This 3,000-yuan red envelope was given to Qin Jian by Qin Jian’s grandfather on New Year’s Eve.
Recently, Qin Jian has been keeping it in his coat pocket and never took it out. I didn't expect it to come in handy today.
One code equals one code, even if there is a high probability of cooperation in the future, Qin Jian doesn't really want to owe this favor.
But since Fang Xiaoyu's father was present at the time, he couldn't say anything, but it didn't seem like that was the case if he gave the money to the boss afterwards, which seemed a bit unhuman.
After all, we are all decent people.
Just when I thought I was about to give up, I never imagined that something like this would happen next.
Moreover, the three thousand yuan cannot be regarded as Qin Jian's own money to advance for the Fang family. After the performance, Chen Yong also wrapped a red envelope of 5,000 yuan for Qin Jian. On the one hand, it was the elders' feelings for the younger generation, and on the other hand, it was
It also partly means paying Qin Jian for his performance.
This work was done by two people. Logically speaking, Fang Xiaoyu should get his own share of the work.
Qin Jian is a master and a generous master. He takes three thousand for himself and gives two thousand to Xiao Yu. It's not too much.
So the 2,000 yuan difference in price is not Qin Jian's, as for the last 1,000 yuan.
"It's New Year's money for the children."
...
After parking the car at the entrance of Fang Xiaoyu's Sichuan Cuisine Restaurant, Qin Jian went directly upstairs.
It took him about an hour to adjust the assembled piano completely, then he refused Father Fang's offer to stay for dinner, left a piano cover and went downstairs.
"Uncle Fang, keep an eye on her these past few months and ask her to play less piano and read more."
Qin Jian was really worried.
He also expected Fang Xiaoyu to score more than 600 points in the exam this year, probably as a regret for himself, or not.
"Thank you, Xiao Qin." Father Fang's voice was neither too loud nor too soft, and his tone suited the atmosphere, "Be careful on the road."
Qin Jian has not heard the name "Xiao Qin" for a long time.
He started the car while showing his face, and he also remembered these thanks and instructions.
""Goodbye Uncle Fang."
...
Fang Xiaoyu's father stood on the stone steps of the restaurant and looked at the passing car from a distance again.
This time, he no longer felt uneasy in his heart, and his eyes were no longer complicated.
Wait until the car completely disappears around the corner.
When the lights went down, he turned back to the house and started busy.
He still needs to be busy.
...
Everyone is busy. Qin Jian plans to suspend all piano work in the next two days except for necessary basic exercises.
On the sixth day of the Lunar New Year, I accompanied Fang Xuehua on the street, went to my grandfather's house at noon, and went to my grandfather's house in the evening, just to see the old man before leaving.
On the morning of the seventh day of the Lunar New Year, the family drove to Wulong Temple.
Wulong Temple is considered to be one of the 3A tourist attractions in Yangcheng City, located on Huming Mountain 30 kilometers away from the center of Yangcheng City.
In the morning, Fang Xuehua prayed for a fortune for his son in the temple.
The sign says: Suddenly a letter is flying all over the sky, and the boat is full of treasures from Mount Tai. If you ask about the journey and it turns out to be a good thing, there are still noble people ahead of you.
This is a signed book.
Coupled with the old Taoist saying that if one's heart is fulfilled, then the soul will be fulfilled, which made Fang Xuehua and his wife even more happy.
Qin Jian has always had a scornful attitude toward such things.
Although it has been rumored that Wulong Temple's fortune-telling is very effective, many tourists come back here every year to fulfill their wishes.
but.
This is no longer the past.
This time, Qin Jian chose humility.
All day long, he was pondering over these two four-line sentences.
Before leaving in the evening, Qin Jian returned to the Taoist temple by accident.
At this time, there were no tourists in the dark gym, only the old Taoist from the morning was sitting there as if he was dozing off.
When the old Taoist heard the movement, he raised his eyelids and said nothing, still maintaining his meditation posture.
Qin Jian stood inside the door and looked at the scene, hesitated for a moment, and finally walked up.
He stopped in front of the old futon, kept enough distance between the two of them, and said respectfully: "Master."
The old Taoist didn't open his eyes: "What's the matter with the bureau officer?"
Qin Jian: "Please sign."
The old Taoist opened his eyes and felt happy when he saw the visitor.
moment.
He said slowly: "One sign per person per day."
When Qin Jian heard this, he felt a little disappointed. He wanted to ask for another lottery, but he was disappointed. The lottery in the morning was a good omen for the future.
That's okay, he thought to himself.
But the old man didn't stop there.
Then he said: "One sign is for one thing."
As soon as these words came out, Qin Jian's other petty thoughts were completely cut off.
"Excuse me, Master."
Qin Jian was about to turn around and leave when he saw Lao Tao stand up and wave the fly whisk in his hand: "Wait a minute."
Qin Jian stopped when he heard the sound and looked at Lao Dao.
The old man asked: "What do you want, the layman?"
Qin Jian paused and whispered: "...marriage."
The old Taoist smiled in his heart and walked to the side calmly: "Father, please follow me."
Qin Jian hurriedly followed.
When passing through a door, the old man suddenly paused and crossed the threshold with his left foot. Noticing this detail, Qin Jian also followed the old man's example and crossed the threshold with his left foot.
When they came to the inner room, the two of them walked to a simple rosewood cabinet.
The old man stopped and gently opened the cabinet.
moment.
A gold sachet was taken out from it.
Then he turned around and handed it to Qin Jian, and muttered something about the origin of the sachet.
Finally, "This sachet may be able to clear up the confusion in the hearts of lay people."
Qin Jian couldn't help but grasp the sachet in his hand, and when he was about to thank him, he saw the Buddha dust in the old Taoist's hand bowed and pointed to the wooden table aside, with a wooden box on the wooden table.
How could Qin Jian not understand when he saw the three characters "merit box" on the wooden box?
However, this made Qin Jian suddenly feel embarrassed. The entire note was in his coat pocket. It was a bit hot at noon, so he took off his coat in the car.
He rummaged through all the remaining pockets and only found a handful of scattered small bills, which he found last night when he was shopping at the supermarket in front of the community.
Otherwise, I wouldn’t even have six yuan and fifty cents.
Qin Jian was a little embarrassed and stepped forward and stuffed a handful of change into the merit box.
The old Taoist looked at this scene without saying a word, and his expression was not so unnatural.
But when he heard Qin Jian whispering that sincerity leads to spiritual heart, the corner of his mouth finally couldn't help but twitch.
"Thank you, Master, for your guidance."
After saying his last words, Qin Jian took the sachet and left.
After Qin Jian left, the old Taoist opened the cabinet and counted it, then opened the merit box and looked at it.
Looking at the small half box of pink and green banknotes, the unhappiness just now disappeared.
"The harvest is good today."
As he spoke, he threw the Buddha dust aside.
"get off work."
On the way home, Qin Gang was driving, and Qin Jian was hesitating in his heart while holding the sachet in the passenger seat.
To open or not to open.
When he got home, he still hadn't decided.
There's nothing to hesitate about. Isn't it enough to just open it and read it?
But Qin Jian didn't think so. He just acted awkwardly and didn't know why he was awkward.
When he was packing his luggage at night, he still didn't open it. Finally, he put the sachet in his suitcase and put it in the watch box Duan Ran gave him.
Early the next morning, Qin Jian declined his parents' proposal to drive him to Nanshi and boarded the bus alone, carrying his bag and luggage.
"Let's go, Mom and Dad, please go back quickly."
A young man from Yangcheng swept away his hometown sentiments and hit the road again to leave home.