stretched out his hand

"I'll bring you the watch."

Qi Liang laughed, "I'm not in a hurry to wear it, why are you in such a hurry."

Boss Xu lowered his head and said nothing.

He sighed, took the watch, "Come in first."

"Have you had breakfast?" Qi Liang threw the takeaway box on the table into the trash can, looked at the living room for himself, and still felt guilty.

Xu Baibi shook his head.

Qi Liang let out an "ah" in his heart, thinking that it would not be easy for Xu Wang to grow up healthy and healthy with such a second uncle.

He took out a shirt from the TV cabinet, changed it without any scruples in front of Xu Baibi, and turned to look at him

"what do you want to eat?"

"Going out to eat, I won't do it," he added.

Boss Xu said it was all right, and he acted as if he would do whatever he said to Qi Liang. Qi Liang remembered that this person used to be a picky eater, so he thought about it for a while, and caught a glimpse of the takeaway in the trash can box, got an idea.

"Let's go, I'll take you to eat Xiaolong."

Yuanhezhai is just opposite the community, and it can be reached by walking a few hundred meters, so there is no need to drive, just walk.

Early mornings on weekends are quieter than usual. The neighborhood is old and the residents are mostly elderly people, so it looks even more quiet and cold.

The two walked side by side and could hear each other's footsteps.

Qi Liang wanted to say something wholeheartedly, but didn't know how to speak, so Xu Baibi suddenly asked,

"Can I still kiss you in the future?"

Teacher Qi suspected that he had heard it wrong, "What did you say?"

Xu Baibi looked at him seriously, "Can I still kiss you in the future? Just like last night."

This person said such straightforward words without the slightest flamboyant taste, his tone was as calm as explaining a math problem.

He took it for granted that Qi Liang even had the illusion that he was making a fuss.

How can someone answer this? Qi Liang thought for a while, took out a screenshot on his phone, and sent a WeChat message.

"Look at WeChat."

Xu Baibi clicked on the chat page, and saw that Qi Liang sent a screenshot of the chat page, and the contact person was displayed as "object".

He didn't ask any more questions, and he didn't speak, but Qi Liang saw the corners of his mouth raised, and there was a smile in his eyes, so he felt that this person was like a child. , give a hug, give a candy, it will be very good, very cute,

It's actually very coaxing, he thought to himself.