Nongmenfu girl's daily life

Chapter 1108

Qin Lu's eyes lightened a little, "I didn't inquire about it."

Ever since he knew that Qin's father had already changed people, and intentionally had a stroke on the fake Qin's mother, Qin Lu stopped asking for news about them.

Lin Anan held his hand, "Forget it, if you don't want to inquire about it, then don't inquire about it. Your eldest brother will never let her go."

Qin Lu nodded. The elder brother's affection for his biological mother was much deeper than that of him and the second elder brother. After all, his mother changed soon after he was born. As long as he can remember, he lived with the fake Qin mother.

Changing the face of the biological mother in such a cruel and cruel way, the eldest brother knew the truth, so how could he let that woman go.

It's just... the whereabouts of his biological father...

With a slight sigh, even though the elder brother has resentment and hatred, he would not kill his father himself.

……

A ship going overseas was sailing through the wind and waves, and the rain was hitting the deck. A young monk walked up to a man wearing a hat and a monk's robe, and said softly: "Master, it's raining, go hide in the cabin." Just hide."

"Go and hide for a while, the poor monk wants to get enlightened here."

The little novice hesitated, turned around and ran back to the cabin, took out an oil-paper umbrella, held it for the monk, and obediently stayed by his side.

The monk looked at the half of the little novice's body that was drenched by the rain, and sighed slightly, "That's all, let's go."

The monk led the way back to the cabin, and the little novice obediently followed behind him.

The monk returned to the dormitory in the cabin and took off his robes stained with sandalwood, but there was an unpleasant smell coming from his body.

This is the sequelae after changing the face.

He closed his eyes, put on a clean monk robe, and once again dyed sandalwood on his body to cover up the unpleasant smell.

I remember when he was young, when he was working in the field, Da Lang would always trot into the field with an oil-paper umbrella in his arms, saying in a childlike voice, "Daddy, I'll hold the umbrella for you!"

But he was small and weak, and he held the umbrella high. Instead of blocking the rain, he got wet himself.

Every time I come home wet, my daughter-in-law always complains about them, saying that he is still busy in the field when it rains, can't he go to the field after the rain stops, and that Dalang is too young to help, so he always To add to the confusion, if you get sick, you have to spend money to treat the disease.

She complained, but the movements of her hands were not slow, and she quickly boiled ginger soup.

Datou doesn't like to drink ginger soup, and he is always burst into tears by the hot pepper. The wife always coaxes him to give him a piece of candy when he finishes drinking.

But every time, when the ginger soup is finished, the daughter-in-law pretends not to remember, Dalang will always cry, and when the child starts crying, she is quite helpless, takes out a piece of candy, and says with a serious face: "I can only Take a lick."

Da Lang nodded obediently, but his tongue stuck out in a roll, and he ran away with the whole piece of candy in his mouth, and in turn cheated his mother.

The monk closed his eyes, stretched out his hand and touched his bald head, since he had already shaved off three thousand threads of troubles, and he was cut off from this world of mortals, he should not think about the past.

According to the instructions of the abbot, he will send the scriptures overseas to promote Buddhism.

With a rosary in his hand, he sat cross-legged, reciting scriptures silently, calming himself down and forgetting everything else.

……

The woman wearing the mask walked into the sanctuary step by step, looking at the back of the man under the dome in the middle of the sanctuary, her steps slowed down, and even her breathing became lighter.

The memory is very vague. Before meeting her husband, her mother treated her very well. At night, she would always take out a portrait, pointing at the man in the portrait with her skinny fingers, and saying to her, "Son, remember, this It looks like your father, if one day we meet, I hope you can recognize him."

(End of this chapter)