kvmb Chapter 175 She doesn't want me anymore, I'm going to be a monk
Chapter 175 She doesn't want me anymore, I'm going to be a monk
"Angry?" Wen Zhixia was puzzled. "Why should I be angry?"
Fu Ruoshi was referring to what Song Ailing had done to her, but Wen Zhixia was not a person who held grudges, so she forgot about it as soon as she turned around.
"Oh, you mean Mr. Song," Wen Zhixia quickly realized. "I'm not angry. I called you just to make things clear. We didn't explain a lot of things clearly in the past, which led to unnecessary misunderstandings. So this time I chose to speak directly."
Fu Ruoshi breathed a sigh of relief, "That's great, at least you're not angry with me."
"You ran so far just to tell me this?" Wen Zhixia was surprised.
Fu Ruoshi nodded seriously, "You were often unhappy before, but I didn't ask why. I won't do that again in the future."
"Don't be like this." Wen Zhixia was embarrassed. "We are really divorced. There is no future."
"Friends, friends, can we be friends?" Fu Ruoshi was completely worn out. "We don't have any deep hatred. Even if we get divorced, we won't have to renounce each other forever, right? If I get burned in the future, I'll still have to ask you to register for me, right? If you can't book a hotel for your boss in the future, I can still make room for you, right?"
Wen Zhixia frowned. "What do you mean by burns or no burns? Do you know how terrible burns are? How can you say that about yourself?"
She suddenly became serious, which scared Fu Ruoshi.
"If you smile at me, I won't tell you."
"Then go ahead and tell me. I'm leaving."
Wen Zhixia didn't tolerate him, so she turned around, got into a taxi, and left gracefully, leaving Mr. Fu's broken heart drifting in the night wind.
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Early morning three days later.
The sun is rising.
Hanshan Temple is the largest and most popular temple in Jincheng.
At dawn, the bells rang, incense smoke filled the air, and a group of devout pilgrims entered the temple one after another to pray for their wishes.
The monk in a long cloth robe had an ethereal look, with a string of Buddhist beads hanging behind his back.
The young man next to him was dressed in black and kneeling in front of the Buddha statue, holding three tall incense sticks. In the misty smoke, he had a calm expression. He lowered his eyes, bowed down and kowtowed three times, then stood up and inserted the incense into the incense burner.
"How are your father and mother doing lately?" Guang'an asked Fu Ruoshi after he finished offering incense. "You never kowtowed or burned incense before. What fate has brought you here today that made you want to burn incense?"
Fu Ruoshi looked at the big Buddha in front of him and said, "I want to ask for a peace amulet. I won't use it myself, but give it to someone else."
Guangan said, "Is it for relatives and friends, or..."
"Send it to the one you love most."
Guang'an suddenly realized.
The Fu family has a deep connection with Master Guang'an, so they come here regularly every year to pray and donate. In the past, Fu Ruoshi rarely came here. He did not believe in gods, Buddhas, heaven and earth, but only believed in himself. He also privately laughed at Fu Keming's superstition.
But after saving Wen Zhixia from the brink of life and death several times, he suddenly felt that there were many things beyond his control, as if there was an invisible force pulling him.
He had to admit his own insignificance and vulnerability.
"Is it not nice for me to talk about love in front of you monks?" Fu Ruoshi asked Guang'an with a faint smile, "Is it true that once you become monks, you can no longer talk about love?"
Guang'an shook his head. "No, everything is predestined, and emotions are also predestined. The Buddha encourages sentient beings to care for each other, trust and protect each other, so that they can jointly inspire a heart of love and tolerance for all things."
"I'm not that great," Fu Ruoshi said, "I just want to protect her. If anyone hurts her, I will never let them go."
Guang'an said, "She must be extraordinary to be able to be protected by someone like you."
Mentioning Wen Zhixia, a soft smile appeared in Fu Ruoshi's eyes, "She is a very good doctor, from the burn department."
Guang'an nodded, "If you protect her well, she can save more people. This is good protection and infinite love."
Even after returning home, Fu Ruoshi was still thinking about Guang'an's words.
Although I don’t quite understand it, it is hard to forget.
He was so dizzy from thinking about it that he went to look through the chat history with Wen Zhixia on his phone. After that, he looked at the paper she had saved on his computer. He could even memorize some of the content.
There were her forgotten hair ties and hairpins on the bedside table. She used to buy a big bag of them, but in the end she couldn't find any of them and would be so anxious that she would jump around the house.
Fu Ruoshi rummaged through the bedside cabinets and quilt covers, collecting all the hairpins that Wen Zhixia had dropped into various crevices. He then found a clean and beautiful transparent small box to put them in for her.
He hopes she will come back, and if she doesn't, he will wait for her forever.
When Song Ailing came to deliver the stewed soup, she saw a pile of scriptures, incense sticks, and Buddhist beads on the coffee table in the living room, and the house was filled with a faint scent of sandalwood.
She was terrified. Was her son really going to become a monk?
"Fu Ruoshi? Fu Ruoshi!!!"
Song Ailing shouted anxiously, "Son? I'm not forcing you to go on a blind date. Don't scare me!"
"Blind date? Who are you going on a blind date with?" Fu Ruoshi came down from upstairs lazily in his pajamas, wiping his wet hair. "Just don't let Fu Keming know. I approve."
Song Ailing was in no mood to joke with him. "Son, where did you get so many scriptures? Where have you been?"
In fact, Fu Ruoshi originally wanted to donate several million to the temple, but Guang'an did not allow him to donate and asked him to buy something as a token of his appreciation.
"I went to find Guang'an," Fu Ruoshi deliberately frightened her, "I asked him about the procedures for becoming a monk. Wen Zhixia doesn't want me anymore, and I don't want to inherit the family property. I'll sell Zhuo Rui and become a monk."
Song Ailing felt a little nervous because of how serious he was, and his confident attitude on the phone that day.
"No, son, let's think about this carefully. Don't act rashly." She said fearfully, "There are so many beautiful girls in the world. Don't try to commit suicide by hanging yourself on a tree."
Fu Ruoshi said, "Wen Zhixia is not a good girl. She is a rare species, only one in the world."
It was the first time Song Ailing heard someone describe her wife like this, and she didn't understand. "Why is she so rare? I know a lot of women who are prettier than her."
"I can't explain it to you clearly." Fu Ruoshi frowned. "Even if she hadn't met me in the bar that night, I would have returned to China to find her in order to marry her. It was only a matter of time before we were together. Now she doesn't want to be with me anymore, but she's the only one in my heart."
Song Ailing was speechless.
Regardless of whether this was true or not, at least she understood her own son. Fu Ruoshi had advanced and rebellious ideas since he was a child. He had no clan consciousness and had no obsession with the family's honor and disgrace, or the rise and fall of the incense. Before he met Wen Zhixia, he just wanted to play with life and be free, and no one in the family could control him.
However, after meeting Wen Zhixia, Song Ailing had to admit that he had finally met someone who could control him.
"Then you can't become a monk either," Song Ailing continued. "You think being a monk is easy? The conditions in the temples are so harsh. You can't even eat a few bites of meat, the beds are terribly hard, and you have to get up at four in the morning to chant sutras. How can you endure such hardship?"