shock!The tyrant's group pet cub is the daughter of heaven

Chapter 1635 Why do monks have to cut their hair?

Feng Fuce carried the bucket and washed away the mud on Xu Risheng's arm.

The accompanying staff immediately took out a single iodophor cotton swab to help him clean up the injury.

As soon as Feng Fuce put down the bucket, Fan Qingbo said pitifully, "Mr. Feng, can you wash it for me too?"

She pointed to the position of the ankle.

She fell down just now, but she didn't get hurt, it's just that the mud all over her body had seeped into her shoes.

Feng Fuce put down the barrel with a cold face.

"Come by yourself."

Apart from Bai Zhi'er, it was impossible for him to take care of another woman.

Of course, except for having a daughter in the future.

There was a burst of haha ​​on the barrage——

【Mr. Feng is really the ideal type! 】

[One thing to say, Fan Qingbo's eyes just now, why do I feel Chacha. 】

As soon as this barrage came out, Fan Qingbo's fans rushed over.

【You guys are really very malicious towards Qingbo, she fell down, shouldn't I ask others to help me? 】

[Mr. Feng is a man who refuses to help a girl with a little effort. He really has no responsibility at all. 】

The fans who defended Bai Zhi'er's family immediately became unhappy.

Argued with them directly on the barrage.

【What is responsibility?Fan Qingbo and Mr. Feng are neither related nor his wife, why should he be responsible for her! 】

[I said you fan fans, don't go too far, men all over the world have to love your sister, right? 】

Just when there was a lot of noise on the barrage, the director asked to cut the scene.

As soon as the screen changed, Tang Qian and Master Huizhen on the mountain were going down the mountain with Feng Linxing carrying buckets.

The little Feng Linxing was walking in front, holding a wooden barrel with both hands, looking effortless.

Master Huizhen carried two buckets by himself. In order to take care of Tang Qian, they took a rest after walking for a while.

Tang Qian was out of breath: "I'm so exhausted, Master Huizhen, do you have to carry water by yourself every day?"

Master Huizhen sat on the stone, clasped his hands together and smiled slightly.

"It's mostly like this when I'm practicing. A long time ago, when I was practicing with my master, I was in a deep mountain with almost no roads. We just carried water every day like this."

"People, remembering bitterness and remembering sweetness, you know that you live in a wonderful world, and you must learn to enjoy it."

Tang Qian listened in confusion, but still nodded silently.

Master Huizhen looked at Feng Linxing.

This little guy didn't talk much from the beginning, just like a little adult, he walked down the hill with a bucket.

"Little benefactor, are you tired?" Master Huizhen took the initiative to care.

Feng Linxing sat on a big rock with him. He looked into the night, and when he heard the question, he turned to look at Monk Huizhen.

"Tired, of course tired." Feng Linxing said: "However, if you want to say thank you, you don't have to. If you can, just give me a little of your hair."

Master Huizhen, who always acted calmly, was stunned.

"Hair?" He said, laughing, and touched his smooth forehead: "Thousands of troubles have been cut off."

Feng Linxing was curious: "Why do monks have to cut their hair? Can this cut off worries?"

"But troubles come from the heart, not from the hair. If you don't feel troubles in your heart, it doesn't matter how long your hair is, right?"

Master Huizhen fell silent.

The barrage is all brushing #天百宝宝峰小峰#
Tang Qian couldn't help laughing: "Why are you so smart, it's getting late, let's carry the water down the mountain, don't let your father worry."

(End of this chapter)