Chapter 82

The so-called appearance comes from the heart. If you want to break this appearance, you must do good from the heart, accumulate virtue and accumulate good luck.

"Master, can I practice with you in the future?"

"What are you going to fix?"

Jiao Mei said without thinking, "cultivate Buddha."

"What is Buddha?"

Jiao Mei frowned and thought, "Buddha can make people forget all their troubles and take me to the Western Paradise."

Mingjing shook his head: "that's escape."

Jiao Mei asked, "how can we practice and reach a state like a master?"

"Read and practice, keep your mind in order, keep precepts, do good deeds, make vows, and have a Bodhi Heart."

"Practice is not in form, in sincerity, not in the old temple in the mountains. In your current clothing, food, housing and transportation, one meal, in your life, there are Taoist temples everywhere. Everyone is good knowledge, abstaining from greed, anger and infatuation, being insightful, idealistic and pure land, and self-nature Amitabha."

The girl's quiet voice sounded quietly in the ward, as if it had its own echo effect. The voice fell for a long time, and the voice seemed to echo in her ears.

And she herself stood in place, a noble, compassionate, people dare not look directly.

Mingjing walked out of the ward. Song yinzhang looked at her and hardly dared to talk to her, as if he really knew her now.

"Good luck, master." Mrs. Li caught up.

Mingjing stopped, turned to look at her and nodded slightly.

"Mrs. Li, I have returned to common customs. Just call me a mirror."

Mrs. Li said respectfully, "even if you are vulgar, you can be my master."

Instead of correcting her, Mingjing asked, "what can I do for you, madam?"

"I have nothing to do, but if there is any confusion in this regard in the future, can I ask the master to solve it?"

"Madam broke me."

"The master is too modest. Let's say so. I'll visit the master when I have time."

Mingjing nodded helplessly and was about to leave. He looked up at Mrs. Li. "Madam is hungry and thirsty recently. She urinates frequently?"

Mrs. Li was stunned and nodded quickly: "yes, maybe she has been too tired recently. Just have a rest."

"Madam, I'm in the hospital at this time. I'd better go to the endocrine department for early diagnosis and treatment."

He nodded and turned away.

Mrs. Li stared at the back of the mirror and was stunned in situ for a long time until everyone disappeared and reacted fiercely.

Master means I'm sick?

You can't doubt the master's ability.

But what's wrong with me?

Mrs. Li fell into hesitation and entanglement. For fear of finding out any serious disease, she had a good ideological struggle and went to the endocrine department.

The attending doctor was an old professor in his fifties. He asked her about her complaint. She said something about her physical discomfort, and then opened a lot of tests for her to do. An hour later, she came back with the checklist.

The old professor glanced at each list, finally pushed the reading glasses on the bridge of his nose and said, "you're lucky to come early, otherwise you'll have to take insulin later."

Mrs. Li was stunned: "insulin?"

The old professor glanced at her: "you don't know what disease you have. How can you think of hanging up in the endocrinology department?"

Mrs. Li grabbed his words and hurriedly asked, "what disease do I have?"

"Don't worry, diabetes is getting younger and younger now. Your age is not unusual at all. Fortunately, you came early. Later, you look at your blood sugar level. You can't beat insulin. So, let's prescribe some medicine for you to go back to eat. On the diet, be careful not to eat sweets any more, and then take a blood glucose once more after three days."

Mrs. Li took the medicine out of the outpatient building and bowed to the horizon: "I wish you a God."

When Mrs. Li came home, Li Qingyao saw that she was carrying large and small bags of medicine in her hand and said in surprise, "Mom, didn't you go to the hospital to see Mrs. song? Why did you bring so many medicine back?"

Mrs. Li said happily, "fortunately, I went to see her today, or I will be the one lying in the hospital bed tomorrow."

Mrs. Li told the cause and effect of Jiao Mei's injury, especially highlighting the magic of Zhu Mingjing, and worshipped her like a God.

"Wish the master she looked at me, and she knew I was having problems, and asked me to hang up the Department of Endocrinology. I thought she wasn't bothered me. Anyway, I was in the hospital, and I didn't bother to check it. I didn't think it was a problem. Diabetes, but the doctor said that it was lucky to find it early enough to take the medicine to control the blood sugar. Who can stand the two needles? I really want to thank you. I wish you a great master. She is really the reincarnation of a Bodhisattva. "

Master Zhu? Zhu Mingjing?

