Su Cen blushed with embarrassment and bit Shen Mohan's nose with a smile: "Rogue...".
Shen Mohan licked Su Cen's little mouth evilly: "Honey, if you don't respond by now, I should go see Oriental Men's Clinic."
Su Cen chuckled.
"You little rascal, I know how to torture your husband!" Shen Mohan bit her mouth with dissatisfaction, "When you get better, let's see how I deal with you!"
The feelings climbed up the mountains, crossed the woods, and spread in all directions, until they protected the night sky and gathered together under the brilliant starry sky overhead, shedding light.
The meteor streaked across the night sky full of stars. Su Cen pointed at the meteor loudly: "Shen Mohan! Look! Meteor!"
Shen Mohan immediately clasped his hands together and muttered: "I want my Cen'er to be happy forever!"
Su Cen stared at Shen Mohan blankly, and making a wish was actually no longer an unfamiliar trick. Every birthday, we were always generously given a wish. Those childish fantasies, love, ideals, and life were once like flowers.
Blooming all the same. The world is prosperous, and there are three thousand flowing waters. How many people can just take a cup and drink it, and no longer have extravagant hopes? We are always greedy and promise one dream after another, going crazy in the world, and dreaming in the drunkenness. In the end
, it’s just an illusion.
However, we still make wishes, maybe just to entertain ourselves, maybe just as a matter of course. We just hope that everything will go well. To this day, I still only say one person's name every time I make a wish, and rarely mention myself. In the past, someone
Have you ever asked what the shape of love is? I thought, maybe it is like this.
Even if love is like a flower blooming in the dark night, the blackest words are as far away as nothingness and sweet as sadness, I am still trapped and hopeless.
Zhang Xiaoxian said that people are constantly moving in love and seeking their own perfection, so love is only about one person.
Su Cen believed it to be true, and looked up at the stars in the sky, with a tender and charming look on her white face. Shen Mohan was so fascinated by the sight, he embraced her passionately, eager to linger in her narrow body!
His big hands quietly climbed up her thin shoulder straps, and his mouth caressed her watery skin: "Cen'er, you are so beautiful!"
"Don't do this, people will see..." Su Cen blushed, closed his eyes tightly out of embarrassment, and blinked his eyelashes tremblingly.
Shen Mohan gently pecked Su Cen's red lips: "Why are you ashamed? Only Yueniang and Xingguang are looking at us."
Su Cen cuddled up to him softly, as if she belonged to him.
His kiss became deeper and deeper, his dexterous tongue playing games in her lips, twisting his small tender tongue, sucking wildly at times, and holding her slender waist with his arms.
Su Cen made a thin squeaking sound and weakly grasped Shen Mohan's arm.
Seeing Su Cen getting weaker and weaker, Shen Mohan wished he could crush her into pieces.
His kiss made her feel as if her soul was floating, but the warm body temperature of the two of them made her feel that they were really there. As his kiss continued to deepen, she felt that her body became very sensitive and warm.
On the second day in a famous temple, Su Cen saw the devout and self-satisfied Tibetans and said with emotion: "The reason why people are happy is not because you get more, but because you care less."
Shen Mohan whispered to Su Cen: "Grandpa believes in Buddhism. He told me that the Buddhist scriptures are divided into twelve parts, namely the Tripitaka, the Vinaya, the Commentary, the Sutra Interpretation, and the Quan Hui. Master the Tripitaka and be able to use the Tripitaka
Those who benefit themselves and benefit others are respectfully called Master Tripitaka, such as Yao Qin Kumarajiva, Tang Xuanzang, etc."
"Does the twelve volumes mean there are twelve more sutras?"
Shen Mohan shook his head: "The Twelve Sutras are not 12 scriptures, but refer to the Dharma spoken by the Tathagata. They are divided into twelve categories according to the situation and content of their descriptions, also known as the Twelve Sutras."
Su Cen looked at Shen Mohan happily. She didn't expect that Shen Mohan knew so much.
A deep voice sounded behind them: "All living beings are born, and then there is a world. Joy, anger, sorrow, and joy, the seven emotions and six desires, are the nature of all living beings. If people abandon their emotions and desires, they will not see what they see, and they will not hear what they hear, and there will be no joy or anger.
