"My mother begged her," he confessed, "but it didn't work."
Cheng Xi laughed and said, "Then I pray that my mother will live a long life. I..."
Ye Bonan put his finger on her lips, but did not touch her lips. He only intercepted the second half of her sentence from a distance, "What she said out loud failed."
The smell of his hands was temple incense ashes and gardenias, the gardenias coming from the aromatherapy in the car.
Shallow and clear.
The man turned his back to the afterglow of the sunset, clasped his hands together, and between his fingers were three sticks of incense, showing a trace of piety and a trace of peace as he went to the countryside to do as the Romans do.
Cheng Xi looked at it for a while, closed his eyes, knelt on the futon and kowtowed three times.
"Do you have a signature?" Ye Bonan asked the host for a signature.
The host shook the lottery tube, but not a single lottery ticket fell out.
"No visa, come another day."
He tilted his head and said, "I'm not lucky today. Can you please have one?"
Cheng Xi felt that the temple was trying to attract customers by trying to attract customers if he could not get what he asked for once, ten times, or a hundred times.
Especially those seeking marriage and heirs. If they don't get the signature, they are worried that something will go wrong, so they will offer more incense.
"I don't beg." She went out.
A large number of white pigeons fell in the open space in the east courtyard of the temple. They were flapping their wings and eating corn kernels and millet residue scattered by pilgrims. Ye Bonan knew that she wanted to feed them, so he bought a bag of corn kernels and handed them to her.
"The monk told me that there are cats and foxes in the back mountain. He has been raising them for seven or eight years. They are very spiritual."
Cheng Xi took the food bag, poured it into the palm of his hand, and stretched it into the air, "Does the fox have it now?"
Ye Bonan said, "I will come out to bask in the sun at noon and hide in the woods in the evening."
A gray pigeon flew into Cheng Xi's palm and pecked her, and then four or five pigeons surrounded her and started pecking.
She was itchy and retracted her hand. The pigeon pecked her hand hard and ate the last corn dregs. The harder it was, the more she couldn't bear it and she was trembling with laughter.
Ye Bonan stood behind her, holding her back with one hand and her shoulder with the other, fixing the hand that was feeding the pigeons, "Don't shrink, it won't hurt once you get used to it."
"It's itchy..." Cheng Xixian curled up his fists, "I'm very sensitive."
Ye Bonan glanced at her. Her eyelashes were wet and she burst into tears from laughter.
"So sensitive?"
Cheng Xi dodged the flying pigeons and tossed the corn kernels, and they swarmed in and gathered at his feet.
"I've been ticklish since I was a kid and couldn't touch them."
Ye Bonan let go of her shoulders, "You can't touch her anywhere."
At the entrance of the temple, Zhou Jingchen stepped off the observation car, looked up, and happened to witness this scene.
His face was expressionless and his tone was neither serious nor serious, "General Manager Ye."
"Chief Engineer Zhou?" Ye Bonan didn't expect Zhou Jingchen to show up, "Are you here on a business trip?"
"Doing private business." He glanced at Cheng Xi who was standing aside, neither happy nor angry, "There is a factory in the western suburbs. It's not considered business. I just stopped by to inspect it."
This city is a prefecture-level city with a vast land area. Many factories, warehouses, and logistics bases have been established in the four southeastern and northwest suburbs. Beihang Group has a piece of land in the western suburbs and the southern suburbs. After the parts leave the factory, they are transported to the western suburbs. Carry out on-site survey and inspection of the cargo aircraft model, and make sure there is no error in even one screw before it can be officially flown.
In the years since Zhou Jingchen served as chief engineer, Beihang Group has strived for excellence and has not had a single cargo flow accident.
Ye Bonan only took over the Yunnan Airlines Group four years ago. When he took over, the executives were corrupt, they were taking kickbacks from the factory, falsely reporting accounts, and the stock price was on the verge of collapse. It took him two years to get the group back on track, and another two years to turn it around. Ying is even qualified to compete with Beihang Group.
Therefore, the industry evaluates "Southern Zhou Beiye" as equally powerful.
Zhou Jingchen is steady and steady, while Ye Bonan is quick to adapt.
"I remember that Mr. Ye didn't like the young lady from the Zhou family." Zhou Jingchen smiled half-heartedly, "It's nice to get along with her in private."
"It's not that I didn't like Cheng Xi." Ye Bonan followed Zhou Jingchen's gaze and looked at Cheng Xi, "There was a misunderstanding."
"That's it." Zhou Jingchen's face was indifferent. He was not surprised or happy, and he didn't have a very high moral character. I really couldn't guess what he was thinking, "Maybe I have a chance to become Mr. Ye's uncle?"
"It's all up to chance." Ye Bonan didn't admit it or deny it.
It was cold on the mountain, so Zhou Jingchen opened his arms. The wind brought chill to his chest. He buttoned up his buttons and said, "Does Mr. Ye also have official duties? How many days will he stay here?"
"Plan to leave tomorrow night."
Zhou Jingchen smiled, clearly not very friendly, and without any loopholes, "I have time to make an appointment with Mr. Ye to have dinner with him."
"Aren't you going to bother me?" Ye Bonan accepted happily.
"Of course I won't bother you if you have time."
Zhou Jingchen rolled up his sleeves and looked at his watch, clearly ordering him to leave.
"With Chief Engineer Zhou here, I can rest assured about Cheng Xi's safety."
Ye Bonan passed by Cheng Xi and nodded slightly.
The smile on Zhou Jingchen's face completely disappeared, and his attitude was stiff, "Follow me."
Cheng Xi kicked the steps with the tips of his shoes but did not move.
He took two steps and realized that she hadn't followed. He turned around and said, "What are you standing for?"
The monks in the temple were cleaning the incense ashes, and the air was foggy. Zhou Jingchen, who has always been tidy, couldn't help but frown and stepped back another meter, "Have you not worshiped the Bodhisattva enough?"
She raised her head and stopped talking.
Lowered his head again.
The ashes of the incense made Zhou Jingchen's nose uncomfortable. He took out his cigarette case, bit out a cigarette, and used poison to fight poison.
Cheng Xi looked at the mountain road. Ye Bonan took the sightseeing bus back the same way. She stood on tiptoes and approached Zhou Jingchen slowly, "Are you here to ask for repayment?"
He was unimpressed, "Are you ready?"
"get ready."
Zhou Jingchen's eyes were full of meaning, and he tapped the cigarette ashes with his index finger, "Where do you live?"
Cheng Xi said, "Fali Hotel."
He took a long drag on the cigarette, exhaled, and put out the flames.
There was only one sightseeing car left on the way down the mountain, with eight seats. Zhou Jingchen sat in the front row and Cheng Xi sat in the last row, separated by two rows of empty seats.
