The Real Daughter With A Buddha-like Mindset

  Chapter 283 Good News (one more)

   "Master, we have been found." Huaiqing put down the monitoring device and sighed.

  Bo Yuxun stood in front of the window, looking at the bright moon in the sky through the carved window, his tall back was as tall as pine, and his handsome face was radiant like jade.

  Hearing that the man just smiled faintly, his slender fingers tapped on the window sill, like a butterfly sitting lightly on the flower branch.

  Huaiqing stared at the man's fingertips.

She has never seen a hand more beautiful than a young master, more heroic than a woman’s femininity, but a bit lighter than a man’s ruggedness, fingers like green onion roots, white and slender, like a piece of carefully carved jade, every angle All are so perfect and exquisite.

  This is a pair of beautiful hands like works of art, but also a pair of hands that save the dead and heal the wounded.

  And now, these two hands, for the one you love the most, take up the sword and raise it to the enemy.

   "Jiang Chunlan comes from an intelligence background and is vigilant, she will doubt it sooner or later."

   "Then are we stunned?"

  "Snake has to stick out her head before she knows her lair. You did a good job tonight."

  As long as Qin Qiuxi is fooled, it is successful.

   "Then what shall we do next?"

   "Huaiqing, it is enough for you to help me this time. It is dangerous to solve what I have to do and it is not suitable for you."

  "Young Master." Huaiqing stood up suddenly, clenched his fists, his eyes gleaming with resentment.

  Bo Yuxun looked at her with frown.

  "Master, please let me be with you. During the years you have gone, I have never stopped studying for a day. I know everything and I can definitely help you."

  Bo Yuxun looked at her quietly.

  Huaiqing's eyes are firm and unwavering.

  She has a small white flower face, but her brows and eyes reveal a sense of determination, like a grass that has emerged from a crack in the stone, and she will never bend down despite the wind and rain.

  Everyone has stories that cannot be told to others, and they have gathered together to become the way to go in the future.

  Bo Yuxun did not ask why, he only asked: "Have you decided?"

   "Yes, Master, I was ready long ago."

  Bo Yuxun nodded: "Qin Qiuxi will contact you again. If there is any movement, please report to me in time."

  Huaiqing closed the door and left.

  Meet Bo Yujiang at the corner.

  "Miss." Huaiqing yelled with low eyebrows, and stepped away.

   "Did Qin Qiuxi embarrass you tonight?" Bo Yujiang's gentle voice came from behind.

Huaiqing turned around and said respectfully: "Miss Qin apologized to me."

  Bo Yujiang squinted his eyes: "It's not like what she can do."

  "If the lady is fine, I should go to serve the old lady to sleep." Yuluo turned and left.

  Bo Yujiang stared at Huaiqing's back, his eyes uncertain.

   Turned his head and glanced at the closed door in front of him. What the **** are these two people doing?

  ——

  Huaiqing came out of the main room where Mrs. Bo lived, and turned into the west penthouse next to it. This is the closest to the old lady’s room. It is more convenient for her to take care of the old lady nearby.

  The ear room is smaller than a normal wing room, and she lives alone but it is more than enough.

  After washing, Huaiqing wrapped her hair in a towel, and the towel passed over her chest, revealing her smooth shoulders.

  At this moment, the door of the room was knocked.

  "Who?" Then she quickly took the coat from the side and put it on her body.

   "Huaiqing, I suddenly thought of something that I forgot to tell you..." When the words fell, someone opened the door of the room and walked in.

  Huaiqing turned her back to the person, and an ugly scar on her smooth back was so eye-catching that it was hidden by her coat almost in the blink of an eye.

  Huaiqing turned around, frowned and looked at the person who came: "Miss, you are so late, what can you do with me?"

  Bo Yujiang smiled and said, “It’s like this. I think the weather forecast will be good tomorrow. If you have time tomorrow, take your mother to a nearby park. It’s not good for the elderly to stay at home.”

  Does this kind of thing deserve a trip by the lady herself?

   said respectfully, "Miss, don't worry, it is my duty to take care of the old lady."

   "I always feel relieved when you do things. It's getting late, so you can rest early." He closed the door and left.

  Bo Yujiang walked under the veranda, the lights fell on her face indefinitely, flashing the scenes she saw just now in her mind.

On Huaiqing's back, there was a large burn.

  What secrets are hidden in her body?

  ——

  Huaiqing locked the door, turned and walked to the floor-to-ceiling mirror, took off her coat and turned her back to the mirror.

