After a long while, Jiang Nanshu slowly came to open the door.
The oversized brown monk’s robe looked empty on her.
Because she was so thin, she looked like a child wearing adult clothes.
An unhealthy flush rose on her fair cheeks, and her eyes were also somewhat red.
Jiang Nanshu looked at Zhou Yanxu and said in a hoarse voice, “I’m sick.”
“I’ll go get some medicine for you, Benefactor. Come down the mountain when you’re better. There’s no hospital up here.” Zhou Yanxu answered her question gently.
Then he turned around and went to the meditation room next door to find the medicine.
Two of his three sentences mentioned her going down the mountain.
Jiang Nanshu gritted her teeth and followed, unwilling to give up.
Since the memories of the two worlds could potentially be restored, could Zhou Yanxu also remember her?
“Could you feel my forehead? Do I have a fever?” Jiang Nanshu said, following behind him.
Zhou Yanxu walked on without stopping: “I’m a monk. It’s not appropriate for me to touch a woman’s skin. Let me find you a thermometer.”
Jiang Nanshu: “…”
“What era is this? Monks are all compassionate. I’m sick. Can’t you take a look at me?”
“I’m sorry, I can’t cure you.”
He rummaged through a wooden cabinet and found a few pills for her: “These are cold medicine. You’ll feel better after taking them.”
Jiang Nanshu snatched them away and poured warm water into a cup. She would never go against her own body.
The man before her embodied the spirit of keeping people at arm’s length.
Jiang Nanshu felt a surge of resentment, with nowhere to vent it, so she could only keep asking Zhou Yanxu questions.
“Why don’t you shave your head when you become a monk? Is it because your heart is not sincere?”
“I practice Buddhism while still keeping my hair.”
Jiang Nanshu seemed to have discovered something new: “Huh, then if you return to secular life, you can avoid the awkward period of growing your hair.”
Zhou Yanxu glanced at her, a smile playing on his lips: “I’m going to shave my head. I’m not going to return to secular life.”
Seeing that he was about to leave, Jiang Nanshu quickly grabbed him: “Zhou Yanxu… I was just joking.”
“Call me Guiyuan, and don’t pull on me, it will have a negative impact on the temple.”
Jiang Nanshu’s grip on his hand froze. Under his gaze, she slowly released it, stubbornly saying, “I don’t really like touching strangers either. I hope Master Guiyuan won’t mind.”
“That’s good.”
Seeing that she had taken her medicine, Zhou Yanxu turned his prayer beads in his right hand and said slowly, “There is breakfast in the temple kitchen. You can go and eat there. I’m going to practice my meditation now.”
The practice Zhou Yanxu was referring to was chanting scriptures under the Buddha statue.
Jiang Nanshu did not follow him anymore.
She went to the kitchen and ordered a bowl of plain porridge and a steamed bun for breakfast.
Because she was sick, she had no appetite for this meal.
What dampened her mood even more was Zhou Yanxu.
See?
Some people, even if you meet them, are still different.
He didn’t know her, and he might not realize the meaning of what he said, but Jiang Nanshu felt deeply hurt.
She thought that it would be better if she hadn’t met Zhou Yanxu.
Whether it was the Zhou Yanxu of her previous world or the Zhou Yanxu of this world, they always pushed her away.
Jiang Nanshu was lost in thought when a plate suddenly appeared before her, with a few vegetarian fried dumplings on it.
The young monk placed it in front of her with a look of remorse.
“I’m sorry, I treated you terribly last night… It’s mainly because Uncle Guiyuan is so good-looking, and many female tourists, under the guise of offering incense, were actually trying to take advantage of him. Some even try to find an excuse to stay here and chat with him. Uncle Guiyuan got so annoyed that he excused himself to go out traveling. I was afraid Uncle Guiyuan would leave again after he just came back, so I treated you so harshly.”
The young monk spoke with a sense of grievance.
“Uncle Guiyuan already lectured me yesterday, telling me I shouldn’t be so rude. I apologize again.”
“These dumplings were just made this morning. They’re delicious. You can try them.”
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