Li Qingyao smoked at the corners of her mouth.

She really can't connect Zhu Mingjing with the master of deception.

As if she saw what she was thinking, Mrs. Li gave her a white look: "you can't be disrespectful to the master. The gods and Buddhas are watching in the sky. Jiao Mei is disrespectful to Master Zhu because she doesn't listen to Master Zhu. There's really a problem. You don't know how embarrassed she looks when she cries to Master Zhu."

Li Qingyao couldn't cry or laugh: "Mom, I'm a Xueba who can get full marks in the examination of philosophy. Doing this feudal superstition is originally a cultural dross. Save it, but I didn't expect her to look very beautiful. I didn't expect that she was still a big flicker behind her back. Sure enough, people can't judge by appearance."

Mrs. Li slapped her on the back and said in a deep voice, "bah, bah, please forget what you just said. Don't be disrespectful to Master Zhu."

Then he put his hands together and worshipped the sky: "I wish you master, my daughter didn't mean it. Don't blame her. She's still a child."

Li Qingyao secretly rolled her eyes.

"By the way, you and I will go to Master Zhu tomorrow to see if you can be admitted to your favorite university this time."

Li Qingyao frowned: "Mom, you're going too far. How many scores are my own strength. How can I beg others? I won't go if you want to go."

"You child..."

At this time, the landline in the living room rang. The nanny answered and said, "madam, it's Mrs. Gao's phone."

Mrs. Li went over and picked up the microphone. "Mrs. Gao, it's me."

"Mrs. song, she's fine. She has some skin injuries. Just keep it for a few days. Uh huh, OK. I'll see you tomorrow."

Mrs. Li hung up the phone; "Mrs. Gao asked me to have afternoon tea tomorrow afternoon. It seems that there is no time tomorrow. I'll take you to Master Zhu when I'm free."

These ladies get together every once in a while. What's the party for? There are more places to compare than beauty, husband, children and children.

Therefore, every time she wants to have a party, she has to do everything she can to try not to be compared by other ladies. She will have a maintenance and hair done tomorrow morning. Ah, she has to call the designer to send her clothes for the new season.

"By the way, I forgot to ask if I had invited Mrs. Zhu."

It is said that Lin Qing is going to divorce Zhu Wentao. It is estimated that he is not in the mood to attend such a party now.

Lin Qing did receive a call from Mrs. Gao. She was going to refuse. Suddenly, it occurred to her that if she didn't show up, those people might say worse behind their backs. Escape is not the way to solve the problem. Only her bright appearance can fan those people's mouth. She always breathed in front of these ladies. Now the tone is hung by the mirror for her.

Without a husband, I have a daughter. None of your daughters is as good as my daughter. My mother is still the best in the audience.

"Miss Xiangxiang, you have a rest." In the garden, uncle Wen looked at the girl in a straw hat and said painfully.

"Uncle Wen, I'm fine. I'm not tired at all. As long as I can stay at Zhu's house, I won't be tired no matter how much I work." Zhu Xiangxiang wiped the sweat on his forehead, "Uncle Wen, you continue to teach me pruning. I must study hard."

Uncle Wen sighed: "Miss Xiang, don't face Miss Mingjing in the future. Listen to her, you will be much better at home."

Zhu Xiangxiang looked a little lonely: "I owe her so much that I am willing to do anything. But my father has raised me for so many years. I really can't bear to see my father bullied by her. That's also her father. Why is she so cruel."

Uncle Wen thought that Zhu Wentao deserved it. In his private heart, he loved Zhu Xiangxiang, but intellectually, he knew that Mingjing was right. Even the old lady stood by Miss Mingjing.

Uncle Wen looked at Zhu Xiangxiang. Was she really worried about Zhu Wentao?

Over the past 16 years, my wife has paid the most for her and the relationship between mother and daughter is the best. If she is really filial, she should understand what kind of three views she should have when facing her cheating father as a filial daughter, rather than helping the tyrant under the guise of family affection.

Uncle Wen sighed, "what about the lady?"

Zhu Xiangxiang's face was stiff.

Uncle Wen said no more: "Miss Xiang, go and have a rest. Let me come."

Fortunately, my wife loved her for 16 years. Indeed, she fed the unfamiliar white eyed wolf.

