Where Had Zeng Xinyi Gone?

"Would you ever go back to the Lakers?"

Zen Master asked the question.

Wang Yi knew that Zen Master had deep ties to the Lakers.

He had led the Lakers to five championships;

He had served as the Lakers' general manager;

Most importantly, he and Lakers coach Jenny Bass had been in a relationship for seventeen years.

Though the two had now announced the end of their engagement because of their long-distance relationship,

who knew whether they were still in touch?

So Zen Master hadn't asked Wang Yi that question casually.

But Wang Yi's answer was firm.

"Never!"

A good horse never eats the grass behind it. Besides, the Lakers had sent him away in such a manner.

How could he possibly go back?

Phil Jackson's warm laughter came through the phone. "Nothing in this world is absolute."

Then he ended the call.

Wang Yi didn't mind.

It was true that nothing was absolute, but his decision never to return to the Lakers was just that: absolute.

He shook his head and put those thoughts aside, returning to his meditative state.

Meditation actually depended on talent.

And Wang Yi had an exceptional gift for it.

Phil Jackson only had to point him in the right direction, and he understood.

Wang Yi had also realized that sitting alone beside a stream and letting the water flow was a wondrous state of mind.

It was much like the mood evoked by many classical Chinese poems.

Especially the poems of the poet Wang Wei:

"Alone in a quiet bamboo grove, I play my zither and whistle long. Deep in the forest, no one knows; the bright moon comes to shine on me."

"Leisurely, osmanthus blossoms fall. The mountain springs lie empty in the still night. The moon rises, startling birds from their roosts;