Chapter Twenty

  Wei Xiaobai was discharged from the hospital a month later.

  This whole month, Yanei didn't visit him even once. Moreover, Yanei hasn't left the foot of Lushan Mountain for a whole month. Every day is spent going back and forth between "home" and "work", living more regularly than an old monk.

  However, it's strange. She has become a decent person. Those rotten peach blossoms seem to have also withered away. Not one of them came to pester her. It can be said that she has fulfilled her wish to "avoid trouble". The yin is quite satisfied. Because the day after she left the hospital, she went to the temple. The Buddha's spirit has manifested, it seems.

  The old monk of the Temple of Return to the Origin told her: A woman wearing red and green clothes easily attracts romantic entanglements. Try to wear black. Evil spirits will avoid you. So, Gao Yun dressed in mourning attire from dawn till dusk, all in black.

  Today. The weather is fine. The official felt that staying at home was also "moldy" enough. Can go out to sunbathe. So he gladly invited the Dutch sister to come out and have tea.

  The Dutch girl saw her and nodded repeatedly, saying that the official's attire had taken another step up in terms of quality. After praising her for a while, the official was very pleased with herself, thinking that the Dutch girl was indeed someone who understood her taste. Just take this pair of shoes, for example - no one else said they were good, but she really liked them.

  This pair of black and white two-tone English brogue leather shoes was sent to her by her aunt from London. Handmade. Said to be for women. Actually, it's exactly the same as men's shoes, just with smaller sizes.

  Whenever someone says it's not good, not beautiful, not exquisite. The insider is particularly anxious. "This is Church's. This is Church's." Church's represents exactly good, beauty and exquisiteness. It is a 135-year-old British bespoke shoemaker. The craftsmanship is so good that you can wear it for a lifetime. Blair wears it. James Bond also wears it.

  "Cough. Don't mind the atmosphere. Your being misunderstood is only hiding deep-seated misunderstandings. Taste has been misunderstood. What's worse, great British traditions have been misunderstood." The Dutch sister was leisurely sipping tea and comforting herself by looking at her shoes, still feeling quite depressed.

  "This kind of shoe originated from humble beginnings. Initially, it was designed for convenience in trudging through muddy swamps on rainy days. The front part of the shoe was carved with small holes to facilitate drainage. At that time, it was a favorite among rural gentlemen. However, later on, the Duke of Windsor thoroughly rescued it from the mud and stepped into another kind of higher-end mud. He loved wearing them to play golf."

  The Dutch sister nodded. She could understand her melancholy. "Baby, this shoe is a rare treasure. I heard Professor Gao say that his father wore it when he was studying at Oxford. When he went to see the instructor, took the final exam, and even had meals in the cafeteria, he had to wear a black formal suit called 'subfusc' with a white shirt, white butterfly-shaped tie, and black and white two-tone brogue shoes on his feet. So, this is your family's tradition." The Dutch sister straightened up slightly, comparing them one by one, her eyes shining brightly as she spoke of the great Godfather Gao.

  It seems like mentioning her father has calmed him down a bit. He smiled slightly, looking satisfied.

  They talked about shoes for a while, then changed the subject to tea. Before they knew it, they started talking about going to the temple to worship Buddha.

  "You've been wearing black for a month now." The Dutch sister admired her "piety".

  "Uh-huh. Pretty accurate. It's been quite comfortable this whole time."

  The Dutchman shook his head slowly. "One comes. The monk's words can't be trusted entirely. I went to the Xianju Temple that day and visited the Guanyin Cave inside. There were two women, quite devout. One was around 20 years old, the other around 30. One wore tight jeans with a low-cut top; the other wore a short black silk skirt. The 20-year-old was slender, while the 30-year-old had ample breasts and buttocks. They knelt in prayer... You understand. I got a bit excited just looking at them. I glanced sideways and saw the two monks next to me staring at their key areas, their eyes fixed without blinking. So, when they tell you to wear black, it's purely nonsense. Whatever they wear, they'll still look at whatever they want to look at. Tsk... I think you're really heartless. These people are almost killing each other for your sake, and you just hide like this. Aren't you afraid that in the next life, not even ghosts or monsters will let you off?"

  "They're not for me..." The official knew this excuse was a bit far-fetched. But if it wasn't, then she would have to accept the fact: She had played with Hulai and made him lose his memory. She had played with Xiaoliu and broken his heart. She had played with Xiaobai and crippled him... What a huge sin...

  The Dutchman patted the neurotic's hand. "It's not your fault. It's just that you're not being very loyal by dodging this matter. You need to make a clean break. Have a proper ceremony, okay? And let them deal with their own grudges later. But you need to clearly extricate yourself. For example, pay off the old debts and get everyone involved to sit down together in front of you to clarify your part in it. Only then can you walk away cleanly. Otherwise, you'll never be at peace."

  The Dutch sister spoke reasonably and emotionally. The official nodded slowly after listening.

  Everyone sit down already...

  "Hmm, let's get a table of wine. You're treating, right? A farewell dinner. The last time. Don't be stingy. Make it a big deal. Send out invitations to everyone. Anyway, you'll just feel at peace, right? If they can put aside their past grievances during the meal, that's one good deed done."

  Cough. Cough.

  You said the Dutch sister is like this. You said it's accumulating virtue or lacking virtue. Anyway, the imperial concubine was very pleased. She patted her thigh and suddenly felt enlightened. "Right, that's what I mean. Hiding alone is not a solution. Taking the initiative is the best way."

  She said this and was quite excited. She suddenly stood up. Holland hurriedly pulled her back. "Where are you going?"

  "Let's go book a banquet."

  The Dutchman tapped his fingers on the table opposite. "What's the hurry? Plan it carefully. Think before you act. That's right. Even what to wear that day has to be considered." He glanced at her shoes. "High heels are still better. They're more spirited."

  The official sat down and came straight to the point. She nodded her head, picked up her teacup, and really got down to business. The official thought Holland's sister's suggestion was very reliable. She decided to "dare to take responsibility" this time. Summon everyone together, mediate a bit, and finally retreat completely... Hehe, she thought it was so beautiful.

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