Chapter 117 Her name is Cheng Ling. She can only be called Cheng Ling.

Father Cheng will never forget that rainy night.

He and his eight-year-old son Bai Sheng were watching TV in the living room with his wife, who was six months pregnant.

The door was banged violently.

He was surprised to find his father standing at the door, soaked all over.

"Dad, what's wrong with you?" he asked, "Why didn't you call the driver? Where's the housekeeper? He didn't follow you either? It's raining so hard? What happened?"

But my father didn't answer a word.

He stood at the gate, staring directly at Cheng's mother's belly, who was six months pregnant, with an unpredictable expression.

Then, a bolt of lightning struck.

My father shuddered and fainted.

This time it took half a month.

The company is such a big stall and cannot be left unattended. Father Cheng has to take care of the company, his old father, and his pregnant wife. He is very busy.

And every time he asked his father what happened, his father just said "the secret must not be leaked."

baffling.

After his father recovered from his illness, he seemed to be a changed person and handed over all the affairs of the company to himself. He would either go to the temple or be on the way to the temple every day.

We first went to the surrounding temples, visited the surrounding temples, and then started to run to the temple in the south.

He felt that his father seemed to be looking for something or someone.

Two months later, my wife was approaching her due date.

Father came back from the south.

An old monk with withered skin was brought.

"Dad, what are you doing?" he asked.

The father raised his finger and said, "Shh-"

The old monk had cloudy eyes and was wearing faded khaki robes. The skin on his face was layered on top of each other. He was as skinny as wood and looked very old. He didn't say anything and stared at Mother Cheng in circles.

It looks quite scary.

Eight-year-old Bai Sheng stood in front of his mother: "Hey, Baldhead, stay away from my mother!"

Father Cheng was also a little angry.

My wife was pregnant, and the fetus was not yet stable. She went to the hospital every three days, but at this time, my father threw down the huge Cheng's company stall without saying anything. He had already worked hard enough, and his father was so worried. What kind of trouble is this?

Where in the deep mountains and old forests was this nook and cranny digging up such a talkative old monk?

He was about to pull the monk away when his father grabbed him.

The old monk suddenly knelt down in front of his wife.

Cheng's mother had never seen such a battle before, and she was so frightened that she quickly bent down to help.

But after all, she was almost ten months pregnant and could not bend down to accept the old monk's bow.

The old monk kowtowed respectfully, lifted his clothes, and stood up.

"What's in Madam's belly is a girl. Let's name her Cheng Ling."

Cheng's father was stunned and retorted: "Huh? Who said it's a girl? Besides, we've already prepared a name. If it's a boy, he'll be called..."

The monk shook his head.

"No, her name is Cheng Ling. She can only be called Cheng Ling."

Then, the monk laughed three times and left happily.

Father did not follow, but stayed until the day of Cheng Ling's full moon banquet.

After the full moon banquet, his father called him and his wife over.

"I'll tell you three things."

"First, I am going to become a monk and will go to the Huling Temple in Beifeng, Hangzhou. From now on, you can bring your children to see me every Mid-Autumn Festival. But you must not bring Cheng Ling."

"Second, Cheng Ling, this child, may make you very unhappy, but let her do what she wants to do, and give her what she wants. Don't ask too much, don't care too much. She will have a fate in her life. Jie, after the big trouble, everything will be smooth sailing for her and she will never bother you again."

"Third, if one day Cheng Ling's temperament changes drastically, as if she is a different person, let her come to me alone."

That night, Mrs. Cheng wandered into the ancient temple.

I didn't bring any luggage.

He only took away a bank card worth 20 million.

*

Cheng Baisheng interrupted Cheng's father's memories: "But... every year when I go to see grandpa, I feel that grandpa is not wholeheartedly devoted to Buddhism... That means he lives in the temple during the days when we go to visit him, but not usually. Living in his 500-square-meter flat by the West Lake, eating meat and drinking wine..."

Cheng's father said: "Then you don't understand. This is called wine and meat passing through the intestines, leaving the Buddha in his heart."

"What... Every time I ask him something, he looks enigmatic, or he quotes some Buddhist words... in a foggy way..." Cheng Baisheng muttered.

Cheng's mother was actually quite a superstitious person at heart. She said: "Anyway, that monk guessed Xiao Ling's gender, right? Moreover, this time Xiao Ling was in Haishi and almost drowned... and now he is also He seems to be a different person. Isn’t he exactly the same as your grandfather said? "

Father Cheng was silent for a while before he spoke: "In half a month, it will be the Mid-Autumn Festival. Let Xiaoling go see grandpa."

"Lao Li, don't forget to say hello to my dad."

The butler bowed: "I will, sir."

*

Cheng Ling returned to his room and breathed a sigh of relief.

I finally have time to deal with my own affairs.

She walked to the desk, opened the drawer, and took out a small box.

Lying quietly in the box was a spent bullet.

It was the bullet she brought back from the wild boar forest.

Only the bottom shell of the bullet remains.

Cheng Ling turned on the desk lamp, adjusted it to the brightest setting, and put the bullet under the desk lamp to look at it.

There is a circle of letters and numbers printed on the bottom of the bullet. The numbers are a bit blurry and require special effort to identify them.

"G82.43

"G82", G stands for Germany, 82 stands for the German manufacturer numbered 82.

"43.6" stands for the year the bullet was produced, June 1943.

"9/mm" is the caliber of the bullet.

Cheng Ling's face became serious.

This Parabellum bullet was produced by a bankrupt German military factory in 1943, and it is almost impossible to find it on the market.

It was actually left by her missing team members!