The story of Rose starts with being a brother

Chapter 127: The warm man ranks behind the dog!
After the Chinese New Year, Huang Zhenhua found time to visit the Bai family on the second day of the New Year.

Shen Jiayi also knew about this matter. She had known about it during last year's Spring Festival. And before this Spring Festival, she came to Beijing and stayed at Bai Xiaohe's place for a few days, so naturally she knew about it.

When Huang Zhenhua went to Bai's house this time, Bai's father did not have a stern face when they met as he did last year.

Now that things have come to this, he can't and doesn't want to mention it again.

But seeing his daughter with the yellow-haired guy, he thought about it and brought up another matter:

"Xiao He, when are you and him going to have a baby?"

After hearing this, Huang Zhenhua looked at Bai Xiaohe. Bai Xiaohe had told him about this last year.

Sure enough, Bai Xiaohe's answer was the same as before.

"Dad, Zhenhua and I have already discussed this matter. I haven't even graduated with my PhD yet!"

Father Bai frowned slightly when he heard this, but looking at his daughter's expression, he didn't ask any more questions. No matter what, he still needed to respect his daughter's thoughts.

After dinner, Huang Zhenhua followed Bai's father to the study to chat for a while.

This time he didn't pretend. As soon as Father Bai handed him the cigar box, he took out a cigar.

Father Bai smiled and didn't say much. After opening the window a little, the father-in-law and son-in-law started chatting while smoking.

In fact, compared with cigarettes, Huang Zhenhua used to smoke more cigars, although not very much.

After all, no matter how good his physique is, he subconsciously still prefers to smoke cigars that are less harmful. It's not that he has to pretend to be rich now that he is a rich man. In the final analysis... cigars are not good for the lungs.

Huang Zhenhua also knew that even if he had no interest in cigarettes, he could not avoid it.

Especially when he talks about business with others, he often drinks and smokes. This is the national situation.

It doesn't mean that just because he is a time traveler, he has to be as arrogant as Long Aotian all the time. If he has a stern face every day and refuses to do this or that, no matter how good his vision is, he won't be able to implement his strategy.

When playing games, you must also abide by the rules.

For example, sometimes Huang Zhenhua thought that if he had to stay in this world for another ten or twenty years, he would have to start considering the layout of offshore assets...

For those who deal with finance and capital, once their scale reaches a certain level, this is something they have to face.

This time, I spent more time with Mr. Bai than usual and talked more.

He has the advantage of being able to judge the future direction of the entire macro situation that the other party does not have, and Mr. Bai also has the advantage of being able to understand the impact of current micro-detail changes that he does not have.

If we ignore the relationship between father-in-law and son-in-law, they are of the same kind.

……

After the Spring Festival, time speeds up.

In early March, in an alley in Beijing, a black Audi taxi stopped at the gate of an old courtyard house.

Zhuang Taiwen walked over the threshold of the door with his cell phone in hand and ran towards the car happily. A neighbor beside him laughed and said:
"The eldest son is back?"

"Come back, come back."

The back door of the car opened, and it was his beloved eldest son Zhuang Guodong.

As soon as Zhuang Guodong, dressed in a suit and tie, got out of the car, the father and son hugged each other.

At the beginning of this spring, Zhuang Guodong, who was based at Golan’s headquarters in Paris, France, was finally promoted to Director of Operations Department of Golan Group and was ordered to return to China to discuss cooperation.

This time was different from the last time when he went straight to Shanghai to find Huang Yimei. Today, his plane landed directly in Beijing and he came to see his biological father as soon as he got off the plane.

When he was in Paris, every time he saw that his biological mother had replaced him with a stepfather who was younger than him, he missed his biological father more and more.

Although when he was in Golan, he often had to serve his female boss Naomi, who was older than him.

But Zhuang Guodong felt that he was different from his mother. In addition to sleeping with his older female boss, he would also slept with young foreign girls to reconcile the situation. Moreover, he did it for work.

Unlike Zhuang Guodong in the original drama, whose image becomes better and more innocent as time goes by, in reality, how could he, a French boy who has girlfriends both at home and abroad and has many ex-girlfriends, be someone who remains chaste to Huang Yimei?

If you remove the female filter, he is also a man with normal physiological needs.

Of course, just like in the past, with every holy moment, he missed Huang Yimei more.

This is also why in the original drama, Zhuang Guodong has been obsessed with Huang Yime, who was far away in China, for so long that he gradually became a pure-hearted bootlicker, causing countless women to feel sorry for him and scream for him.

