Buddhist small green plum

Chapter 317

Mr. Xie, who was carrying a hoe and still had dirt on his hands, saw Qingran and Xie Ying'an coming to the backyard from a distance.

Mr. Xie was about to throw down the half-planted flowers and walked over to ask them if they had worshiped Buddha. When he looked up again, he saw two young people sticking together.

Cough, if that's the case, it's not easy for him to pass, let's see again.

I never thought that I would see the problem just by looking at Mr. Xie.

and many more……

Mr. Xie opened his cloudy eyes wide, and even tilted his head a lot in the direction where Qingran was.

Why was his grandson pressed to the stone? ? ?

What is this quiet, gentle, soft-spoken little girl doing to his grandson?
This is the pure land of Buddhism! ! !

Let's put aside the matter of Fomen Jingdi, the point is what is his grandson doing?
hide? ? ?
Bang!

This matter was somewhat beyond Mr. Xie's cognition, he loosened his grip, and the hoe in his hand fell to the ground with a loud noise.

Qingran and Xie Yingan immediately looked in this direction vigilantly.

Before Mr. Xie had time to hide, they saw him squarely.

The joyful smile in Xie Ying'an's eyes hadn't faded away before it was replaced by surprise: "Grandpa..."

Mr. Xie, who has been stable for most of his life, has not been at a loss for many years. He smiled awkwardly and stiffly at the two juniors: "Ah... I, I just came here..."

The implication is that I saw nothing.

Ghost letter?

If you don't see anything, what did your hoe drop? !

How can it be called a large-scale social death scene?

Qingran looked at Mr. Xie who was smiling awkwardly, then at Xie Ying'an who couldn't hide the surprised expression on his face, and then thought about the thing that seemed to be pressing his grandson's overlord just now... Bah, the kiss.

Her fair little face suddenly turned red.

Qingran took a step back and subconsciously hid behind Xie Ying'an, with a face full of tears, she felt that she would never have the face to see anyone again.

Seeing that the little girl hid shyly, Mr. Xie didn't want to stay too long. He bent down to pick up the hoe on the ground, mouthed three words to his grandson from a distance, then turned and left.

Xie Ying'an rubbed his nose, even though he was dismissed as "promising" by his grandfather, he was still full of joy in his heart.

Qingran didn't know that Mr. Xie had left, and was still hiding behind him. It was rare to see her shy, and Xie Ying'an didn't remind her, so she turned her head and looked at her with downcast eyes.

The sunlight slanted down through the colorful leaves, and the boy's beautiful black eyes were full of doting. His brows and eyes were too delicate, and his facial features became more distinct when he bowed his head in profile.

It was at this time that Qingran raised his head, and the two of them raised their heads and lowered their heads, and the distance between them was close at hand.

Xie Ying'an's black eyes were a little deep, and she couldn't help it, she closed her eyes and pushed herself down.

The cool lips and kisses fell, and the touch was not as soft as the impression.

Xie Ying'an suddenly opened his eyes, and the girl in front of him stretched out her hand to cover her lips and looked at him with a smile on her face.

His kiss had landed on the back of her hand.

Xie Ying'an's Adam's apple moved, and she coaxed her in a hoarse voice: "Ranran, take your hands away..."

let me kiss.

Qingran still covered her lips, shook her head and refused, and even glanced in the direction where Mr. Xie was there.

"Grandpa is gone." Xie Ying'an explained without looking back, and coaxed her to take her hand away and give him a kiss.

Qingran shook his head and refused again.

A sense of frustration arose from within, Xie Ying'an hugged her dejectedly, placed his chin lightly on the tip of her head, and stroked her soft blue hair with his fingers over and over again.

"Ranran," he said sullenly, "you can't treat me like this..."

You want to kiss as much as you want, but you only restrain me?
This is not fair.

Qingran leaned on his chest, and after hearing what he meant, she let out a laugh, and said: "No, your desire to seek the Buddha is not sincere enough..."

At least he is not as pious as her.

