Pull girl: school grass and school bully love me

Chapter 284 That Day, That Month, That Year

Murong Xue didn't bother her, but lay quietly on the bed and stared at the people and the book.

What she held in her hand was a collection of Cangyang Gyatso's poems, which was Yu Zhenni's favorite.

She flipped through the pages, and the expression on her face changed with each page.

Murong Xue stared at her and thought, is that book really so attractive?In just a few minutes, she has all kinds of expressions.

Whether happy or sad, it is really rare to see.

So, Murong Xue couldn't help but asked casually: "Hey, female worker, are the books you read really that good?"

"Ah? Oh, you said this collection of poems, I think it's pretty good." Yu Zhenni said while flipping through the front of the book for Murong Xue to read.

"Really? Can you let me see it too, I'm so bored to death! You ignore me." Murong Xue complained while asking.

"...Okay, I can borrow it from you, but you must promise not to make it dirty!" Yu Zhenni emphasized.

Yu Zhenni was silent for so long before she spoke, Murong Xue thought she would make some big request, but when she heard that she would not let him get dirty, he didn't know what to say.

"Oh, I see, isn't it just such a small problem? I promise not to get dirty, so it's okay?" Murong Xue joked.

"Well, well, here you are." Saying that, Yu Zhenni handed him the collection of poems.

Murong Xue took it carefully, and first looked at the cover of the poetry collection, it was not bad, very beautiful.

The entire cover is made of yellow as the background color, with a touch of blue interspersed with the border.

In the middle are several auspicious clouds connected together, and at the bottom of the lower right corner is a scene of a person looking into the distance with his hands behind his back.

Looking at the cover, there is also a building similar to the Potala Palace, which is obviously XZ.

There are several large characters written vertically on the cover: that day, that month, that year.

Murong Xue opened the collection of poems and read slowly:
that moment

I raise the wind horse,
not for begging,

Just waiting for your arrival;
That day,
I closed my eyes in the incense mist of the scripture hall,

Suddenly heard the truth in your chanting;

That January,
I shake all the prayer tubes,

Not for excess,

just to touch your fingertips;

That year,
I bowed my head and crawled on the mountain road,
not for audience,

Just to stick to your warmth;

In that lifetime,
Turning mountains, waters and pagodas,
Not for the afterlife,
Just to meet you on the way.

But, on that night, I forgot everything,
Abandoning faith, abandoning reincarnation,
Only for the rose that wept before the Buddha,
It has long lost its luster.

(End of this chapter)