Who doesn’t want a home-cooked meal with a mild flavor after eating oily and spicy food?
This time I went home, cooperation was part of the purpose, seeing my biological father was part of the purpose, and seeing Huang Yimei was naturally another purpose.

After greeting familiar neighbors along the way, Zhuang Guodong finally breathed a sigh of relief when he returned home.

Father Zhuang warmly greeted his son whom he hadn't seen for several years. After packing his luggage, he went to pour him some water. Zhuang Guodong then looked around the familiar old house.

After a long while, he sighed with emotion: "It's still the same, nothing has changed."

Father Zhuang poured him a glass of water and handed it to him, saying with a smile, "I live alone, how much can change?"

Zhuang Guodong held the water in silence. Ever since his parents divorced, he went to France to develop his career. It was impossible for his biological father to say that he was not lonely.

Looking at the photos of him and his mother on the wall, Zhuang Guodong suddenly wondered whether he should find a companion for his father.

At this moment, he saw the literary awards and the golden pen trophy on the wall, and thought that it was good for his father to be alone now.

At least in the field of literature and screenwriting, Dad can now be said to have finally reaped the rewards of his hard work. Unfortunately, it was because it came too late that Mom divorced him in the first place.

"Okay, stop standing there. I've prepared the meal a long time ago. Come serve the dishes and get ready to eat."

Father Zhuang hurriedly urged his eldest son to eat. As it was a rare occasion for them to meet, he had already prepared the meal.

At the dinner table, Zhuang Guodong first nagged about helping his father renovate the house. After all, it was a bit old and there were some safety hazards.

However, Zhuang's father rejected his son's kindness. He thought there was no need for him to go through so much trouble to live alone, and besides, this was a public house and the property rights were not in his hands.

In response to this, Zhuang Guodong had no choice but to help him nail one more nail on the cabinet door to show his filial piety.

The father and son sat down and clinked glasses to congratulate Zhuang Guodong on his promotion, and then began to chat about family matters.

After just a few words, Zhuang's father realized that his eldest son wanted to find out about Huang Yimei.

Although Zhuang Guodong and Rose are friends now, they are halfway across the world and can only keep in touch through mobile phones. He is not very aware of some of the specific changes in the other person.

But he had asked his father for help in the past, hoping that he could help him mediate with Rose, so he also wanted to see if he could get any useful information from his father.

As expected, Mr. Zhuang took a sip of wine and said:
"I met Rose after you broke up with her a few years ago. I told you about this the last time you came back. Although I failed to make her change her mind, I have occasionally contacted her in the past few years."

Zhuang Wentai picked up a mouthful of food, ate it, and then continued to say to his silent son:

"Now, she will send me text messages during festivals. She said before that she and you are good friends. I thought she was just saying it on purpose. Maybe she hasn't let you go. Oh, by the way, she told me last year that the girl who had dinner with us that time has officially married her brother."

Zhuang Guodong listened silently while eating. He also knew about Brother Huang's marriage. He didn't come back last year, but he also called Brother Huang to congratulate him. Hearing his father say this, he nodded and said:

"Then?"

"Nothing happened after that." At this point, Father Zhuang suddenly pointed to a trophy on the wall and said:

"When I won the award a few years ago, Rose called me to congratulate me. That time, she was not as reserved as before. Later, I asked her about it, and sure enough, she said she had someone she liked."

"..."

Hearing this, Zhuang Guodong paused as he was about to pick up a peanut with chopsticks and put it into his mouth.

"Bah."

The peanuts fell on the table with a crisp sound.

Zhuang Guodong's mind went blank for a moment.

He used to chat with Huang Yimei often and they kept in touch, but he never heard her say that she wanted to start a new relationship?
'Has Fang Xiewen succeeded in just one year?'

Zhuang Guodong had no choice but to think like this. He knew that his opponent had always been Fang Xiewen, and Fang Xiewen was the only one besides him who had the best chance of being with Rose.

But what is Fang Xie’s diploma?
I have no career and I don't understand the art of roses. Can I really win roses by relying on so-called warm-hearted behavior?

He has asked many bed partners abroad, including some who have studied abroad from China, and they all agree that warm men rank behind dogs!
Why is Fang Xiewen ranked before me?

……

A temple with a long history in the land of Sanxiang.

Huang Zhenhua was just on a business trip this time, but Shen Jiayi suddenly wanted to come with him, so he naturally didn't object.

He won't go hunting for game outside, so what is he afraid of!
Originally, he would only stay for a few days, but looking at Lady Shen beside him, Huang Zhenhua thought about it and decided that there was nothing important to do for the time being, so he decided to stroll around with her.

