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Chapter 6 Attack
Mrs. Chen left the yard as quickly as if she was running away, and hurried away with her family and granddaughter with her luggage, refusing to stay for a moment.

Sanskrit slumped on the chair and fell silent for a while, tears falling from his mind blank.

According to what Mrs. Chen said, my difficult teacher is already in danger, and she intends to rush back to the Buddhist hall to take a look at my difficult teacher.

But rationality prevails over impulsiveness. After all, she is not a real ten-year-old nun. She understands that after falling out, her fate may be the same as that of Mrs. Wu Nan.

With a light body and weak strength, she is no match for these people in the Yang family, and now she is just like the old lady Yang said, a little nun who doesn't even have a certificate, who would recognize her?Who is willing to help her?
Now she can only rely on herself!

Wiping away her tears, Sanskrit took a deep breath. The only one she could rely on now was Yang Zhiyuan. Although she hadn't figured out the temperament of this "father", this was her last way.

"Don't you want me to be obedient? Then I will really listen to you once and show you, this good girl, I have done it to the end!" Fanyin said silently in her heart, and quickly got up to re-lay the paper at the table, grind the ink and moisten the pen, "Mahaparinirvana Sutra":
"...I have entered Nirvana now, and I am enjoying the first bliss. The teachings of all Buddhas are like this, so I should not cry again..."

The square paper, neatly written characters, Sanskrit held it up with satisfaction, and put it away carefully, thinking about how to see Yang Zhiyuan in his heart, while closing his eyes and thinking, a tear still slipped from the corner of his eye, and fell on the ground On the copied scriptures, there were a few marks on the flat paper.

The wind blew, and it dried up quickly. If you didn't look closely, there was no trace, even Sanskrit himself couldn't find it.

As the sky gradually dimmed, a servant called from outside the door, "The old lady, the eldest master, and the third master are back!"

Sanskrit opened her eyes, she had been sitting stiffly at the table like this, and now she moved, her hands and feet were numb, but hearing the footsteps and voices in the courtyard, she still quickly picked up the scriptures copied on the table Wen went out.

This time, she no longer has the guilt of being an imposter, she wants to fully integrate into the role of Yang Huailiu, for her master and herself!

"Father."

With a soft call from Sanskrit, Yang Zhiyuan, who was talking to Yang Zhifei, turned around. Seeing that it was his daughter, Yang Zhiyuan couldn't help smiling, and beckoned, "Come on, come here, what are you holding?"

Sanskrit ignored the nail-like eyes of Mrs. Yang and Yang Zhifei, walked over quickly, and handed over the scriptures that were copied, "It's the scriptures that I wrote silently just now, please have a look at my father."

Yang Zhiyuan was very interested, and looked at it seriously, smiling even more, with a little love in his eyes, "Huai Liu has such a wonderful word that surprised my father!"

"Thank you father for the compliment." Fanyin touched his little bald head, and his face was still a little rosy. This rosiness may seem shy in the eyes of outsiders, but in fact it was Fanyin who just turned red with anger.

Looking at his daughter's thin body, bald little head, and the trace of the paper page being wrinkled by water, Yang Zhiyuan felt more pity in his heart, and said softly, "It's okay for my father to accompany you to practice calligraphy and copy scriptures at night." good?"

"Then where are you going now?" Fanyin's question stunned Yang Zhiyuan, and he looked at Mrs. Yang and Yang Zhifei, seeming to ask.

Mrs. Yang opened her mouth quickly, forced a smile and said: "This girl has never seen you, and she misses you in her heart." Then she turned around and pulled Sanskrit to her side, holding her tightly, "Your father is coming back this time. There are still many things to be busy, just wait patiently and don't pester..."

"I didn't pester my father, I just wanted to follow him..." Sanskrit twisted like he was gasping for air, avoiding the hand of old lady Yang, and ran to Yang Zhiyuan's side, "I just follow my father, I don't talk."

"That won't work either!" Mrs. Yang's face was not very good-looking, and Yang Zhiyuan frowned, she quickly opened her mouth and sighed, "Oh, I can't tell or care about this child when he grows up."

"I'll take her with me, mother doesn't need to worry about it." After Yang Zhiyuan finished speaking, Yang Zhifei quickly stopped him, "No!"

Yang Zhiyuan showed doubts, and Sanskrit cowardly hid behind Yang Zhiyuan, clutching his skirt with his small hands, trembling with fear.If Yang Zhiyuan cared about her, if he wanted to take on the responsibilities of his father, he would not be at the mercy of Mrs. Yang and Yang Zhifei. Sanskrit deliberately pretending to be like this is also a test of Yang Zhiyuan's father's heart...

Mrs. Yang gritted her teeth, and Yang Zhifei approached Yang Zhiyuan, persuading him earnestly:

"Third brother, it's not the eldest brother who is in charge of you. The seven-day feast of running water is a feast of meat and wine. She... Huailiu is still keeping a filial piety for her mother. She has been guarding for more than two years. It can't be worse than this." Days, the previous hard work has been wasted, you are now the first Jinshi in the Yang family village, so many eyes are staring at you, if you take her, won't the villagers laugh at you for being ignorant?"

Yang Zhiyuan sank for a moment, he could feel the care and support that the thin figure behind him needed...

There is no direct answer, and Yang Zhiyuan's tone is not negotiable, "Today's running banquet, I have already made a toast at the table, and I will trouble my elder brother and second elder brother to help me with the follow-up matters. If I drink continuously, my brother's body may not be able to support me." Can't stop, the other seven days is too long, why not change it to three days, I will take Huai Liu tomorrow and the day after tomorrow to offer incense to the Liu family, and the day after tomorrow we will worship the ancestors, and after five days, my brother will leave, Even though I got a one-month leave from Grace, I have already been delayed for more than ten days on the road, and I still need a few days to return, so after all the calculations, the time is already very tight."