, Without sorrow and without joy, what kind of world would this be, and what would be the benefit of living?”
Shen Mohan hugged Su Cen and turned around. The two looked at each other in confusion. The 50-year-old strong man in front of him was clearly a lama, but he spoke authentic Mandarin.
Shen Mohan put his hands together and said: "If you want to be able to block the world and tame desires for liberation; those who cut off the love of rain will be named and get the list of plates. The Buddha told the leader of the community: If all sentient beings are born in suffering, everything is based on love of rain, and they want to be born.
Suffering arises from the collection of desire, the cause of desire, and the condition of desire. If there are four kinds of love, and the thoughts are impermanent and mutable, then the four kinds of suffering will arise; if the three and two are weak, if there is one kind of love and the thought is impermanent and mutating, then there will be one sorrow and suffering."
The lama responded with a salute: "Both of you are predestined to be with the Buddha. If you don't have love and thoughts in the world, you will have no worries about suffering and toil in the world; all sorrow and suffering will be eliminated, just like a lotus flower without water. All living beings will follow the thoughts of love.
The thought of love is the only way to live. If you don't know love, it is a convenient way to die. If the person you love does not have love for that person, you have nothing to do with each other, and others can't tell."
Shen Mohan shook his head: "For me, a happy and happy life should be 70% full, 30% drunk, and full of harvest; live a high-class life, pay a medium amount of labor, and enjoy low-level desires."
After saying that, he nodded slightly to the lama, took Su Cen in his arms and walked out of the hall.
Su Cen opened his mouth and looked at Shen Mohan in surprise: "Shen Mohan, are you crazy?" He actually said such words in front of the Buddha.
Shen Mohan shook his head: "If you have a Buddha in your heart, the situation is not important."
Shen Mohan looked at the devout pilgrims and said to Han Xuanfei, Ling Yue and others who were still confused: "During the Southern and Northern Dynasties, Zen Buddhism was spread to the fifth ancestor, Master Hongren. At that time, Master Hongren was giving lectures in Huangmei, Hubei. His subordinates
There are more than 500 disciples, and the leader among them is undoubtedly the eldest disciple, Master Shenxiu. The eldest disciple Shenxiu made a couplet. His body is like a bodhi tree, and his heart is like a mirror stand. He always wipes it diligently to prevent dust from getting on him. This couplet
It means that you should take care of your own soul and state of mind, and resist external temptations and various evil spirits through continuous practice. It is a worldly mentality that emphasizes the role of practice. This understanding is consistent with Zen Mahayana.
The epiphany of the sect is not consistent. At that time, Huineng, the Sixth Master, was just a cook. Huineng heard in the kitchen that beauty is beautiful, and badness is bad. He also made a couplet: Bodhi is not a tree, and the mirror is not.
It is also not a platform. There is nothing in the first place, but it is like dust. This pairing is very consistent with the concept of Zen enlightenment. It is a transcendent attitude. The main meaning is that the world is originally empty, and everything in the world is nothing but a void.
, if the heart is originally empty, there is no need to resist external temptations. Everything passes through the heart without leaving any trace. This is a very high state of Zen. People who understand this state are the so-called enlightenment.
Later, Master Hongren passed the mantle to Huineng."
Ling Yue, who was already confused, became even more confused: "Then the two of them are fighting more fiercely? Are they fighting or not? Fighting is also fighting, and not fighting is still fighting."
Shen Mohan nodded approvingly: "Ling Yue, you are much smarter than you look. You are right. Since then, Buddhism has been divided into two sects, the north and the south. The northern sect is represented by Shenxiu, which emphasizes gradual enlightenment, and the southern sect is represented by Shenxiu.
Huineng is a representative who pays attention to the moment of enlightenment. In later generations, some people say that the Sixth Patriarch Huineng Buddha was the reincarnation of the tenth monk. In fact, in my opinion, the situation is not important. What is important is that you have a heart to worship the Buddha! Just like these devout pilgrims,
They may be closer to the Buddha than some disciples wearing cassocks!"
Su Cen looked up at the blue sky. She felt that she was so close to those soft clouds, as if she could put those clouds dipped in sugar into her mouth if she stretched out her hand.
