The location was so familiar that when I saw the corpse under the white cloth, I was a little flustered.

I still remember her story in my head, but why did I commit suicide?

I smile and look up at him, "Ang Lee, I don't communicate with outsiders, and I don't want to escape. I just don't like it."

"These documents will only be available tomorrow afternoon. You have plenty of time to deal with them tomorrow morning. Shen Shu, you always have to communicate with outsiders." He was a bit painstaking, with some helplessness.

I looked up at him and sighed, "don't I have to work too much, do I have to work overtime?"

The man is helpless, "it's always the company colleagues' party. If you don't go, it's more or less inappropriate."

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

In the evening, a middle-aged man came in with a bunch of documents in front of me in the late Department of Anda group, and said, "these documents are the materials to be used by the marketing department tomorrow. You may have to work overtime tonight."

City a, June.

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It is said that the road of reincarnation, like the rotation of rosary beads, passes through the haze and sadness. The way is dusk and dusk. The heart is firm and the hand is warm. All of these can turn with the light and shadow and set a bright future.

All the things in this world are self relief. No matter whether they are sad or not, all the sufferings in the past have been left on the way of worshiping Buddha. The Sutra wheel is spinning. All this is the same in this time.

Life is short, everything is gone, put down to be free.

Put it down!

When the chanting came to my ears, I knelt down in the Buddha's shop and gazed at the Buddha for a long time. The Buddha's face was loving, and his narrow, slightly upward looking eyes seemed to see through all the joys and sorrows and right and wrong of time.

Crawling at the feet of the Buddha, I closed my eyes and prayed with my hands together, "may the Buddha be merciful, bless the living and the dead."

A long way, as the old man said, when I got to the top of the mountain, my knees couldn't bend.

Buddhists say that the living do not kneel down and kowtow for the dead once. The more devout the heart is, the easier it is for the dead to be free.

I smile, "nothing, I hurt more, they suffer less."

I look up, the old man's eyes moist, mouth with a shallow soft smile, is gentle and kind.

Maybe my action is too abrupt, there are old people around to speak. "Girl, knee pads should be worn. It's easy to hurt your knee."

Just meditate in the heart, every step of kowtow, means sadness and pain away, sadness turn the page.

Wrapped in a red scarf and letting the wind whistling at the top of the mountain, I followed in the Buddhist procession and knelt in the crowd without praying or reciting the Sutra.

On the road which is not spacious, there are no vehicles. On the road which is flattened by countless devout believers, there are still people who are close to the Buddha in three steps.

Some people go into the mountains to find peace of mind, but also to find a relief.

The people there are devout Buddhists. I went there. The road to the mountain is steep. The place where Buddhists settle down carries countless souls of relief.

I have no way to explore, see the people who should see, there is no regret, Jingcheng next to a place called sada.

What role does she play in the story?

He sighed and said, "you've been in the company for nearly a month. Now how many colleagues have you talked to? Shen Shu, if you choose a new beginning, then your current situation is definitely not a new beginning. "

I stopped and looked at him. "What's a new beginning?"