"It will take two days to pay homage to Mrs. Liu?" Mrs. Yang was doubtful, and Yang Zhiyuan immediately replied: "I want to stay there for a day, and also reflect for a day."

Mrs. Yang wanted to speak again, but Yang Zhifei hurriedly stopped her, "My younger brother has this kind of heart, and my younger brother and sister will feel at ease when they know each other. In two days, I will hand over the running water mat to your second brother. The eldest brother will accompany you father and daughter, and you will bring an extra It takes a little bit of help to help with sacrifices, sweeping, and miscellaneous chores."

"Yes, let your elder brother accompany you, father and daughter go alone, you are not familiar with the route, don't go astray!" Mrs. Yang was very firm, "If it doesn't work, I will follow." Further threats, Yang Zhiyuan is not allowed to push But Yang Zhifei followed.

"I don't dare to bother my mother, so I will trouble my elder brother to accompany me." Yang Zhiyuan agreed, and the old lady Yang was relieved, but looking at the Sanskrit sound, she still couldn't feel at ease. This little nun actually played a trick, so she didn't teach her a lesson After she said it, she didn't know her own weight!

Sanskrit just didn't look at her, and didn't let go of Yang Zhiyuan's skirt in his hands. Isn't she a young girl who has been separated from her father for many years?So what if you want to show the immaturity of a child and grab Yang Zhiyuan's skirt?Who made her young?
Since she is young, she has to show weakness to stimulate Yang Zhiyuan's majesty and desire to protect as a father. This is the experience left by her rough life in her previous life, and she is able to use it now, and it is also the protection of the Buddha.

Yang Zhiyuan lived up to Sanskrit's expectations. He touched her little bald head and smiled, "Father, take a look at your handwriting again? Would you like to tell you some stories about the ancients?"

Sanskrit chick pecked at the rice and nodded, baring his teeth with a joyful smile that made Yang Zhiyuan feel extremely tall. He cupped hands with Yang Zhifei and Mrs. Yang, stroked her little bald head, and took Sanskrit to her room.

Sanskrit was very proud, and Mrs. Yang and Yang Zhifei were very angry. As for whether and how serious the consequences of Sanskrit would be, they didn't have the time to think about it. What they thought about was that Yang Zhiyuan would take his daughter to visit Liu's grave tomorrow.

The mother and son looked at each other, hurried back to the house, kicked all the servants out and closed the door.

"Mother, is Liu's tomb still there?"

"Yes, yes?" Mrs. Yang was not sure, "It was your second brother who did it at the time, and he said he buried both Mrs. Liu and that girl!"

"Then what are you waiting for? Hurry up and build a new grave and set up a monument!" Yang Zhifei jumped up, but Mrs. Yang didn't realize it, "I told your second brother to give Liu's grave a magnanimous , what else to set up again?"

Yang Zhifei was so angry that he almost fainted, "Is there only the Liu family on the stele? No... isn't there Huai Liu's name? Mother, why did you forget that the one at home is a fake!"

"Ouch!"

Old Mrs. Yang was so frightened that she almost choked, she pointed with her fingers tremblingly and said, "Then... why don't you go soon?"

"Who is going? Who can I ask for this kind of scandal?" Yang Zhifei patted his forehead and complained, "It's all mother-in-law who spoiled the second brother and let him do such disgusting things, otherwise the third brother now Wouldn't everyone be happy to come back!"

"You still blame me as a mother? If it wasn't for you, why should I be inferior to that brat? What does your second brother's lust have to do with me? They are all like your father! Your father gave birth to that brat outside , Who am I going to complain about the grievance in my heart... woo woo..." Mrs. Yang burst into tears as she spoke. What should I do!"

Mrs. Yang wiped her tears aggrieved, "What else can I do? Hurry up and find a craftsman to come out with a tombstone, with only Liu's name engraved on it, and just find a place to stand there to fool around, tomorrow you will take their father When the girls go, make a few more detours, so that they don't remember the way back..."

"Okay! Let's do it like this!" Yang Zhifei said and walked out, the old lady Yang beat her chest heartily, and asked the woman beside her, "The third master is still with the fourth lady? "

"Yes, the third master is telling a story to the fourth lady, about this one and that one."

"Go to the door and listen. I will write down everything their father and daughter say, and don't miss a single word!" Mrs. Yang tightly clutched the tea bowl in her hand, wishing to crush it. This little nun, you still have After a few days of bouncing around, once Yang Zhiyuan leaves, you will die a terrible death!
"The Master said, if three of us walk together, there must be my teacher..." Yang Zhiyuan knew that Sanskrit had never read other books except scriptures, so he talked about "The Analects of Confucius".

"Then what if the other two are bad guys?" Sanskrit teased him intentionally, with her hands on her face, pretending to be ignorant.

Yang Zhiyuan choked, and continued: "There is another sentence, choose the good ones and follow them, and change the bad ones."

"If it's so bad that there's no benefit at all, what should I do? Why would such a person choose him as a teacher? Wouldn't it be better to hide far away?" Yang Zhiyuan found out Sanskrit's intentional teasing, and tapped her With a little head, "Trick or treat!"

Sanskrit stuck out his tongue, and suddenly saw a shadow swaying at the door, apparently here to eavesdrop.

Yang Zhiyuan seemed to have seen it too, but he continued to say the next sentence as usual, as if the person at the door was just a dog with sensitive ears.

Seeing his appearance, Fanyin became interested in him, and his father is an interesting person...

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