Also, not many people still remember my mother, probably only myself and my grandmother.
After walking up the long stairs and entering Baohe Temple, the air was a bit colder than in Beijing. Wei Jingwei even felt that her chest was frozen by the cold air.
There were some monks sweeping the streets and chanting sutras all the way, but there really weren't many people there.
However, Baohe Temple is not like this on weekdays. The incense here is very strong, and it is the best choice for dignitaries in Beijing to offer incense and pray for blessings.
She is not in good health and is even more afraid of the cold in winter.
I was calming down all the way, still shivering from the cold while holding the hand stove. It wasn't until I entered the house that I felt better.
The host came up to us, with a friendly smile on his kind face when he saw Wei Jingwei, "Donor, we meet again this year."
"Host, I'm here to bother you again this year."
The host led her inside, shook his head and said with a smile: "What's the trouble? The poor monk had packed up the house early and was waiting for the donor to come. The oil lamps and other items had been given to her according to the old calendar of previous years. The donor is ready.”
Wei Jingwei was very grateful and quickly replied: "Thank you for hosting."
After taking it to the place, "the donor first offered incense and lit the oil lamp, while the poor monk waited outside and began to chant sutras later."
"good."
She skillfully lit the sesame oil, lit the incense, and muttered, "Mother, I'm here to see you again. My daughter is unfilial and failed to meet her mother's expectations and live the life she wanted when she was in the boudoir." She paused. , her eyes gradually reddened, "My daughter wanted to live a good life, have children like an ordinary woman, and not care about anything. Unfortunately... it was difficult to get what she wanted. I'm afraid she will do something more soon. Something that brings shame to my mother... My daughter doesn’t want to waste her whole life like this. If my mother knew better, would she blame me..."
Su'er and Lian'er had already gone out and were waiting outside, and she was the only one in the huge hall.
The cold wind blew through the gap, and no one knew the pain in her heart and the words that were difficult to speak.
"It's human nature to want to live a good life. How can I blame you for someone as kind as my wife?"
"who."
Wei Jingwei was frightened by the sudden sound and staggered back a few steps. A pair of strong hands hugged her slender waist to prevent her from falling to the ground.
"Why are you still as careless as you were when you were a kid?"
The two of them were so close that they could even feel the heat of each other's words. Jiang Yinbai could even feel that the body wrapped under her dress was not only exquisite and graceful, but also delicate and warm, and his throat moved slightly.
It wasn't until he felt the cold gaze of the other party that he subconsciously stood up straight and took a few steps back.
Jiang Yinbai looked away unnaturally, but the red tips of his ears revealed his thoughts.
He has lived for twenty-one years from childhood to adulthood, but he can't find anything that can compare with the touch just now, not even the best mutton-fat jade.
"Why are you here?" Wei Jingwei narrowed her eyes and asked uneasily.
"Why can't I be here? You come to Baohe Temple to offer incense, and I am also here to offer incense."
Seeing that the other party was not telling the truth, she retorted, "If anyone hears that Mr. Jiang, who kills people without batting an eye in Beijing and has frightened countless bureaucrats, is actually offering incense in a temple, I'm afraid they will be laughed out of his mind."
Jiang Yinbai frowned, "Little Qiangwei, why are you speaking so rudely?"
Wei Jingwei's eyes warmed when she heard this title, and she quickly turned away from him, "Don't call me that, now I'm...married, do you know that all these behaviors of yours, every one of them... If someone discovers it, it will be enough to kill me. If you were even a little afraid for my sake, you would not act like this..."
At the end of his words, there was already a hint of anger.
Jiang Yinbai was stunned, and suddenly laughed crisply: "I have been waiting for you here for a long time. I have already sent people from the Jinyi Guard to clear the area in front and behind Baohe Temple. I guarantee that no one can disturb your purity."
Wei Jingwei's body froze immediately, and she felt a little uncomfortable after realizing that she had misunderstood him.
The man in white clothes suddenly passed by her, and a faint scent of agarwood lingered on the tip of her nose.
The tall and strong figure had stopped in front. He picked up the three burning incense sticks in his hand. Wei Jingwei saw that there was no trace of smile on his side, and she closed her eyes and bowed solemnly in one breath.
Everyone in Beijing said that Jiang Yinbai was very tough. No matter how many powerful ministers he offended, no one could make him bend.
But seeing him solemnly saluting in front of her mother's monument again and again, Wei Jingwei felt a little uneasy in her heart.
After three buttons, he inserted the incense into the incense burner with his slender fingers. As he moved gently, the jade pendant engraved with rose flowers on his waist swayed slightly, burning Wei Jingwei's eyes.
"I happened to come in just now and heard what you said in front of my aunt's monument." After a pause, as if he was afraid that he would misunderstand, he explained: "I didn't eavesdrop on purpose. You were speaking seriously at that time, and I couldn't bear to disturb you, so I Just on the side. I want to ask, are you serious about what you just said..."
At the end of the sentence, there was a bit of excitement in his tone.
Wei Jingwei turned to look at her mother's monument, with some unclear guesses in her heart. Suddenly she felt that she must have thought too much. The person in front of her was no longer the same person as before. She was young and promising, with outstanding appearance. She couldn't be whoever she wanted, and I just...
She closed her eyes for a while and then opened them again. There was no trace of confusion in her eyes, and she said calmly: "Maybe you heard wrong. You actually know the anniversary of my mother's death today." Suddenly she sneered, "Of course you know. It is said that Jin Yiwei has control over There are many secrets in Beijing."
"Is this how you treat me?" Jiang Yinbai shook his hand, then suddenly let go.
"Mr. Jiang has always acted decisively and went his own way. How can he still care about other people's opinions?" She smiled.
"Care." Only care what you think.
This was something he couldn't say, and Shi Ye also had it. The two of them had different identities now, so what he wanted to say might have become inappropriate.
She was a little surprised, "I was just joking, Mr. Jiang, there is no need to take it seriously. I am very grateful that you can come and offer incense to my mother today. If my mother, Izumi, knew that there was someone other than me who was thinking about her, she would definitely be happy." Bar."
Seeing the smile on the lips of the woman beside him, he couldn't help but ask: "Are you happy then?"
"I'm doing very well."
Seeing that Wei Jingwei didn't answer directly, Jiang Yinbai suddenly had his own thoughts.
No one spoke in the room for a while, except for the smell of incense ash from some temples, and the sound of dead branches and rustling snow outside the window, which could not bear the weight of falling snow.
