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Chapter 390 The Worst Rich Second Generation

"I was thinking that the person who delivered the porridge just now is obviously a little novice, not a girl, why did he give you so much preferential treatment?"

When Jing Xing heard this, he lowered his head to look at his own bowl, and then a question mark appeared on his head: "?"

...Ah this?
When did it come out?
After pausing for a while, Jing Xing seemed to have finally dissipated his drowsiness, and his mind resumed its rotation. He put down the small wooden spoon in his hand, raised his eyebrows and looked at the little glutinous rice dumpling by his side.

He knew that the little glutinous rice dumpling didn't like to eat red beans, so he didn't wake up just now, and he didn't pay attention to what was in the porridge served in this temple. Now he woke up and noticed that it was red bean porridge.

The little glutinous rice dumpling sat obediently, with her little hands folded on her knees, the bowls and chopsticks in front of her were neatly arranged, and a pair of eyes clearly wrote "As long as you don't see it, it's not I give you" such a line.

Seeing her pretending to be obedient, Jing Xing couldn't help but want to pinch her little face.

This glutinous rice ball has a natural appearance that makes people want to be bullied. Every time Jing Xing pinches her small face, she doesn't make a sound or resist, but just opens a pair of clean and clear eyes, cute and cute looking at him.

The life in the temple is much the same. The monks get up every day when they hear the bell, go to sleep after hearing the drum, go to the temple with the sound of paper, and go to the hall with the bang. After the fast meal, it is time for the monks to sit in meditation. The little novice took them to the front door and the backyard respectively.

Cheng Xu looked at the big tattered broom that was handed out to him, and question marks popped out of his head one after another.

This is not right, why is the flow of this activity different from what I imagined?
Didn't you mean to listen to the scriptures explained by the eminent monks from the Eastern Tang Dynasty? Why did you spend most of your time cleaning after this?

Also talking about practice, this is obviously to be a cleaning aunt, and it's free.

Cheng Xu muttered while sweeping the ground: "This is not the same as what the master said. He clearly said that he came to practice and listen to the scriptures explained by the eminent monk. He also said that the master who talked about the scriptures was a direct disciple of Tang Sanzang. Now let alone a direct disciple, I haven’t even seen a serious master, and I have to come to sweep the steps..."

Lin Qingyou also held a big broom taller than her in her arms, and slowly swept the fallen leaves on the stone steps.

Lingyun Temple is located on the hillside of Qixia Mountain, surrounded by towering ancient trees and forests. Even in the midsummer and July days, you can't feel the heat wave of the city.

Lin Qingyou listened to Cheng Xu's chanting, and replied with a smile: "Actually, it's good to be a monk. You go in and out under the golden gate, walk and hide in the treasure hall, and listen to the singing of birds and birds in spring. It's wonderful; Noisy in the high forest, but you don’t know the heat; in autumn, you can see the breeze and moon, and the stars are shining brightly; in winter, you can see the mountains and rivers surrounded by snow, and you can sit warmly on futons.

After confirming the eyes, it is the life she wants.

"..." It was rare for Cheng Xu not to know how to respond.

His sister Qingyou may be able to live this kind of life, but he is not very good at it. Occasionally, it is fine for a short period of time. If he follows the rules for a long time, either he is crazy, or the master in the temple is crazy.

The topic of chanting Buddhist scriptures was not a good one to continue the conversation. Cheng Xu grabbed the worn-out old broom in his hand and simply changed the topic.

"Hey, this broom looks pretty good. I remember when I went home to move things for the college entrance examination, I also brought back the broom that was thrown away at school. I don't know if the broom in the temple is gone. Give it to me?"

Lin Qingyou: "..."

In fact, Lin Qingyou has always been very puzzled. Cheng Xu is also a young master from a rich family, and he is quite extravagant when spending money. Why is he so interested in such broken brooms and mops every day?
This is far from the life of the rich kids in TV dramas.

"I can't help it, it's not that I don't want to be extravagant, it's that I can't afford to be extravagant." Cheng Xu sighed melancholy, and began to look up at the sky at a 45-degree angle with his broom in his arms.

"Sister Qingyou, you don't know, my dad is a guy, he drinks too much chicken soup for the soul, so he has always believed in raising a poor son and a rich daughter, so in my house, the life of my sister and I, that is One is in the sky and the other is on the ground, it is completely incomparable."

"Like last time, my sister said she was going to buy clothes, and my dad gave her a credit card without blinking an eye, and I, every time I said I was going to buy clothes, I got Only the warm fatherly love in language."

Speaking of this, Cheng Xu paused for a while, as if to make what he said sound more vivid, he even used a metaphor with a very educated level.

"Sister Qingyou, do you know that the "Shan Hai Jing" is that ancient book of ghosts that records myths and legends, and it talks about..."

"Well, this book doesn't need science popularization. Unfortunately, I just know a little bit." Afraid that he would talk endlessly, Lin Qingyou interrupted him in time before he got to the point.

"You know, then I won't talk nonsense, but isn't there a lot of rare and exotic beasts recorded in the "Shan Hai Jing"? I was thinking that I am like the ancient mythical beast written in it."

"Ah?" Lin Qingyou was puzzled, "Why Qiongqi?"

Cheng Xu glanced at her, and said earnestly, "Because I'm so poor."

Lin Qingyou: "..."

It sounds reasonable.

"Alas." As he spoke, Cheng Xu hugged the broken broom and sighed again, "I think I am the worst rich second generation in Xiangzhou, bar none."

Lin Qingyou comforted him and said, "Cheng Xu, I think you can think about it from a different angle. Although you are the worst, you are still a rich second generation."

"But I still feel very aggrieved. Why do I have to live in such poverty while my family is so rich?" Cheng Xu continued to sigh, but when he looked up, he saw the white sweater his sister Qingyou was wearing.

When he was in school, Cheng Xu often saw her wearing this dress and a school uniform over it. She has been wearing it for such a long time, and the clothes haven't been thrown away yet?

It seems that Xiangzhou is not the only miserable rich second generation, Cheng Xu felt a little more balanced in an instant, and said with a face of relief: "Sister Qingyou, I am relieved to see that you live in poverty like me, It seems that I am not the only poor person in this world."

"I'm not poor." Lin Qingyou blinked her eyes twice, and she didn't know why he suddenly said such a sentence, "Come on, you stand by my side."

(End of this chapter)