Huaijing's exquisite appearance followed her mother.

He Qingru has been shaved and has no hair decoration, making her facial features more beautiful. She closed her eyes slightly, and raised her eyes with her peach blossom eyes and raised her eyes. Under her tall nose, her lips are rosy. She has a typical melon-shaped face with a deep outline.

Beauty is in the bones, not in the skin.

Her bones are considered one or two in Xiacheng for a very old age.

Although I am now over the age of knowing my destiny and have fine lines on my face, the beauty in my bones and the dignity of the ladies of my family cannot be concealed by this simple monk robe.

Mother and son are in love.

When Huaijing looked into the lobby, He Qingru, who was chanting scriptures in the hall, pursed her lips slightly, opened her eyes and looked out the door.

The woman's peach blossom eyes are very beautiful, and the eye shape does not require eye makeup. The ends of the eyes are slightly raised, and the light brown eyes meet the gaze of the lobby outside.

He Qingru bowed piously to the Buddha, and finally got up and walked out of the lobby.

"I'll just wait outside." Huaijing saw his mother coming out in golden light, his eyes moved slightly. He seemed to be a little boy who had influenced his mother's work, and explained. Because he really had nothing to do, he just came to see her, and he didn't want to affect his mother's chanting.

The night breeze in March was slightly cool, and He Qingru looked up at his son in a suit and smiled and said, "Go to my room."

Looking at He Qingru's back walking in front, Huai Jing looked at the Buddha statue in the lobby again, pursed her lips slightly, and got up to follow her.

He Qingru's room was on the mountainside behind the Marriage Tree. In the silent dark night, the night wind blew, and the branches of the Marriage Tree swung, shaking the Marriage Card on it, making a crisp sound when the wooden piece hit.

Standing under the marriage tree, Huaijing looked up at the marriage card, and his eyes gradually adapted to the darkness, but he did not find the name he was looking for on it.

When she arrived at He Qingru's room, she had already lit a candle. Although there were electric lights in the room, it seemed that the candlelight could make people feel more at ease.

A small candlelight illuminated the small room. The floor was covered with wooden floors, with straw mats laid on it. Huaijing took off her shoes and walked in.

The furnishings in the room are very simple. In the center is a small low square table with candlelights and scriptures on it. On both sides of the small square table are a bookcase and a wardrobe. The house is not very spacious, and both cabinets are facing the corner. On the wall where the two cabinets are facing, there is a small window.

Now the window is supported by a wooden stick, and you can see the night in the sky outside.

The house is simple, simple and not big, and living alone is quiet and comfortable.

Huaijing entered the door, sat next to the low table, looked out the window, and listened to his mother pouring himself a cup of tea. After a while, the fragrance of tea filled the entire room.

The room is filled with floor heating. The weather has become hot these days, and the floor heating temperature has gradually dropped. Sitting on the floor through the weed mat, my body and mind are melted by this warmth. It seems that all the suffering is not bitter, but just a dream.

"Why did you suddenly come here today?" He Qingru took the Buddhist scriptures on the table and turned to the page he recited tonight. The Buddhist beads in his hand turned again.

The Buddhist beads touch each other gently, and the sound is thick and simple, like a faint fragrance, sootheing people's hearts.

"It's over. I want to take Guanguan back to China to study, and I can come to see you often in the future." Huaijing took a tea cup and took a sip of tea. He Yu taught him how to taste tea, and the He family liked to taste tea.

"Really?" He Qingru looked up at her son. She had a beautiful and delicate appearance, and even without makeup, she was dignified and elegant.

"Yes." Huaijing confirmed.

"She is too noisy." He Qingruru said, "It will affect my cultivation."

The complaints from his mother made Huaijing smile. He looked at his mother's chanting scriptures and said his own arrangements.

"You go back too. I bought a house by the beach to live in for you and Guanguan. We won't live in a big house."

In this way, a family that is in chaos can be considered reunion.

"I won't go back." He Qingru said in a deep voice. She looked up at her room and said, "It's good to practice here."

He Qingru came to Qingping Temple at first, but first, to avoid suspicion. After all, she was the He family's daughter. Staying in the mansion would make Old Lady Mei afraid and unwilling to hand over the IO to Huaijing. Second, Huaijing was to protect her.

He would send new luxury goods here regularly every month. He thought she was still thinking about the world, but he didn't expect that she would be detached now.

Huaijing looked at He Qingru, and his long eyelashes floated under the light, a layer of black shadows on his light brown eyes.

"Is the cultivation of the Qing Dynasty so good?"

After turning the scriptures one page, He Qingru's eyes were placed on the scriptures, and her eyes drooped, making people unable to see the expression in her eyes.

"Well, I feel at ease. After coming here, I rarely think of your father."

This topic made the originally quiet room even quieter. The sound of Buddhist beads colliding together seemed to be amplified.

Huaijing looked at the scriptures written in brush, and a layer of sadness gradually rose in his eyes. But soon, this layer of sadness was covered by the smile later.

"It's so good? Then I'll convert to Buddhism, too."

He Qingru raised her head.

Huaijing was still looking at her, a smile appeared on the corner of her lips, and even her eyes were filled with laughter, but this smile did not reach the bottom of her eyes.

She looked into her son's eyes and remembered what he looked like when he came a few months ago. She hadn't seen such a Huaijing for a long time. Huai Changzhuo's death made him hide all his edges and his happiness. He was like a walking corpse, and he must ask his father for an explanation.

This dormant has been dormant for ten years.

Ten years have made him mature gradually, and he will hide his expression more and more. Sometimes, even her mother, doesn't know what he is thinking.

But from some point on, he became more vivid than before, as if the Buddha had re-watered the joy of life, and his eyes became clear and bright.

And this kind of sunny and brightness is gone at all now.

When the matter of Huaichang Dynasty closed down, he avenged his father, he should be happy. But his happiness seemed to be completely removed from the root, and no one allowed him to laugh again now.

He Qingru met Huaijing's gaze. She looked at her son, her voice with the kindness she used to tell stories when she was a child to coax him to sleep.

"The Buddha doesn't want you to take refuge." He Qingru said, "The Buddha wants you to be happy."

The Buddhist beads on her mother's hand were still turning, as if she was just reciting a Buddhist scripture. Her eyes were filled with love, and that feeling, like she was alone, wrapped in the cradle of her mother's arms again.

There was some water in his light brown eyes, and the lights in the room were slightly shaking, as if the water in his eyes was shaken out.

Huaijing looked at his mother and suddenly smiled. He turned around and looked out the window, raised his head, and looked at the gradually incomplete full moon and the starry sky in the dark night sky.

The starry sky flashed, reflecting the light in his eyes. Huaijing's throat moved and he chuckled.
Chapter completed!