She is the most beautiful rose

The capital has been snowing heavily for several days, and finally at dawn on the seventh day of the seventh lunar month, the warm sun came.

Shen Manzhi was sitting on the window eaves, with one leg hanging, one leg raised on his arm, and a wintersweet hanging in his hand ready to break.

Tang Duo passed by the front yard and turned around to see his careless disciple tossing his red plums.

"come over."

Shen Manzhi finally broke off the wintersweet branch, held the window eaves with his hands and walked to the front yard.

Tang Duo looked at Wintersweet, whose fate had not been changed, and looked away, but the long branch of dead wood in his hand was thrown straight towards Shen Manzhi.

The dead branches bearing the force did not split haphazardly, but pointed towards the target with flexible strength and direction, meeting the stubby wintersweet, and broke halfway.

Shen Manzhi took back the wintersweet in his hand, tilted his head and smiled at the old man, "Good morning, master."

Tang Duo turned around and snorted coldly. He raised his hands with his palms facing down, and squatted down. The next second, the potted plant on the flower stand was pushed away by the force of his palms, and he chased the person behind him with great force.

Shen Manzhi turned sideways, raised his right foot to gather strength, and the palm-sized potted plant shattered in response.

Colorful potted plants came one after another, and Shen Manzhi followed the same pattern, kicking and dismantling them easily. Only loose soil and broken pots were scattered on the ground, making the front yard paved with wooden planks a mess.

Tang Duo retracted his hand and regained his strength. His anger dropped from his Dantian, he stood up, stroking his beard and walked inside, "Remember to clean up."

Shen Manzhi watched the old man approach the back hall. She was wearing a plain skirt today. She lowered her head and hooked her feet, leaving a little mud mark.

When I first came to Jiuqing Temple, I had a daily schedule of five to nine every day. I practiced the basic skills in a down-to-earth manner. It was almost a conditioned reflex to deal with it, without using my brain at all.

She raised her hand to make a whistle and blew into the sky. For a moment, the green golden wings stopped on the snow-covered peach branches in the yard, and obediently lowered their heads and approached their master.

When she came to Jiuqing Temple, she saw her master raising this bird in a cage. She was playing with the bird when she had nothing to do, but she accidentally let it go. The master had a cold war with her for several days.

It was Si Dai who told her that the master had raised this bird for four years, and then patiently taught her how to bring back the green-gold wing.

At this point, Green Gold Wings is free, the master said, like a wild child who has a family and doesn't want to return.

As for how Si Ke knew how to call back the master's bird, his answer was exactly the same as hers.

But the master did not dare to scold him.

Shen Manzhi patted the body of Green Gold Wings. The bird seemed to be spiritual. After circling around Shen Manzhi three times, it flew outside.

After an estimated ten minutes, a small figure gradually emerged on the stone road extending halfway up the mountainside, arriving before anyone else arrived.

"Senior sister!"

The young junior brother, whose childish accent has not yet faded, was dressed in a Taoist robe, with the Buddhist beads Shen Manzhi had given him a few days ago hanging on his body. He pushed open the door to the courtyard, stuck his head out, and saw the people at the spring pool in the front yard with a happy face.

Shen Manzhi washed his hands in the pool water, turned back to look at his junior brother, saw the cleaning tools in his hand, tilted his head and chuckled, "Thank you for your hard work."

"Thank you for your hard work, senior sister!"

Junior brother is happy to serve senior sister!

Shen Manzhi stood up and leaned under the peach tree, "Have you finished copying the morning commandments?"

The little junior brother cleans up the "battlefield" between the master and the apprentice just now, and nods obediently, "But Uncle Jixiu is not free today. The donor who came before has some trouble. Uncle is very busy in the morning, so he asked me to take care of him." Bring the copied scriptures to the master for inspection."

"Is it the one who went up the mountain on the second day of junior high school?"

Shen Manzhi recalled that it was the day she returned to Beijing that she met the middle-aged man who asked about Jiuqing Temple at the airport.

"Yes."

Du Pingsheng, she remembered.

"What trouble did he get into?"

The junior brother frowned and thought for a while, then shook his head, "I don't know, it's just that the donor has been looking depressed these past few days, maybe he wants to commit suicide?"

