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Chapter 593 - 593 594 Heart-to-Heart (23)_1
Chapter 593 - 593 594 Heart-to-Heart (23)_1
?Chapter 593: Chapter 594: Heart-to-Heart (23)_1 Chapter 593: Chapter 594: Heart-to-Heart (23)_1 “Which kind of bead is the best?” Liang Chen asked again.
A brighter light appeared in Qian Hua’s eyes, “Bodhi, I want to go to Manfu Temple to ask for buddha beads made of Bodhi.”
Liang Chen didn’t reply, just nodded his head, and bowed down to continue reading his newspaper.
After dinner, unlike usual, Liang Chen didn’t stand up to leave. Instead, he glanced at his mother and asked, “Are you going to Manfu Temple tomorrow?”
“Yes, Qian Hua said she would accompany me.”
Liang Chen thought for a moment, then said, “I will drive you both there tomorrow.”
…
It took a little over four hours to get to Manfu Temple from Jiangshan City, so they stayed overnight at the temple.
That night, Liang Chen picked out a string of Bodhi Buddha beads for the abbot to consecrate.
The consecration process took a full two hours. He knelt on the mat, watching the Buddha beads without blinking from the moment the red candle was lit until it burned out after the abbot finished reciting the sutras.
Qian Hua and Liang Chen’s mother stood behind him. Qian Hua saw the Bodhi Buddha beads Liang Chen was having consecrated, they were the same kind she wanted. She subconsciously thought that Liang Chen was preparing to give it to her, after all, her birthday was in five days.
A hint of excitement flashed deep in Qian Hua’s heart.
…
The next day, by the time they returned to Jiangshan City from Manfu Temple, it was already eight o’clock in the evening. By the time Liang Chen had dropped off his mother and Qian Hua, it was ten o’clock.
He drove his car and circled around Qian Hua’s place, stopping beneath Jing Haohao’s apartment. He reached into his pocket to touch the Buddha beads, rolling them around in his palm, then looked up at Jing Haohao’s house, which was in darkness. He sat quietly for a moment before getting in his car and returning to his villa on Half Mountain.
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Jing Haohao stayed awake for a long time the night before, lost in thought, and didn’t wake up until late the next day. Yet her first thought upon waking and checking her phone was not to check the time, but to see who’d called.
Finding no call from Liang Chen, Jing Haohao felt a faint sense of disappointment, locked the screen in a hurry, got dressed, tidied up and went to work.
All morning, she was preoccupied. In the afternoon, when there was an activity in her department, Jing Haohao didn’t participate. She sat at her desk, watching her colleagues enjoy themselves.
When it was four in the afternoon, Jing Haohao thought that Liang Chen wouldn’t contact her that day, and she simply rested her head on the desk.
Last night’s sleep hadn’t been enough. Even though the office was filled with laughter, especially noisy, Jing Haohao fell asleep.
Even though she only slept for a short while, Jing Haohao had a dream. She dreamt of Liang Chen, sitting across from her, chatting. They talked for a long time, his voice was very pleasant, warm and soothing, more enchanting than the most beautiful ballad she’d ever heard.
In the dream, Liang Chen’s eyes were beautiful, deep as a still pool, with a strong attractiveness that gradually made her lose herself, even stopping her breath.
Jing Haohao was woken by her own suffocation. She opened her eyes and took several deep breaths before realizing what she had dreamt. She immediately stood up from her seat.
She had actually dreamt of Liang Chen… And in her dream his voice and gaze were so real… unquestionably the ones etched in her memory.
Just then, Jing Haohao’s phone suddenly rang. She picked it up and saw it was Liang Chen calling. She was startled and the phone slipped from her shaking hand, landing with a thud on the desk.