"At 9:47 on August 27, the last batch of Chinese citizens evacuated Gadea by flight and arrived at Huajing International Airport. The compatriots finally returned to the embrace of the motherland. This evacuation operation was successfully completed and all compatriots in Canada returned safely. Home. The central government attaches great importance to this evacuation..."
Rose Yun was sitting on the swing chair on the balcony, looking at the news on her phone, her delicate brows slightly wrinkled.
Today is November 3rd. Counting the days is quite blurry. Two months have passed since the evacuation of overseas Chinese was completed. And she also watched this news countless times during this period, playing it repeatedly, and she could almost memorize the content.
Is he back safely? Will he miss the date again this time?
Rose Yun doesn't know.
For her, the only thing she could do seemed to be to wait. Just like those years past.
A phone call interrupted the news page on the phone. Rose Yun answered the phone.
"Hello, brother?"
"I'll be downstairs at your house in ten minutes. I can pack up and come down." Derek Yun's voice rang from the phone.
"Okay, I'll do it right away."
"It's okay, don't worry."
After hanging up the phone, Rose Yun exited the news page, turned off the screen, stood up and walked into the living room.
She picked up the white woolen coat on the sofa, put it on, walked to the full-length mirror leaning against the wall in the living room, and straightened her outfit.
The woman in the mirror looks gentle and has delicate features. Her long black hair is draped over her shoulders, with a few strands of hair falling down to her ears, looking natural and casual. Rose Yun wears a light beige close-fitting lining under her coat, and the hem of the coat is tucked into khaki trousers, raising her waistline. Her figure is already slender and slender, and she looks very well proportioned in this outfit.
Rose Yun looked at herself in the mirror and found that she had tidied up appropriately. When the time was almost up, she walked to the door, changed into a pair of medium-length black Martin boots, picked up the key on the shoe cabinet, and went out.
When Rose Yun arrived downstairs, Derek Yun's car was already parked at the door.
Derek Yun is Rose Yun's half-brother, three years older than her. He had been studying and working abroad. In the past few years, their father Yun Cheng was in poor health, so he called Derek Yun back to take over the company in his place.
Derek Yun was very skillful in managing the company. As soon as he entered the company, he made drastic reforms and opened up new markets and industries. Three years after he returned to China, the Yun family's company gained momentum and doubled its market value.
Derek Yun has a handsome appearance, three-dimensional facial features, and a pair of very beautiful red and phoenix eyes. When he is not smiling, it is often difficult for outsiders to guess his inner thoughts. Although the two have the same father, they are not similar in appearance, and each is more like his mother.
At that time, Yuncheng and his ex-wife divorced peacefully, and it was only two years after the divorce that Yuncheng and Rose Yun's mother met and gave birth to Rose Yun. Therefore, there is no conflict between the two brothers and sisters, and Derek Yun gets along very harmoniously after returning to China.
Today they were going to Qingming Temple in the south of the city. Lauren Zou ordered them to pray for Yuncheng.
Rose Yun trotted over, opened the passenger door, sat in, and closed the door.
"Didn't you say there are still ten minutes left? Why did you arrive so soon?"
"Why are you running? I just said ten minutes because I was afraid that you would be in a hurry." Derek Yun glanced at his sister.
Rose Yun smiled, put on her seat belt, and said, "Let's go, we'll be late and the road will be jammed."
"good."
The vehicle left the community and entered the main road.
Derek Yun asked her, "Did the recent studio relocation go smoothly?"
"It's okay. A suitable site has been found. The contract is in full swing and will be signed soon."
"Well, remember to call me if you need anything." Derek Yun turned on the left turn signal and said to Rose Yun while turning.
"Don't worry, brother, we can handle it all." Rose Yun glanced at the jade Buddha pendant hanging on Derek Yun's car, "I thought you had been abroad for a long time and didn't like to believe this."
Derek Yun followed Rose Yun's gaze and said, "It was given by a friend. It looked good, so I hung it up."
"What about you? Aunt Ran asked us to go to the temple. Do you believe this?"
Rose Yun shook her head lightly, "I can't tell." She pursed her lips and thought, "But in fact, most of the time I am a materialist."
Say you don’t believe it, but it seems like you do. Believe it or not, she is not a completely sincere believer.
I can't tell you the most appropriate thing in just one sentence.
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The car drove along a winding mountain road and parked in the parking lot. The two people got out of the car and stepped onto the stone steps, slowing down in unison. They stepped over the wooden threshold under the temple's circular arch and entered the temple.
Qingming Temple is located in a remote location and has a quiet environment. At your feet is a road paved with square stone bricks. Moss grows along the edges of the bricks, with dots of dark and light green. There is a ginkgo tree in the middle of the temple.
The trunk of the ginkgo tree is thick and thick, with countless branches spreading upward, and the shade of the tree covers a pure land. In November, the ginkgo leaves are at their peak, surrounded by small yellow fans. Many leaves fell off, and the ground was covered with golden circles. The wind blows every now and then and falls leisurely, neither urgent nor slow.
A monk wearing a gray Arhat skirt was sweeping away the fallen leaves, but he deliberately left this circle of ginkgo leaves behind. Because of this, this old ginkgo tree has become a landscape.
The bells ring distantly, and the red ropes of the blessing tree in the corner are fluttering in the wind.