He happily held Shen Mohan's hand and walked happily on the smooth bluestone slabs: "Mo Han, how many years do you think it took to polish those bluestone slabs so smooth?"
"Time is not important here, what is important is their piety. They place all their hopes in the afterlife. This is their belief, and I respect it."
Su Cen stared blankly at this handsome, elegant man. He always brought her different feelings. She was deeply impressed by Shen Mohan's knowledge and accomplishments!
The group happily returned to City Z. As soon as they got off the plane, a wave of hot air hit their faces.
The sun, which is about to return to the west, shines hot and steamy light on everything on the ground. Everything familiar comes into view, and the familiar breath hits those who have returned from a long absence.
Su Cen subconsciously hid in Shen Mohan's arms. She didn't know how to face her long-lost relatives, "Shen Mohan, I'm a little scared...".
Shen Mohan gently held her to his chest: "Don't be afraid, good boy. I'm here for everything! The temperature in City Z is a bit high. Just bear with it and get in the car right away."
Su Cen nodded. She always felt that it was natural for her car to drive under the airplane spiral staircase.
Han Xuanfei also wanted to get in the car, but Shen Mohan stopped him: "Irene is waiting for you at home, you can go back first."
"I'm going! Shen Mohan, you can't do this! Aren't you trying to burn bridges by crossing the river? Why did you send me away immediately after you two reconciled? Are there any like you?!" Han Xuanfei held his neck and argued with Shen Mohan.
Strive for.
"Yes! See you later! I'll take Cen'er back to Su's house first!" Juechen said, holding the person in his arms and leaving.
"Damn you, you are such a bastard!" Han Xuanfei raised his middle finger at him, but couldn't hide his smile. The enemies were finally reunited!
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Su family villa.
A sharp cry broke through the gentle night! Everyone in the Su family was startled, and when they listened carefully, they realized that it was Jiang Lan who was crying.
Su Liankai was the first to run out, and Su Fang followed him. His gaze stopped not far away, but Su Liankai suddenly froze, his steps hesitant and rooted to the ground.
Su Fang didn't have time to steady himself, and hit his father's back with an "ouch" sound. He covered his nose with his hand, and hit the softest piece of flesh, grinning in pain.
"Dad, why didn't you say anything when you stopped? I..." Before he could finish his words, Su Fang was also dumbfounded.
The door to my own home was opened halfway, like a narrow crack, and bright light burst out from inside.
A white back silhouette stayed in the light, still slender.
"Dad, Mom, I'm back..." The light voice was calm, and Su Cen walked in. She didn't bring anything with her and was alone, just like a normal person returning home from get off work.
Su Liankai opened his mouth, but didn't react at all. He just nodded, his eyes were red, and his hands were trembling behind his back.
Jiang Lan couldn't help crying and couldn't stop shaking her shoulders, "You are still willing to come back! Have you forgotten what I look like!"
Su Cen lowered his head, covering the sadness in his eyes. Come back, Mom, do you know how hard it was for me to walk this way home?
She left a man, but God gave him another disaster of fate. It wasn't that she didn't want to go back, but that she needed to repay a lot of debts.
Some debts arise suddenly and without waiting for a response, they drag you into an irredeemable situation.
She doesn't want to tell the story of what happened in the past two years, for fear that if she is not careful, she will lose ground and be unable to recover.
The first person to break the deadlock was Xu Minhao. The child stumbled in, walking awkwardly and staggering around. He aimed at the target, yelled "Ouch", hugged Su Cen's thigh and sat down on the ground, muttering.
With a small mouth and golden beans hanging in her eyes, she said delicately: "Butt, it hurts."
Su Cen was stunned, this kid! His curved eyes, profile, and every attractive feature reflected the shadows of Xu Jian and Shen Moqing.
She slowly squatted down, her clothes trailing on the ground, "What's your name?"
While talking, Su Cen reached out to help the child up, and gently patted his chubby butt.
"Minho! My name is Xu Minho!"
The child's bright eyes reflected her face. Su Cen understood clearly and kept murmuring: "Min Hao, Min Dou..."