During this stroll, Shen Jiayi and he came to a temple.

Anyway, Shen Jiayi had said on her honeymoon that she would visit the temple after returning, so we might as well take advantage of this opportunity.

At that time, the tourism industry was not very prosperous, so not many people came to this temple. However, a school in the city organized a spring outing for senior high school students to come here in the early spring, saying that it was to relieve the pressure of this year's college entrance examination.

When Huang Zhenhua and Shen Jiayi were going up the mountain, they passed them by when they were going down the mountain.

When they arrived at the temple, they burned incense and worshipped Buddha in an orderly manner.

Huang Zhenhua used to be an atheist. After all, he had been completely corrupted by money in his previous life. However, after traveling through time, he still had some awe for gods and Buddhas.

Strangely enough, the coldness when climbing the mountain in early spring was relieved a lot after entering the mountain gate. Huang Zhenhua was subconsciously solemn, but he had no interest in asking for divination and interpreting the fortune.

After asking and solving the problem, does he believe it or not?

Shen Jiayi was very interested in this and wanted to draw lots. Huang Zhenhua couldn't help but smile and said:

"What do you want? You have money, love and good health. Do you want to have a child?"

"Hmph, no nonsense in the temple." Shen Jiayi rolled her eyes at him and went straight to the Guanyin Hall.

"Don't come near and eavesdrop when I draw the lots and interpret them."

Huang Zhenhua did not draw lots, but just stood not far away and watched Shen Jiayi. He saw her kneeling on the mat, shaking the lot box with a very pious look.

At this time, there was only one tourist, Shen Jiayi, in the Guanyin Pavilion, and in front of her was an old monk in a gray robe.

The bamboo stick fell to the ground, and Shen Jiayi picked it up and handed it to the old monk along with five dollars. The old monk kept the money first, then took the bamboo stick with a kind look and went to find the corresponding grid behind him.

After taking out a piece of red paper, he smiled and said, "Donor, this is a very good fortune!"

"..."

Huang Zhenhua, who was not far from the door, could hear the voice. He was happy for Shen Jiayi, but also speechless. Fortunately, it was a good fortune.
At this time, it suddenly started to rain lightly, so he stepped over the threshold, first bowed to Guanyin, and then stood at the other end of the hall farther away from Shen Jiayi.

After Shen Jiayi heard the old monk's interpretation, her expression changed slightly, but she immediately asked, "Master, can I draw again?"

The old monk held the rosary in his hand and shook his head, saying, "Donor, it is best to only look at the result of the first draw. Besides, you just got a very good lot, why do you need to draw again?"

Shen Jiayi looked at the excellent fortune in her hand and remained silent.

'The union of yin and yang is always determined by heaven, and the marriage of a woman and a man is no accident; just look at the meeting of the dragon and the snake, and the dream of the bear will bring you a happy reunion.'

It’s a good sign, and it’s also a good match for love and marriage, but…

Shen Jiayi then took out a hundred-dollar bill from her wallet and handed it to the old monk in front of her.

The old monk waved his hands and said, "Donor, no, this is not allowed. How can we use gold and silver to seek personal gain in a pure Buddhist place?"

Having said that, the old monk would glance at the red bill from time to time, and the speed at which his other hand turned the rosary beads became faster and faster.

Shen Jiayi pursed her lips, put the money directly on the table, and then pointed to the stack of notes pressed by the inkstone behind the old monk and said:
"Master, I don't want to draw lots. I see you have a lot of scriptures written on them. I'll draw this, okay?"

"This... is not so good, benefactor, you are making it difficult for me..."

As the old monk spoke, he involuntarily picked up the stack of notes.

Shen Jiayi smiled and clasped her hands together and said, "Amitabha, Master, please don't blame me."

Then he pulled out a piece of paper from the stack.

'All appearances are false. If you see that all appearances are not appearances, you will see the Tathagata.'

The old monk, who had a reluctant and smiling face just now, finally became serious when he saw that Shen Jiayi took out this scripture.

He looked at Shen Jiayi, then at Huang Zhenhua across from him, turned his rosary beads, chanted a Buddhist name, and asked:
"What is the donor's question related to?"

Shen Jiayi was also knowledgeable. She stared blankly at this verse and said, "Marriage."

"Is it related to the donor behind you?"

"Yes."

"The good fortune I just got is not what the donor expected."

"Yes and no."

The old monk lowered his brows and thought deeply after hearing this.

