Both money and sex

After a brief conversation, Luo Ping learned that the little Taoist girl's name was Long Xin. Although she looked young, she was already old this year. She came from Jiufeng Mountain, which is [-] kilometers away from Jiangcheng. Give it to Mr. Chen.

Luo Ping made her a cup of tea, went upstairs to take a cold shower, and changed into clean clothes.After going downstairs, she found that the broken glass on the ground had been cleaned up by her, and the pile of books and newspapers that were randomly placed on the coffee table had also been neatly arranged, making it look much neater.

Luo Ping's old face was slightly red, and he had a little affection for this diligent little Taoist nun.

The little nun Long Xin was sitting in the living room, when she saw Luo Ping coming down, she quickly stood up.Luo Ping added water to her teacup, sat in front of her and watched her quietly.

The sapphire blue Taoist robe on her body was slightly whitish in color, it must have been worn for a long time, and the moon-white underclothes inside was exposed from the neckline. Although the clothes were made of coarse cloth, they were washed very clean, which complemented the fair skin on her neck.

Luo Ping has never seen real Taoist priests and nuns in his life, and all his impressions of them are only obtained from a few novels. He only knows that most of them are immortal and not ordinary people; The person in question turned out to be a little Taoist nun, and a very beautiful little Taoist nun at that.

In Jiangcheng, a beautiful girl of her age is just about to bloom and attract people's affection.

A comfortable and close-fitting sleeveless blouse, paired with a pair of extremely short hot pants, and a pair of trendy sandals casually worn on the feet, cool and hot, with endless changes.

Starve to death with one hand, a tall, handsome and rich man with one hand, hang out in high or low trendy shops, linger in bright or dark nightclubs, squandering the hot youth to the fullest.

But Long Xin has to wear a rough sermon robe, facing the long scroll of green lights, rising at sunrise and sleeping at sunset, year after year, which is unimaginable.

However, perhaps because the climate in the mountains nourishes people, Longxin's skin is tender and smooth, and there is a natural rosiness on his fair face. Although there is no modification, it is extraordinarily beautiful.

"Luo, Luo benefactor." The little Taoist nun Longxin was dealing with secular people for the first time, and her master had never taught her. She really didn't know how to address Luo Ping. Wait here for old Mr. Chen Qingyu. Because my master told me that I must hand over the letter to Mr. Chen before I can go back."

After finishing speaking, Long Xin looked at Luo Ping nervously, and his hands were mixed together, looking extremely disturbed.

Luo Ping was silent after listening.

The origin of the little nun is unknown, although she claimed to have a letter to give to Mr. Chen, she refused to take it out; Mr. Chen has been fond of collecting for many years, and there are countless valuables in the house. If one or two pieces are lost, it will be difficult for him to explain.

Moreover, I was only helping Mr. Chen to look after the house. If Mr. Chen knew that he let someone else live in, he would probably be unhappy...

After thinking for a while, Luo Ping was about to refuse, but unexpectedly saw the cloth shoes on her feet.

This is a pair of cotton shoes that you could only see in the countryside in the past. On a small pair of shoes, there are patches one after another, and there are pieces of cloth of various colors. Although it is a bit messy, the stitches are dense and extremely detailed.

At this moment, there was a hole in the tip of her left thumb, revealing a section of white tabi, which must have not been repaired in time.Long Xin followed his line of sight to look at her own feet, only to find the hole in her shoe, and quickly retracted her left foot, using her right

Her feet blocked the front, her face, which was still rosy just now, was blushing, even the roots of her ears were red, her head was lowered very low, and her two small hands were vigorously rubbing the hem of the Taoist robe.

The distance from Jiufeng Mountain to Jiangcheng University is only more than 500 kilometers. If you take the high speed, the journey will only take seven hours. However, the shoes on Long Xin's feet are in dilapidated condition, obviously caused by the long journey.

Luo Ping was extremely shocked, "From Jiufeng Mountain to here, did you come all the way?"

