Chang Siyu ignored Song Lihai and asked, "Has Geng Naijia told you about my family's situation?"
"I said it." Song Lihai nodded.
"Then what do you think? Also, what's your impression of me?" Chang Siyu's straightforward words made Song Lihai breathless.
"Well, it's good, everything is good." Song Lihai could only say vaguely.
"Really, Geng Naijia also told me about your situation. I don't mind that you are married for the second time, and I don't blame you for what happened to your ex-wife. If that's the case, how about we finalize the relationship? Chang Siyu asked.
Song Lihai couldn't calm down anymore and said, "This is too fast. We have to get in touch and get to know each other..."
"Mr. Song, I'm very busy. I know you are the mayor's secretary now, and you are even busier than me. How can we have time to get to know each other."
"Marriage, isn't it just about finding someone to live with? How can there be so much detail? For people like us who never stay home all day long, is it so important to understand each other?" Chang Siyu looked directly at Song Lihai and said.
"But, marriage is not a child's play, so you can't just confirm the relationship at the first meeting, right?" Song Lihai asked with his eyes widened.
"I said to confirm the relationship, it is a love relationship, not to marry you now, and let me tell you clearly, why I am so anxious, because my ex-boyfriend is getting married, and I just found out today, so I have to Bring a man to his wedding..." Chang Siyu is really straightforward. This is the first time Song Lihai has met such a straightforward woman.
"Destroying the place?" Song Lihai was stunned for a moment when he heard Chang Siyu's words, and then he looked at her and asked.
"No, I'm not that unqualified. I just want him to see that I don't want a man, that's all." Chang Siyu responded lightly, her expression seemed to be talking about someone else's business.
"I can help, but that's just the relationship. How about we try again and wait a little longer? I can accompany you to the wedding. It doesn't matter." Song Lihai responded. This is Geng Naijia's best friend. It would be any other woman. , he immediately slapped his ass and left.
"That's one reason just now, and another reason is that at home, my mother is not in good health right now, and she talks about my marriage every day. I also need someone to visit her from time to time, and maybe her mood will be better. "
"These are my reasons. As for myself, as long as it's a man I can see through, it doesn't matter." Chang Siyu said heartily, leaving Song Lihai at a loss.
"So, Dr. Chang has just given up on men. Wouldn't that be a big loss for me? I also want to find a woman who can know the cold and the hot, instead of having a cold body. What do you think?" Song Lihai is not polite. I asked back.
"The requirements are not low. Don't worry, I will fulfill all the obligations of a wife. Is this okay?" After hearing Song Lihai's words, Chang Siyu became even more anxious, as if she recognized him.
Song Lihai felt his head was heavy. He looked at Chang Siyu and said, "Well, I'll go back and think about it. I'll reply to you tomorrow morning. What do you think? You have to give me some time. This is the first time you and I have met. Although you are very beautiful, It is in line with my criteria for choosing a mate, but you made me a little confused with this move. Let’s slow down and give each other some time, okay?”
Chang Siyu was finally persuaded by Song Lihai and agreed to take it slow.
This meal left Song Lihai with all kinds of tastes.
On the way home, Song Lihai thought about the day he accompanied Lin Binghai and his wife to offer incense at Puzhao Temple. He didn't tell the truth at the time, and he didn't know if he was really cared about by the gods.
Recently, his luck has been really good. Good luck is a good thing. Everyone wants to have better luck than others, but if he is too lucky, Song Lihai is worried that he will be burned to death. At least Song Lihai feels that his luck is too good now. A little bit awesome.
Seeing that it was still early for work, Song Lihai took a taxi and asked the driver to take him to Puzhao Temple. He wanted to explain to the Bodhisattva what he had lied about that day, otherwise he would feel uneasy.
When the taxi arrived at the parking lot of Puzhao Temple, Song Lihai glanced at it and actually saw the car number plate issued by the city government. He had no other skills, but his memory was good. When choosing a car for Qin Mingshan, he deliberately put the car number plate on it. All the vehicle registrations in the class were retrieved, and among them I saw this number plate, which was the executive deputy mayor's car.
"Master, let's not go to Puzhao Temple. Let's go to the mountain." Song Lihai asked the taxi to bypass Puzhao Temple and drive straight to the mountain.
After arriving at the back of Puzhao Temple, Song Lihai got out of the car and let the taxi go. After searching around the back of Puzhao Temple, he finally found the corner door at the back and hid there. From here, he could watch the situation in the parking lot. .
Sure enough, half an hour later, Song Lihai saw Executive Vice Mayor Lin Haitao returning to the car accompanied by He Weishan.
Song Lihai was immediately confused. What the hell was this drama? Why did He Weishan accompany Lin Haitao to Puzhao Temple? They obviously won't come here to play, something must be wrong.
After all these people left, Song Lihai walked over and entered Puzhao Temple through the main entrance. There was only one monk on duty in the main hall.
Song Lihai didn't say anything. He walked over and knelt down, murmuring something, and then donated a hundred yuan of sesame oil money into the merit box. The monk glanced at Song Lihai and then knocked on the chime.
"Master, what did those people do here just now? Visit?" Song Lihai asked.
The monk said nothing and shook his head. Song Lihai donated another hundred yuan, but the monk still shook his head and said nothing.
Song Lihai took out five hundred yuan from his wallet and stuffed it directly into the monk's wide sleeves. The monk quickly reached out and rolled up his sleeves for fear of falling out.
"They came to ask about good or bad luck and drew lots." After receiving the money, the monk said.
"Then, is it good or bad?" Song Lihai asked.
The monk didn't respond, but handed a bamboo stick on the note to Song Lihai.
Song Lihai took it over and looked at it, and it read: "The origin is clear and it is no longer clear. Don't be honest with him if you don't know. The mud wall will fall back into earth, and even gods and Buddhas will have difficulty."
"Master, please help me figure it out. Is this good or bad?" Song Lihai didn't understand clearly and quickly asked the monk.
"If you sign the lottery, even if you have a noble person to support you, you will still have to deal with this." The monk responded.
"Master's Dharma name is..."
"Yuantong".
"Master Yuantong, thank you very much." After Song Lihai finished speaking, he took out another five hundred yuan and gave it to the master while shaking hands. The master was also short of money. In this moment, he made a thousand yuan from Song Lihai and personally sent Song Lihai to the entrance of the hall. .
"Master, I have always wanted to practice some Buddhism. When will Master be free, can he teach me?" Song Lihai asked Master Yuantong sincerely when he arrived at the door of the hall.
"Whenever the donor comes, I will have time." Yuantong responded calmly.
Song Lihai nodded, clasped his hands together, bowed slightly, then said goodbye and left.