Zhu Xiangxiang took off his straw hat and walked into the living room. Zhou's mother shouted in the kitchen, "Xiangxiang, come and help me choose vegetables."

Zhu Xiangxiang's blood rushed to her head. The dead old woman really called her as a nanny.

Seeing that she stood where she was, Zhou Ma glanced: "it's still the miss of Zhu family. My old lady can't move. It seems that I can't move for Miss Mingjing to recruit another live in nanny."

This is threatening her with a bright mirror.

Zhu Xiangxiang endured and went into the kitchen: "Mom Zhou, I'll help you. Mingjing is so busy, don't spare her."

Zhou Ma hooked her lips and said to her heart, little girl, she can't cure you.

Zhu Xiangxiang has never worked in the kitchen. She used to be a young lady who didn't touch the spring water. When she came to the kitchen, she was busy with her hands and feet.

"Oh, my aunt, what kind of food do you choose? You are all thrown away by the essence. What shall we eat?" Zhou's mother was speechless.

"I haven't learned it. It won't be normal." Zhu Xiangxiang said innocently.

"If I teach, you should learn it seriously. As long as you are not a fool, you should be able to learn it without teaching. This is the basic skill of life."

Zhu Xiangxiang's lips wriggled and chose to endure.

The tiger falls flat and the sun is bullied by the dog. I'm a dead woman. Wait for me.

"Cut vegetables like this. Hold the knife handle. Don't be too tight or too loose. Hold the vegetables in one hand. Be careful not to cut them..."

"Here is the gas switch, to the right is a big fire, to the left is a small fire..."

"Fire, wait for the water to boil, put the pot into boiling water..."

"Do you understand?" Asked Zhou ma.

Zhu Xiangxiang nodded: "almost."

"Come on, here's the shovel. I'll fry this dish for you."

Zhu Xiangxiang subconsciously shook his head, "I... can't do it."

"I don't know if I didn't do it. Hurry up. The time is coming. Miss and Mrs. are waiting for dinner. I'll guide you."

Zhu Xiangxiang wants to cry without tears. She has really become the mother of Zhu family.

Then I heard all kinds of screams from the kitchen, with different frequencies and decibels.

Mingchen and mingti lie on the railing on the second floor and look down. Mingchen covers his mouth and says with a smile: "she's too miserable."

Mingti hummed, "you deserve it. You can't even cook at such an old age. You're like the second sister. You learn everything quickly."

"If I hadn't held her wrong, she might have been our second elder martial sister."

Mingti shivered: "forget it, such a second elder martial sister has no luck to suffer. Fortunately, she was wrong."

"Xiangxiang, you can't do this. If you get married in the future, your mother-in-law can pick you wrong."

Zhu Xiangxiang said unhappily, "can I make the level of a five-star chef for the first time?"

"Well, let's learn slowly."

Zhou Ma was happy.

Zhu Xiangxiang was full of gas without dinner.

Just as she was lying in bed, the door was knocked, and there was the voice of mingti's dead girl outside the door.

"Zhou Ma is looking for you."

Zhu Xiangxiang turned over under the quilt.

The girl kept knocking, "bang bang bang" was like hitting the wall.

Zhu Xiangxiang opened the quilt and rushed out, "what are you doing?"

Mingti is much shorter than her, but she doesn't have stage fright at all. Her back is straight. She looks up at her and says, "Mom Zhou is looking for you."

Among the three little girls, the one she hates most is mingti, because mingti is the most like a mirror.

It must be looking for her to work again. Zhu Xiangxiang didn't want to go. The girl stared at her with dark eyes, which was more frightening than Zhu Mingjing. Zhu Xiangxiang had no choice but to say, "OK, I'll go."

"Xiangxiang, come and take these plates with me." Zhou Ma ordered.

Looking at the leftovers on the table, Zhu Xiangxiang almost vomited out.

Why should she do such an old maid's job.

Zhu Xiangxiang stood where he was, his chest undulating rapidly.

She looked at Lin Qing sitting in the living room drinking tea and shouted, "Mom."

Lin Qing's face was a little haggard. She looked at her: "Mom pampered you since childhood, so that you didn't even touch the bowl. Look at your hands. They are delicate and white. They are violinists, not hard workers."

