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Chapter 415 I won¡¯t return to secular life

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    The person in front of me is sitting on the beach with his knees bent, like a child listening to a bedtime story, his eyes filled with innocent curiosity that is not afraid of facts.

    He asked: "Who are you going to marry?"

    Xia Wancheng pursed her lips tightly, and the huge waves that were shaking her heart were gradually calming down.

    She said: "What does it have to do with you?"

    "Before I leave, you promise to wait for me to come back."

    "You remember this. I was just joking, did you take it seriously?"

    Micheal reached out to pull her and said, "Xia Wancheng, you can't do this."

    Xia Wancheng waved his hand away, her expression becoming more and more excited, "Don't touch me with your hands that can only save lives and heal the wounded!"

    The person in front of him was stunned for a moment, then silently retracted his hands into his sleeves.

    "I didn't wait for you to come back until the day I was going to get married. Since you can break your promise, why should I stick to some unwarranted promises?"

    "I didn't mean it."

    "After all, it was your luck that I met you the day before I was about to jump into the sea. Otherwise, I would not let you go, and you would never live in peace."

    "I'm very grateful."

    Xia Wancheng looked at the person in front of him and sneered again: "What are you grateful for?"

    "I am grateful that I can meet you today."

    "But I'm not grateful at all."

    Xia Wancheng looked at him and said word by word: "It's painful to live, I might as well die."

    This sentence full of resentment made Dr. Micheal, who has always been patient and tempered, angry. He said: "In the hospital across the street, there are still dozens of patients with severe burns living there. Until now, they  They are still struggling to survive. Every day, we have to remove the gauze that is stuck to their skin and flesh and change the dressing. Every time, they have to experience a torture like being reborn. But even like this, they did not think about it.  By giving up your life.¡±

    "Now you know how to tell me the truth? Dr. Micheal, your talk of benevolence, justice and morality is so funny."

    Micheal sighed slightly, raised his eyes to look at the sky, and said: "Go back, a small typhoon will enter tonight, and the weather will change."

    "Go back? Where should I go back?"

    "Silan wants me to tell you that she is going back to Modisha with everyone and will contact you again later."

    Xia Wancheng gritted her teeth, feeling a faint sense of betrayal in her heart that she had been teased.

    She said: "I have a place to live, just in front of the temple. I will get up early tomorrow to go to the port to chant sutras."

    "Silan wants me to tell you that she has made the decision to return to secular life for you, and your bedding will be handed over to the next person who is destined."

    Return to secular life?  "

    Xia Wancheng jumped three feet high, "I will not return to secular life!"

    Micheal looked at her quietly and narrated indifferently: "Even if you don't want to return to secular life, you are still a person with six unclean roots, and there is no place for you in the entire Ramsey."

    Xia Wancheng raised her neck and said, "I have a Buddha in my heart, and the whole world is my place of practice."

    As she spoke, a drop of cold liquid fell on the tip of Xia Wancheng's nose. She wiped it with her hand, then looked at the sky and said in surprise: "Is it raining?"

    While talking, raindrops fell.  Xia Wancheng held her robe against her head and ran quickly, suddenly rushing under the plastic shed.

    When she stood still, she saw Dr. Michael walking happily in the rain, feeling as satisfied as a squirrel after eating and drinking.

    When he got closer, Xia Wancheng asked, "Are you happy in the rain?"

    "I'm very happy. Whether it's Modisha or Ramsey, it hasn't rained for a long time."

    Micheal looked deeply towards the end of the sea and said: "In Modisha, if it rains one day, it means that there will be no war and no one will be injured or die that day."

    "Why?"

    ¡°Here, rain is a good omen and a gift from God.¡±

    Micheal looked at her and smiled softly, "The day I first met you, it was a scorching sun in Bohai. But then it also started pouring rain. It seemed that every time it rained, something good would happen.  "

    Xia Wancheng thought of the face that would appear in front of her whenever she was drowning and suffocated, and silently calmed down her anger.

    She whispered in a low voice: "The sun was so hot during the day that it was about to burn through the road, but now it starts to rain. What is the reason for this? Can you tell me?"

    Micheal tilted his head slightly, his bangs soaked by the rain stuck to his forehead in a mess, and the moment he blinked, his eyelashesThe rain fell down my face, looking like a drop of crystal tears.

    He said: "It is a great honor for Miss Xia to come to Ramsey."

    "Nonsense!"

    There is an obvious burning sensation on the side of Xia Wan¡¯s orange face, which feels similar to being sunburned by Ramsey¡¯s poisonous ultraviolet rays.

    She glanced at the bright moon hiding behind the clouds and muttered: "It's obviously because a small typhoon has entered Ramsey."

    Ramsey has provided their group of medical volunteers with basic living necessities, including clean and warm dormitories.

    Xia Wancheng stood at the door of Dr. Micheal's dormitory, stared at her toes, and said, "If others see you bringing a female monk home, your reputation will be completely ruined."

    "I do not mind."

    Xia Wan Chengpan played with her fingers and said, "You are shameless and I still want shame."

    As soon as she finished speaking, the robe on her back was lifted to her face.  The next second, she was embraced by a warm arm.

    Xia Wancheng sniffed and instantly felt the smell of ink mixed with red sandalwood entering every pore of her body.  Of course, it also contains more disinfectant smell.

    This dormitory is extremely small, and the furnishings are similar to Michael's lounge in Baiyiyuan, with only a simple desk and a simple wooden bed.

    ¡°Probably because I rarely have time to rest, this dormitory looks deserted and clean.

    Xia Wancheng stood in front of his desk and saw a beautiful concentric knot hanging on his desk lamp.  It was the thing that the young novice monk coaxed him to buy when they went to Yunyin Temple to offer incense together before he left.

    "I borrowed the amulet casually, but I always carry the Tongxinkou with me. I don't know whether to call you stupid or stupid."

    "The bathroom is over there."

    Micheal placed his entire set of clean clothes in front of Xia Wancheng and said, "I only have this here."

    Xia Wancheng plucked it randomly with her fingers and said, "Your white shirt has turned yellow after being washed."

    ¡°The water quality here is not good.¡±

    "Are you not careful enough? That's right. After all, in Baihai, you are a young man who has nothing to do with your life. He is very valuable."

    "You got caught in the rain. Go change out of your wet clothes first. Be careful of catching a cold."

    "Who do you look down on?"

    Xia Wancheng snorted her head with her hands, "I don't even have hair, will I catch a cold? You should worry about yourself." (Remember this website's website address: www.hlnovel.com
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