Su Fang walked up to Su Cen, with too many emotions gathered on his face, including grievances, resentment, questioning, and sadness. He pointed at Su Cen, his fingertips trembling, "Su Cen, you are still alive! You actually know how to come back!"
"
Su Cen stood up, and his child Xu Minhao ran towards Shen Mohan knowingly, hiding behind him and burying his head in his left buttocks, leaving only one big eye to watch the unpleasant scene.
"Let it go..." Su Cen called him in a low voice and stretched out his hand to pull his sleeve.
"Go away!" Su Fang withdrew his hand angrily, sniffed, and raised his hand to cover half of his face, trying not to be too embarrassed.
Su Cen lowered his head and almost shed tears. She had done nothing wrong back then. Her mistake was that she had been away for too long and made people miss too much.
The beauty of life is only because the one you love is never left behind. Su Fang thought, you are willing to go far away from home, rather than return to your family to heal. After two years, your hatred has finally been smoothed away, but what about us?
The person you have left behind for so long, to put it more seriously, you have not fulfilled your filial piety, but do you still have lingering feelings for that man?
"Crack!"
Everyone was stunned. Xu Minhao took two steps back from Shen Mohan in fear, "Uncle, I'm afraid."
It was Su Jingsheng who slapped Su Cen on the face, hitting his granddaughter for the first time, "Su Cen, the Su family raised you for nothing! Do you even know how to go home!?"
Su Cen covered her face, turned to the crowd, and finally shed a tear. Grandpa's slap didn't hurt at all, it didn't hurt at all. He was palming it and didn't really hurt her.
Su Jingsheng said with trembling hands and tears streaming down his face: "Su Cen, how old are you, but you are still so ignorant! You survived, and now you know you are back, how can you be so cruel!"
Thinking of something, my heart surged, and I raised my hand to hit her again, "Do you know how much your family misses you!"
I really love you to the extreme and blame you to the extreme.
Before the second slap landed, it was firmly blocked with a force that was neither light nor heavy, just enough to bring him back to his senses.
Shen Mohan stood in front of Su Cen, looked at Su Jingsheng, and said calmly: "Grandpa, don't hit her. It's not that Cen'er doesn't want to come back. It's all because of my fault back then. Cen'er lost her memory. The first thing to do is to regain her memory."
Time followed me back..."
Su Jingsheng's eyes were red and his hands hung down helplessly as he looked at Shen Mohan. There was unquestionable determination in the handsome man's eyes, and a hint of intense heartache accidentally revealed.
His tall figure seemed to be able to withstand any sudden change in the world. He was extremely down-to-earth, but also extremely lonely, polished by time.
Su Cen kept his head lowered. Hearing his words, emotions surged in his heart. This man never cared about the loneliness of waiting and the loss of living alone. After all, he always defended her.
Shen Mohan turned to look at the woman in front of him, "Cen'er, you know, during these more than 700 days and nights of waiting, I never complained or blamed. I used to be too self-righteous, thinking that with love I could control everything, but I didn't know about feelings."
There are too many uncertain factors.
Trust, tolerance, and loyalty, if something goes wrong, the two of them will be pushed to the point of no return.
Su Cen raised his head and looked at him. The man smiled fondly. There were two buttons on the collar of his shirt, with diamonds embedded in them. It was a low-key luxury, no matter how shining the decoration was, it could not dazzle the man's eyes. Just a glance,
Pulling her into the whirlpool of the past and drowning in his world is an inevitable necessity that cannot be negotiated or resisted.
Jiang Lan saw that the two of them were silent and her daughter refused to say a word. She felt angry and anxious. She wanted to shake her awake and ask her how sorry these people were for her. That gentle, kind-hearted and soft-hearted Su Cen
, is it really lost?
Finally, Su Lian Kaisheng broke the deadlock. He coughed twice, looked at his daughter, and said repeatedly, "Just come back! Just come back! I'll make you your favorite curry crab!"
Pulling away Jiang Lan, who had tears on her face, "Lan'er is leaving. Cen'er is back after a long journey. I will definitely miss the shrimp dumplings you made. Let's go make them something to eat!~"
Su Jingsheng calmed down and said, "What are you still doing? Come in and sit down! Mo Han, come over and sit with me!"