Zhu Xiangxiang looked a little moved. She remembered that when she was a child, she was very delicate. No matter what she did, Lin Qing adhered to her. She even signed up for a violin class to cultivate her celebrity temperament. In order to maintain her hands, Lin Qing bought fresh milk to soak her hands every night.

Zhu Xiangxiang's tears fell down.

Seeing her like this, Lin Qing couldn't bear it at the bottom of his heart. He just wanted to say forget it. When he saw the mirror coming down from the second floor, Lin Qing turned his head.

"You haven't practiced the violin for a long time. It's long abandoned."

"Follow Zhou's mother and study hard. When your mother is gone, you won't be unable to take care of yourself. At least you can support yourself."

Seeing the mirror, Zhu Xiangxiang quickly turned around, wiped his tears and walked over to clean up the plate while enduring nausea.

Then uncle Wen came in and said, "madam, the designer has come to deliver the clothes."

Lin nodded, "please come in."

Zhu Xiangxiang was stunned. Why did Lin Qing send clothes? Is there any important party recently?

Daisy is a cutting-edge designer in China. After returning from studying abroad, she created her own clothing brand, Xi Yueer. Because she often cooperates with stars, her design is bold and novel, which is very popular with female stars. She soon became famous in China. Her studio has rarely received foreign orders now, but Lin Qing gave her a lot of support in the early stage of her entrepreneurship. She is grateful, Therefore, Zhu Xiangxiang and Lin Qing's clothes have always been taken care of by her studio.

It was her assistant who came to give Zhu Xiangxiang and Zhu Mingjing dresses last time. At that time, she was watching a show abroad. When she returned, her assistant gave her gossip about the different treatment of the two real and fake daughters of the Zhu family in the Zhu family. She has a good relationship with Lin Qing, even a close friend. She has always wanted to see it, but it has been a big show abroad in recent months. She really can't get away, It took so long.

"I haven't seen you for more than four months. You're really busy as a big designer."

"Madam, don't say that. I'm really busy these days, otherwise I would have come to see you. This is Miss Mingjing. It's really the same as the rumor."

Daisy looked at the girl standing on Lin Qing's side and couldn't help but say amazingly.

She is used to seeing actresses in the entertainment circle. They are fat and thin. Each has its own advantages. Her eyes have long been raised. Ordinary beauties can't enter her eyes at all, but this girl has been missing for a long time, which makes her feel deeply amazing.

"What do the rumors say? Why don't I know?"

Daisy said with a smile: "it's said that Jiangzhou is famous. I wish my family a true daughter, a fairy like appearance and a compassionate heart. You wish my wife luck."

Lin Qing smiled with satisfaction.

"This is for you and miss Mingjing. It's definitely the first dress of the season. I'll bring it to you first." Daisy put two big beautifully packed boxes on the table.

Daisy said to the mirror, "I'll take Miss mirror to try on the clothes first?"

Lin nodded and said to the mirror, "go."

Daisy picked up the top box and was about to go upstairs with the mirror. Her eyes turned and collided with Zhu Xiangxiang's eyes.

Zhu Xiangxiang's hair was messy and tied a ponytail at the back of his head. He tied an apron around his waist and pushed a small cart full of greasy and messy dinner plates.

Is this still the first lady who used to be proud and dignified? This is a young nanny, especially with the bitter hatred on her face

Daisy could hardly recognize it.

When Zhu Xiangxiang saw her, he was happy first. Like seeing his relatives, he glanced at Zhu Mingjing next to her. He seemed very afraid. He quickly hung his head, pushed the dining car past them and walked into the kitchen.

This series of expression changes takes place in a moment, and its fluency is amazing.

Daisy raised her eyebrows and smelled the smell of gossip, but the melons in this rich family can't be eaten casually.

Daisy looked back at Lin Qing sitting on the sofa in the living room before she went upstairs, and then looked at the direction of the kitchen.

The water in this rich family is too deep.

Look at the girl walking in front. Her back is thin and tall, and her back is very straight. She hasn't said a word since she came in, but it gives her an extremely unfathomable feeling at the moment.

The fitting went well without any changes.

"Miss Zhu is a very standard nine head body with right angle shoulders and wrist over crotch. Such a body supports clothes and looks good in everything. Besides, Miss Zhu is only 16 years old and can continue to grow. If you weren't Miss Zhu, I would have to dig you to be a model in my studio."

I don't know how to practice this figure. She even saw the vest line.