  Pull the long hair to the chest. She turned her head, her eyes fell into the mirror.

  I saw the woman's graceful body curve clearly reflected in the mirror, but from the butterfly bone to the waist nearly two-thirds of the place is distributed with horrible scars, like the back of a toad, terrifying and ugly.

  The woman’s hand brushed across the uneven scars, and the fire was reflected in the depths of her eyes.

  The fire burned for three days and three nights, and even the forest was turned into a sea of ​​flames.

  Power is really a good thing.

  It can turn deliberate murder and arson into a natural disaster, and the hideous servant has turned into a noble lady respected by everyone in the upper class.

  What a irony!

Putting on the clothes, Huaiqing walked to the window. In the flowerpot on the window sill, a small boxwood tree grew with twists and turns, like an open umbrella. It was only winter, and only the trunk was left. leaf.

Among the gray and bare branches, there is a small vine branch. The vine branch is too thin. It drilled out of the sludge and wrapped tightly around the trunk, like a dodder growing from a big tree. flower.

   "Our hometown can no longer go back, only you are always with me."

  The woman gently stroked the vine with her fingers, "When will you bloom?"

  That day, it must not be far away.

  ——

  On this night, some people can't sleep all night, some people suffer from nightmares, and some people sleep soundly.

   On the big bed, Liu Muxue turned over and spread out on the bed in a large font, her four corners being occupied.

   Smashed his mouth, still muttering in his sleep; "It's delicious... Sister Cui, come with me."

   Liu Muxue was awakened by urine, got up and mumbled out of bed, walked out of the living room, and inadvertently saw a figure reflected on the glass door on the balcony facing away from her.

   Liu Muxue's scared urination disappeared in an instant.

   Picking up the desk lamp in the corner, Liu Muxue cautiously walked over.

   "You... are you a man or a ghost?"

  I turned on the light on the balcony and found that it was a bright mirror, sitting cross-legged, with a straight back, looking like he was asleep, but the prayer beads between his fingers were moving in an orderly manner.

  "Will you not sleep here to cultivate immortals most of the night?" Liu Muxue breathed a sigh of relief, and just put down the lamp, urine came again, and rushed into the bathroom in a panic.

   Liu Muxue walked out in full comfort, slowly exhaling a stale breath, and opened the glass door of the balcony. Liu Muxue was almost stabbed to autism by the cold wind. She quickly retreated and closed the glass door.

  Looking at someone on the balcony who was wearing a thin long skirt, who was motionless like an old monk entering his mind, Liu Muxue shivered subconsciously.

   "A person who cultivates immortality can't be compared." After the words fell, he quickly got into the warm bed.

  The deep night, the biting wind.

  The sky is like a game, and the stars are like chess.

  In the boundless night, who is the **** on the chessboard, and who is the one playing chess?

  As the national political and cultural center, even the Jingzhou Railway Station late at night is still crowded with people.

  Two black-clothed men struggled in the crowd, seeming to be looking for someone.

  She watched quietly in the dark.

  Suddenly someone ran into her, and the end of his eyes swept the person backward, and he was about to fall to the ground, while the big and excessive belly was exposed to the light without any omission.

   His eyes dazzled, and he wrapped the woman's waist with one hand, pulling her into his arms and standing firmly.

  The woman has a pair of beautiful eyes that are so heartbreaking. At this moment, they are full of panic and fear, which makes people feel heartache even at a glance.

  "Thank you, brother." The woman hurriedly covered her belly with her coat, her eyes panicking around her.

  When seeing the black man in the crowd approaching, the woman was extremely desperate, and her poignant face was bloodlessly pale.

  However, she was unwilling to admit her fate like this, and she had to find hope even on the road to the dead, because she had more important people to guard.

  At that moment, she saw a pure lotus growing out of the mud, holy and elegant, with a secret fragrance.

  She set her eyes on the woman’s belly, "Why are they catching you?"

  The woman was stunned, and smiled bitterly: "Because of me..."

  When the danger is pressing every step, the explanation is no longer important.

   "Follow me." She took the woman's hand and walked into the darkness.

  It turned out that since that late night, when she gave birth to compassion and took the risk of being exposed to her hand, destiny had already planted the seeds.

  Causality is a cycle.

What goes around comes around.

   "Amitabha."

The last point is an interspersed memory, I don’t know if you understand it, the context is roughly clear, and all the love, hatred, and hatred will be kicked off after laying the groundwork. Good is rewarded for good, evil is rewarded for evil, um, roughly It’s just such a story.

  (End of this chapter)