Please Love Me, Mr. George novel Chapter 466

The location was so familiar that I panicked for a moment when I saw the body under the white cloth.

Her story was still in my head, but why did she commit suicide?

In the story, which role did she carry?

I had no way to find out, and after seeing the people I should have seen and I was having no regrets. I went back to a Carbombya called Isaraac.

The people there devote themselves to Buddha. I went there and the road into the mountain was steep. The place where Buddha was landed, carrying countless released souls.

Some people entered the mountain to find a peace of mind, but also to find a release.

Not a spacious road, no vehicles. By countless devotees three kneeling and nine kowtow, there were still people towards the Buddha.

Wrapped in a red scarf, let the wind howling at the top of the mountain. I followed the procession of worship, kneeling in the crowd, and did not open my mouth to pray, nor did I recite the scriptures.

Just a silent chanting in my heart, each step of bowing, meaned that sorrow and pain away.

Perhaps my action was too abrupt. The old man around me spoke. "Girl, knee pads are still needed. It is easy to hurt the knee."

I raised my eyes to look. The old man's eyes were moist.

I smiled lightly, "It is okay. I suffer more pain, they will suffer less."

The Buddha said that people who are alive, did not kneel and bow once for the dead. The more devout the heart was, the easier the deceased relieved.

The road, as old man said, to the top of the mountain, my knees can not bend.

Prostrating at the Buddha's feet, my eyes closed and my hands joined in prayer, "May my Buddha be merciful and bless the living and the dead with peace."

The sound of chanting came to my ears. I kneeled in the Buddha store, long time to stare at the Buddha. The Buddha's face was loving, narrow and the eyes were slightly upward, as if to see through all the sorrow and happiness of time.

Let it go!

Life was short, and everything was just a passing cloud.

All some of this world, were their own relief, whether sad or not, all the suffering in the past were thrown in the way of worship. Everything in this time was so.

Legend had it that the road of reincarnation, also like the rotation of the rosary beads. Passing through the gloom and sorrow, the path of sunset and dusk, the heart with perseverance. All this can be turned with the light and shadow, falling a beautiful future.

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City A, June.

In the evening, the Customer Service of the Andor Group, the middle-aged man came in holding a hitch of documents and placed them in front of me, speaking, "These documents are the information to be used by the marketing department tomorrow, you may have to work overtime tonight."

I nodded, put down the work in my hands, looked at him and said, "I won't go to the dinner tonight."

The man was helpless, "It's always a company gathering of colleagues, so it's more or less inappropriate for you not to go."

I raised my eyes to look at him and sighed slightly, "I'm not working too much. I have to work overtime."

"These documents will not be used until tomorrow afternoon, you will have plenty of time to deal with them tomorrow morning. Clara, you always have to interact with outsiders." He was a little bitter, with a little bit of helplessness.

I laughed and looked up at him, "Andy, I'm not not communicating with outsiders, and I'm not trying to avoid it. I just don't like it."

He sighed and paused, "You've been with the company for almost a month now, how many of your colleagues have you spoken to now?Clara, if you choose to make a new start, then this situation you're in now is definitely not a new start."

I stopped moving and looked at him, "What would be a new beginning?"

"To reach out to new people, new friends, new things!"