Shen Mohan kissed his wife's forehead comfortingly, picked up Xu Minhao and followed Mr. Su to the living room.
Su Cen walked to Su Fang without saying a word. Thinking of something, he moved closer to Su Fang and looked sideways at him, his face quiet and gentle.
After twenty seconds, Su Fang finally couldn't hold it anymore, "Su Cen! You'd better explain yourself"
He turned around suddenly, with a serious expression on his face, "The wrongdoer has been punished, and the innocent people are also worried. It's only been two years. Isn't it too cruel?"
This was the first time Su Cen saw such a brother. She lowered her head slightly and said, "Fangfang, it's not that I don't want to go home..."
Before he finished speaking, Su Fang became angry. He interrupted: "Amnesia, right? Then why are you coming back? After a while, we will all get used to it and forget about you, so we won't talk about you anymore! You
Just do whatever you love!"
After saying that, both of them were stunned. Su Fang moved the corners of his mouth, and looking at Su Cen's increasingly pale face, he hurriedly said: "Sister, I'm sorry."
Su Cen said: "But I'm still back."
Her tone was as usual, but only she knew the grievances she felt. She couldn't say that she had traveled through mountains and rivers, but she had indeed experienced a hardship.
"Sister, do you love him?"
Do you love him?
Su Cen was thinking that if it wasn't for love, she would have ended the past long ago, and how could she have cared about him all the way and put him in a safe place. She used time to reflect, calm down, and wasted her fate. After two years of separation, she finally returned to him! It should be Fall in love with him.
Su Cen looked at his silent sister almost pleadingly, "Sister, I only know that you can't leave now that you are back. Don't bother, Su Cen, live a good life, okay!? Do you know? In the past two years when you were away, Shen Mohan took care of his grandfather and parents as his own family, taking care of holidays, travel, material things, the Su family's career, everything you can think of, he took care of it perfectly, you can't even imagine what this is like An obsession!”
Su slowed down his mood, lost his immaturity, and became a man who could stand alone. He continued: "Sister, I used to be the same as you, I didn't like this man. It is undeniable that I have a psychological imbalance, which is jealousy. And when he was looking for women outside, I even hated him, but after these two years, I have no position and can't bear to care about him. If he is wrong, then in the past two years, , his punishment is enough..."
For the last sentence, Su Fang's voice was very low, with a hint of sadness in his tone.
"Let it go, I'm sorry..." Su Cen gently rested his head on his brother's shoulder. In the past two years, he had grown taller and matured a lot.
Su Fang turned around and looked at Su Cen with firm eyes, "Sister, I will only call Shen Mohan brother-in-law in this life!"
After returning from Su's house, Su Cen's wrist was pinched so painfully that he was almost dragged away by Shen Mohan.
"Hey, Shen Mohan, I told you to walk slower."
The dissatisfied resistance had no effect. On the car ride back to their love nest, Shen Mohan's expression couldn't wait.
As soon as he entered the door, he pressed close to Su Cen and said, "Slower?"
The man gritted his teeth, with strong lust in his eyes, and pressed against her ear, breathing hot air, with a confusing tone and confused eyes.
Su Cen had a black line on his face and said, "Shen Mohan, your pretty boy trick skills are getting better and better!"
Shen Mohan lost his patience, "Slower down? You will ask me to hurry up later..."
He said this in a loud voice, and the ecstatic expressions of everyone in the villa were suddenly burnt by Shen Shaolei's inner tenderness.
Ling Yue couldn't stop wiping his sweat, and Aunt Mei, who had always been close to Su Cen, also muttered to herself, "I'm so thin, I'd better take care of myself."
This sentence shocked everyone present speechless, and Aunt Mei suddenly felt eyes coming from all directions! Oh my god, Alexander, is there anyone?
"Bang!" The door of the master bedroom closed, cutting off the line of sight, leaving only the world of two people.
Shen Mohan put Su Cen on the bed and pounced on him like a wolf, taking advantage of the man's quick unbuttoning.
Su Cen turned over, rolled up the quilt and rolled to the other side of the bed, giggling, his eyes were naked... He wanted to resist but he welcomed her.