As soon as Rose Yun entered the temple, she was attracted by the quiet and peaceful Zen atmosphere. Also, whether you are a believer or not, your mood will easily change when you step into this quiet place.
The two entered the hall. The golden Buddha statue is majestic and the Buddha has a benevolent face.
Rose Yun and Derek Yun each lit a stick of incense, knelt down in front of the Buddha statue, and prayed for their father's health.
After it was over, Derek Yun saw Rose Yun and asked the monk for a stick of incense. He asked her, "Who else do you want to pray for?"
"Give it to a B@st@ard." Rose Yun thought of Blake Cen, her tone changed slightly and her face became slightly cold.
The tall Buddha statue in front of him has a kind face and is filled with peace. In front of the Buddha statue, Rose Yun knelt on the lotus kneeling mat, with her eyes closed, holding the stick of incense with curls of green smoke floating in it.
People say that sincerity leads to spirituality. Although I am not the most devout believer, I am completely sincere at this moment. Lord Buddha, can you bless Blake Cen and stay safe and healthy forever?
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"Grandma told you, when you were unconscious in the hospital, I came here to pray for you, and now I must come to fulfill my wish. Also, before you returned to Ji's house, I also prayed for you in the temple. I begged the Bodhisattva to let us find the grandson of the Ji family. Isn't this all a manifestation?"
Blake Cen's grandmother, Grace Wu, stooped and leaning on a cane, walked into the temple with Blake Cen's support. The old man's hair has turned gray, but he is in very good spirits. He kept talking to Blake Cen all the way here.
Blake Cen's parents were both anti-narcotics police officers and died heroically in the line of duty. Due to some accidents, Blake Cen grew up in an orphanage when he was a child, and was later adopted by the Cen family. He was found by the Ji family in his sophomore year, and he is the eldest grandson of the Ji family. Grace Wu cherishes her grandson very much.
But Blake Cen's job was special, and Grace Wu couldn't help but feel distressed.
At the end of the evacuation operation, Blake Cen received a gunshot wound while protecting an overseas Chinese during the war. The bullet entered his chest, very close to his heart.
He almost never got off the operating table.
But in his vague subconscious, Blake Cen always thought that there was one thing he hadn't done yet - he hadn't told Rose Yun that he loved her.
extremely love.
The doctor said that it was not easy for him to survive and it was a miracle. Grace Wu was even more precious to him.
He was discharged from the hospital more than a month after the operation. He was kept at home by the elderly to continue to recuperate. It was not until a review confirmed that he was fine that Grace Wu took him to the temple to fulfill his wish.
"Okay, grandma, I will listen to you." Blake Cen helped her carefully cross the wooden threshold.
Walking under the ginkgo tree, Grace Wu patted Blake Cen's arm with the back of her hand, "Just wait for me. I'll go over there and say a few words to the abbot, and you can't go there."
"Okay, I'll wait for you here. Please walk slowly."
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Rose Yun and Derek Yun came out of the main hall.
"The some noodles at Qingmingji Temple are delicious. Would you like to have a bowl here?"
Rose Yun lowered her head and replied to Lauren Zou, saying, "Okay, it's been a long time..." before eating noodles.
Before he finished speaking, Rose Yun looked up and saw a familiar figure not far away. Her whole body was frozen in place, and the remaining words seemed to be stuck in her throat, unable to be spoken.
When Derek Yun saw that Rose Yun was no longer walking forward, he turned his head to look at her and asked her, "What's wrong?"
The moment Rose Yun raised his head, Blake Cen also turned around and his eyes fell on Rose Yun not far away.
A gust of wind blew, the incense was lingering, and many ginkgo leaves fell one after another. The two eyes met.
Rose Yun's eyes suddenly turned red.
Blake Cen stood under the ginkgo tree, tall and straight. The black assault jacket he wore had an aura that was different from the austere and serious aura of the combat uniform he wore in Gadea. My hair seems to have grown longer, and there are broken hairs on my forehead. The man's deep brows were still the same as before. Although he had no expression at the moment, he did not hide the unruliness in his bones.
Both of them stood there, motionless, as stubborn as when he put her on the evacuation plane.
After two months, Blake Cen didn't know how he felt when he saw the woman he had longed for again.
Especially when there is an outstanding-looking, upright and dignified man standing next to her.
The tip of Rose Yun's nose couldn't help but feel sore, and she felt an inexplicable sense of grievance. The moment she saw Blake Cen, it spread in her heart and wandered through every blood vessel in her body.
It turned out that he had come back, but he didn't come to see her when he came back. Just like that year, she was the only one who was being sentimental.
Why is she so stupid, still praying for him stupidly?
It was Rose Yun who withdrew his gaze first.
She stretched out her hand, took Derek Yun's hand and turned her head to look at him, her eyebrows curved and her voice gentle, "Qi, let's go."
The temple is too quiet.
It was so quiet that Blake Cen could hear Rose Yun's affectionate address to the man next to him.
Blake Cen's eyes fell on the hands held by the two people in front of her, her thick black eyebrows lowered unconsciously, her eyes slightly raised to look at the man beside her, unable to hide an obvious hostility.
The sourness in my heart was thick and strong.
The wound seemed to be hurting again. Is it because it's too close to the heart?
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