Little nun Long Xin didn't dare to look up at Luo Ping, and gave a soft 'hmm'.In the past, when I was with Master on the mountain, everyone mended clothes like this, and I didn't feel anything.For some reason, she suddenly felt very embarrassed to let Luo Ping see the holes in her shoes.

Luo Ping looked at her carefully again, and sure enough, he saw several patches on the hem of her Taoist robe, which must have been scratched by branches on the way down the mountain.

In this day and age, how many girls are willing to wear such clothes?No matter how frugal she is, it's impossible to be like her.

Luo Ping hesitated, and tapped the armrest of the sofa with his fingers, thinking that if he rejected her, she would probably not go back to Jiufeng Mountain. Seeing that she didn't look like a rich person, wouldn't she be living on the street.

An image involuntarily popped up in my mind—a little Taoist nun dressed in rags but with a delicate face was surrounded by a group of hooligans in strange clothes in a hidden alley. Being submerged in the waves of ferocious laughter...

Finger snapped.

"You can live here."

Long Xin raised her head happily, and lost her voice: "Really?"

Luo Ping looked at the little nun with a smile on his face, "Speaking of which, I'm also a student of Mr. Chen. If he's not here now, I'll be in charge of entertaining you."

In fact, Luo Ping is only a sophomore at Jiangcheng University. Mr. Chen is also a teacher and friend to him. After he went abroad this time, Luo Ping is here to help look after the house.

In addition to the living room, there is another bedroom downstairs in this two-story building, which is Mr. Chen’s living room. There are three rooms on the second floor, one is Luo Ping’s bedroom, the other is Mr. Chen’s daughter’s room, and the third is Mr. Chen’s. collection room and study room.

Luo Ping led Long Xin to introduce them one by one. When he came to the door of the collection room, Luo Ping said solemnly: "There are some antiques collected by Mr. Chen for many years in this room. Don't go in without special circumstances."

The little Taoist nun blushed, and said timidly, "Then, what about that painting."

Through Luo Ping's introduction, she already knew that the painting was Mr. Chen's favorite painting. Thinking that she had caused such a big disaster when she came here, Long Xin was very sad, and felt that she was really stupid.

"It doesn't matter, I have a solution, just leave it alone." Luo Ping's hearty smile and clear voice made her feel a little better.

The heavy rain comes and goes in a hurry, and the moist air rushes in from the window, which makes people feel refreshed. In the distance, the orange-red sunset glow blooms its final brilliance in the quietly coming night.

After dinner, little nun Long Xin finished washing under Luo Ping's guidance, and went to rest in Chen's old daughter's room.

Luo Ping looked at the "Spring Rain Picture" on the coffee table, hesitating in his heart.

After Mr. Chen went abroad, they mainly communicated with each other through emails. He would definitely tell Mr. Chen about the little Taoist nun's visit. As for the "Spring Rain Picture", he still hadn't made up his mind.

He wanted someone to restore the painting.

Restoring such paintings is most famous in Rongbaozhai in the capital city. However, in Jiangcheng, Luo Ping only knows that Mr. Chen is also good at repairing famous paintings, but he definitely doesn't want Mr. Chen to know about this, so it's a matter of finding someone to restore this painting. question.

Another problem is money.

Luo Ping grew up in an orphanage. After he was admitted to university, the school exempted him from tuition fees. Because of his excellent grades, he received a first-class scholarship every year. The library has a work-study program, so Luo Ping usually does not worry about lack of money.

But this morning, he just went back to the orphanage to visit his younger brothers and sisters, bought a lot of things for the little ones, and now there are only about three hundred yuan left in his pocket.

According to his original plan, the money is enough to support him for a month. During the summer vacation, he can also do odd jobs, so life is not a problem.

Now things have changed. Restoring the "Spring Rain Picture" requires money. It is impossible for the little Taoist nun Long Xin to accompany him to eat instant noodles every day, and the cost of living will definitely rise.

Luo Ping groaned and fell heavily on the sofa.

Money, you are such a bastard!