Shen Manzhi's heart skipped a beat, and she intuitively felt that she should go down the mountain and see for herself.

After his junior brother finished cleaning the floor, Shen Manzhi went back to his room, took his cell phone, and went down the mountain together.

On the way, she checked the messages and saw two missed calls, and a silly and sweet portrait popped up on WeChat.

[Old Fox: As the temperature in Beijing cools down, wear more clothes. For injuries on your waist, remember to keep applying medicine. 】

[Old Fox: Answer my phone, 188XXXX5200. ]    【Old Fox: Call me back when you have time. 】

That's right, after talking to Jian Jia two days ago, she changed "Innocent Young Master" to "Old Fox".

The number starting with 188 was dialed again. Shen Manzhi took a few steps slower and pulled the green button to connect.

She didn't know where the other party was, but could only vaguely hear the sound of neat footsteps running over there. Shen Manzhi listened closely to his ear, but it seemed like there was nothing.

"I was busy?"

The man's voice was as deep and pleasant as ever, slightly hoarse, and more alluring.

Shen Manzhi nodded, remembering that the two of them were on the phone, "Yeah."

The number of calls they made was very few. Basically, Qin Yanfeng asked her to go back to Qin's house for dinner or to meet her elders.

There is no contact if there is nothing to do, so the two of them were a little silent.

"What's the emergency?"

"I want to hear your voice. Is it urgent?"

Shen Manzhi lowered his eyes to look at the road. The fallen snow was piled up, and his footsteps seemed a bit heavy, making him unable to lift them up.

She took a shallow breath and raised her eyes slightly, "It's so early in the morning, you have nothing to do?"

The ambiguous atmosphere dissipated instantly.

Then she heard the man's soft laughter on the other side of the earphone. Although she just heard it, she unconsciously pictured the man's rolling Adam's apple, superior jawline, and slightly raised thin lips in her mind.

Up from the straight bridge of his nose was a pair of gentle and elegant eyes. When he looked at her, there was unconcealable affection, just like when he wiped her body in the bathroom that night. At that time, he also smiled, but it was full of tenderness and pain. Cherish.

The wind from the north is still too biting and cold, and a touch of red quietly creeps up on the tips of my ears.

Qin Yanfeng walked into a room and his voice became clearer, "Does the wound on your back still hurt?"

Qin Yanfeng's bottle of medicine and the medicine Si Ke put in her room both had excellent effects. The blood stains on the wound had faded away and no longer hurt, but the scars were still there.

Shen Manzhi was not used to being cared about, so he used the universal formula to say, "It's okay."

"There was something urgent yesterday. I flew overseas overnight to handle some work. It may take about a week. Do you have time to go home and take care of me?"

Shen Manzhi's eyebrows twitched, always feeling that the way he called "Zhizhi" was awkward, because Jingmo would sometimes call her "Zhizhi".

Seeing that her junior brother was already more than ten steps away from her, she continued to walk down the stairs.

According to Qin Yanfeng's original words, he was just afraid of getting sick, and the aunt invited by Lanwan would only come to clean the house on weekends. In the past, when he had something to do, Bai Qing would come to take care of him or take him away. Now that it is the New Year, Bai Qing will naturally come back. Home.

If it doesn't work, let Zhou Mi carry her for a few days. It just so happened that he brought a furry baby back with him a while ago.

Shen Manzhi then continued, "I'll go back in the afternoon."

Qin Yanfeng curled his fingers slightly, his expression was light, but there was an imperceptible smile in his eyes, "I'm just a little squeamish, and it's a little difficult to eat."

Shen Manzhi smiled lazily, it didn't matter, she would take action.

"Is there anything else that needs to be explained?"

"wait me back."

After hanging up the phone, the junior brother stood on the stone steps and turned around, tilting his head in confusion.

"Senior sister, why are you laughing?"

Shen Manzhi raised his eyebrows, "Is there any?"

"You look like you're in a good mood."

She put away her phone and walked down, then nodded her junior brother's head, "Stop talking nonsense, let's go."

The junior brother touched his head and muttered, "No?"