Therefore, as long as it is within this temple, don't think about anything else.

Xie Ying'an: "..."

How should he explain to Qingran that he was more devout than ever when he burned incense and worshiped Buddha?
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When the two found Mr. Xie, Mr. Xie was still planting flowers. There was a wooden bucket filled with water beside him, and each plant was watered once with the bucket.

Xie Ying'an wanted to help him with watering, but he waved his hand and refused, saying that only by planting with his own hands can he be sincere.

As for sincerity, why don't you want to say it.

He only looked in the direction of the Buddhist temple, his eyes were long and deep, and the eyes that were muddy due to age seemed to have the meaning of longing that overflowed when they were too full.

Mr. Xie didn't want to say anything, and Qingran and Xie Ying'an also thoughtfully didn't ask more questions.

The three of them had a fast meal in the temple at noon, and after the meal, Mr. Xie touched his hoe and left. Before leaving, he also told Xie Ying'an that if he sincerely prayed, he would go to the censer to burn incense in the afternoon to show his piety.

Of course, Xie Ying'an sincerely begged for worship. For such things as metaphysics, it is better to believe in its existence than in its non-existence.

The afternoon sun was even stronger. When going out, Xie Ying'an took out a sunscreen hat from somewhere and put it on Qingran's head.

Qingran raised her eyes and looked up, only seeing a black brim, she touched the brim with a smile, and said casually, "Why is this hat so similar to the one worn by Ji Shen?"

As soon as the words fell, she realized something was wrong, and she glanced at Xie Ying'an's expression from the corner of her eye.

Sure enough, Xie Yingan's smile froze at the corner of his mouth.

Xie Ying'an has always been narrow-minded in this regard, so why does she choose which pot to turn on?

But when she saw the black brim, the first thing she thought of was indeed the black peaked cap that Ji Shen often wore on his head.

Besides, her burning incense and worshiping Buddha today is also related to Jishen.

Xie Ying'an has long been an expert at regulating emotions, but after a while, he took Qingran's hand and walked outside, his voice as usual: "There should not be many people now, let's go there earlier."

Throughout the whole process, he behaved as if he hadn't heard Qingran mention Ji Shen just now.

Qingran didn't breathe a sigh of relief, on the contrary, the more Xie Yingan was like this, the more flustered she became.

There are not many people offering incense at this time, but there are countless remaining incense in the incense burner, which shows that there are a large number of people who come to pray at noon.

I heard that the incense of Fanchen Temple is strong in all seasons. When Qing is dyed with incense, his expression is serious and his heart is pious.

When Qing Ran turned around after putting on the incense, Xie Ying'an, who was standing behind her, had already used the incense and was looking at her thoughtfully.

Qingran walked over and asked him, "Go back? Or go to grandpa?"

Xie Yingan shook his head, and stretched out his hand for Qingran to hold.

"Grandpa may have to wait for a while, shall we go down the mountain and wait for him?"

Qingran had no objection, the two walked out together hand in hand, just after leaving the gate of the temple, they saw the few girls they met on the way back.

A few girls hid in the shade of the tree, and their eyes lit up suddenly when they saw Qingran, and instantly called Yanba's little friend beside her.

A few girls ran over, not caring whether Xie Yingan frowned or not, after all, beauty is the most important thing at this time.

They surrounded Qingran, first greeted shyly, and after receiving Qingran's response, they immediately revived with blood, and began to ask the questions they wanted to ask in a hurry.

"Ah? Sunscreen? I only used sunscreen when I went out today." Saying that, Qingran turned to look for the half-used sunscreen in his bag.

A few girls looked at each other: Fuck, just using sunscreen and your skin looks like this?
Is it because the sunscreen is awesome, or is she inherently beautiful?
Qingran's sunscreen was shared, it was an ordinary brand, and the girls were a little disappointed, but they also thanked Qingran.

Before leaving, they quietly raised their thumbs up and said in a low voice with a smile: "Miss sister, I envy you so much, your boyfriend is the best..."

(End of this chapter)