Shen Jiayi looked up at the old monk and said softly, "Master, Buddha said that there is reincarnation. Do you think the love in this life can be found in the next life?"

"Amitabha." The old monk's eyes fixed, and he chanted the Buddha's name, then dispersed. His eyes once again moved back and forth between Shen Jiayi and Huang Zhenhua. He answered the question irrelevantly:

"Donor, the Buddha said there are two kinds of love: one is the love of hungry ghosts, and the other is the love of Dharma. Those who are truly liberated are free from the love of hungry ghosts. They have the love of Dharma because they pity sentient beings. Such love of Dharma is the true liberation."

The love of evil spirits is the love of ordinary people, which is full of desires and never satisfied; the love of Dharma is pure, without any defilement from troubles, the love that leads to liberation, also called great love.

Shen Jiayi understood, but she didn't like this answer, and asked stubbornly: "Master, I only ask if we can continue this love in the next life."

Then she pulled out a stack of hundred-dollar bills from her wallet, but the old monk would not accept it no matter what. Even if Shen Jiayi wanted to put the money on the table, he didn't know where he got the strength and speed to drag the table back.

"Donor, why do you care about appearances?"

The old monk held the rosary in his hands, clasped his hands together, and chanted the Buddha's name softly. Seeing that Shen Jiayi looked upset, he began to persuade her:
"Donor, a person who is obsessed with lust is like holding a torch and walking against the wind. He will surely burn his hands. We have already got the best lot in this life, so why bother to be obsessed with the next life?"

Huang Zhenhua behind him noticed something was wrong, and ran over, holding Shen Jiayi's hand and frowning:

"Jiayi, what's wrong? Isn't it a good fortune?"

Shen Jiayi lowered her head and took a deep breath before looking up and smiling, "It's a very good fortune, but I still want to ask more. Can you go back over there first?"

"..."

Huang Zhenhua lowered his head and looked at her deeply, then nodded and slowly stepped back.

After seeing her lover retreat, Shen Jiayi smiled sweetly at first, then turned her head and her face fell again.

She put the money away, walked two steps forward to the old monk, and without saying anything, drew another card from the scripture.

'From love comes sorrow, from love comes fear; if one is free from love, there is neither sorrow nor fear.'

"Amitabha." In just a short moment, the old monk chanted the Buddha's name several times. Seeing this, he advised again: "Donor, all phenomena are like dreams, illusions, bubbles, and shadows, like dew and lightning. You should view them in this way."

"..."

Shen Jiayi looked at the note in her hand and after hearing the old monk's words, she naturally understood the meaning of this classic Buddhist advice.

But she was silent for a while and then complained: "Master, you copied the scriptures in a very messy way!"

"..."

The old monk was also choked. He didn't expect that the other party could draw such content by drawing two cards. It seemed as if he, the monk, was deliberately targeting him.

Shen Jiayi just wanted to vent her frustration, and didn't think about what the other party could say. When she was about to say that her draw didn't count, the old monk put his hands together and said:
"Donor, if you have a wish in your heart, the Buddhist scriptures will appear. You can ignore this."

Shen Jiayi was silenced before she could speak, and she became more and more suspicious that the other party was targeting her.

She picked up the two slips of paper again and looked at them carefully. Suddenly, she felt something and asked softly:

"Master, what I hold on to, is there any way to be liberated?"

The old monk turned his rosary beads and nodded, "Yes."

Then he said:
"From all delusion, karma, and demonic realms, one is liberated in the worldly way, just as a lotus does not stay on the water, and just as the sun and the moon do not stay in the sky."

Liberation is difficult, just like the lotus cannot be separated from water, and the sun and the moon cannot exist without the void. If you want to be liberated, you must let go of all attachments and not be deceived by the illusions of the world.

Shen Jiayi seemed to understand but not quite, and frowned again. She was really annoyed by people like this who like to make witty remarks!

The old monk explained it first, then thought for a moment and said:

"Donor, if you have some free time, you can copy more Buddhist scriptures. I believe that one day you will be able to find liberation from the Buddhist scriptures."

"Amitabha." The old man and the young man put their hands together and chanted the Buddha's name.

The former looked kind, while the latter had a blank expression.

……

Capital city, Qingting.

In the general manager's office, Su Gengsheng was looking through documents as usual when there was a knock on the office door.

"Enter."

"Boss Su, Mr. Zhuang Guodong has arrived."

Su Gengsheng looked up and met eyes with Zhuang Guodong who was following behind the company receptionist.

(End of this chapter)