Young and beautiful, with a good figure, a good family background and smart, Daisy looked at her to understand what a chosen person is.

God's preference is unreasonable.

The mirror put on her home clothes, "are aunt Dai and my mother good friends?"

This is the first sentence Daisy heard from her. Her voice was very good. She smiled and said, "I have been an old friend with your mother for more than ten years. When I started my business, your mother helped me a lot, and she took shares in my studio."

"I see. Aunt Dai should cooperate with many stars when she opens a studio."

Daisy smiled and said, "it's OK. I can't even drink a mouthful of water when I'm busy. I just came back from abroad and received a big list. I'm going to fly to Kyoto tomorrow to make a costume co-ordination for the concert of big star Qu Feitai."

Mingjing wrung her eyebrows. She seems to often hear the name recently.

"Do you know Qu Feitai? Now many girls like him and are very popular. Jiangzhou will have his concert next month. Do you want a ticket? I can get you a VIP position from internal channels. You can take your friends with you."

Mingjing smiled: "thank you, aunt Dai, but my friends and I have already bought tickets."

"Ah? You really like the flying platform." Daisy was a little surprised. Spiegel is a girl who looks very sober and restrained. It's hard to imagine that she also pursues stars.

Mingjing smiled: "one of my friends is his fan. I just accompany her."

It turned out to be like this, "I have cooperated with him twice. He is very handsome and talented. He is a qualified idol and doesn't lose his share."

As the mother powder of Qu Feitai, Daisy doesn't miss any chance of Amway smashing.

For example, for the costume planning of qufeitai concert, several studios are competing. Among the schemes put forward, only her scheme makes qufeitai most satisfied, because she knows qufeitai best, and the designed scheme completely stabs qufeitai's careful thinking.

"Every idol who can make fans obsessed must have his shining point."

"You're right, but he's different from other idols. You'll know when you get to know him."

"Der Spiegel, can I add you a wechat? In the future, my studio will issue new models of the current season, and I will be the first to send them to you."

The perfect clothes shelf like Mingjing is the best publicity.

Mingjing readily agreed, and they added wechat.

Downstairs, Lin Qing has tried on her clothes. For so many years, Daisy knows her circumference like the back of her hand and basically won't make mistakes.

Lin Qing is not feeling well. She sends Daisy out through the mirror.

The next morning, Lin Qing and Mingjing put on new clothes and went downstairs. Zhu Xiangxiang looked up at the bright and beautiful two people, and their hearts were sad and sour.

"Mom, are you going to the party?"

Lin Qing touched his sideburns and nodded: "Mrs. Gao, I haven't been together for a long time."

She looked at the mirror standing beside Lin Qing, and the sour water in her heart was about to come out.

She used to accompany Lin Qing. Now she has changed to a mirror, but she has to work at home.

Lin Qing leaves with a bright mirror. Zhu Xiangxiang stares at their backs and his eyes are cloudy.

In the kitchen, mother Zhou shouted, "Xiangxiang, what are you doing? Come and draw the shrimp line."

Zhu Xiangxiang stood still.

Zhou's mother looked at her and said with a smile, "madam and miss have gone away. It's no use looking again. It will only make herself more uncomfortable."

Zhu Xiangxiang took off his apron and threw it on the ground. "Deng Deng Deng" ran upstairs.

Zhou Ma shouted, "Xiangxiang, what are you doing?"

Zhu Xiangxiang stood on the second floor and shouted downstairs; "I'm Zhu Jiada. Why do you call me? You're just an old woman. Don't take chicken feathers as an arrow."

Zhu Xiangxiang's face suddenly turned white, and the rest of his words stuck in his throat.

At the bedroom door, grandma Zhu sat in a wheelchair and looked at her coldly.

Zhu Xiangxiang turned and ran into the room, lying on the bed crying.

Zhou Ma rubbed her hands out and said carefully, "it's the miss of Zhu family. Is it too much?"

I wish grandma a cold hum: "Dou mien and Sheng Mi Qiu. For some people, you don't give her some pain. She thinks you are the big head of injustice."

Zhou Ma nodded: "Miss Mingjing was considerate."

Referring to the mirror, I wish grandma's face ease down: "she went out with Lin Qing?"

"Yes, madam took Miss Gao to Mrs Gao's party."

I wish grandma a long lost smile on her face.