Warm Winter Short Story Collection

Chapter 9 Little Nun【7】

The little nun held on to the hem of his clothes, and her tears kept streaming down: "Alms... almsgiver... I know that I was abandoned by my parents since I was a child. No one will come for me."

That's what it meant.

Xiao Lie lowered his eyes and looked at her.

The little nun lowered her eyes and couldn't see her expression clearly, she was probably crying very sadly.

He said it again: "I don't hate you."

The little nun heard it now, she blinked, and there seemed to be water droplets in her eyes.

"Really?" She couldn't believe it.

Xiao Lie hummed lightly, turned his eyes away, and didn't look at her again.

The little nun stopped crying, she stretched out her hand and wiped away her tears.

Her emotions came and went quickly, and after a while, Xiao Lie heard the little nun muttering to herself.It seems that the emotion just now is gone.

He couldn't hear clearly, and he didn't care much.

The little nun had already turned sideways and smiled at him.

The smile is beautiful.

Xiao Lie was a little dazed.

The spring was just right outside, the little nun raised her eyes and smiled like a flower.

At night, there is the sound of insects chirping in the forest.

The night is cold as water.

The little nun knocked on Xiao Lie's door.

Soon, a man's cold voice came: "Come in."

The door creaked.

The little nun came in with a quilt in her arms. She went straight forward and covered Xiao Lie with the quilt carefully.She lowered her eyes, didn't look at him, and said softly, "Almsgiver, it's cold in the mountains at night, please cover yourself with more quilts."

Her voice was soft and soft, and her red lips were pursed.

Before Xiao Lie could speak, the little nun had already opened the door.

Said: "Benefactor, if you call me for something, I will go back to my room first."

Xiao Lie's thin lips moved: "Xiao Lie."

Doubt flashed in the little nun's eyes: "Huh?"

"My name is Xiao Lie." He repeated.

The little nun's face was slightly flushed, and the corners of her lips moved.

"The benefactor can call me Jing'an."

Jing Shan closed the door gently, naturally she would not tell the man in front of her her real name.She made up the name Jing'an, and she never thought that a man would take the initiative to tell her his name.Wouldn't that be closer to her doing something jovial with him?

Finally, there was someone who caught his eye. Jing Shan swore that when he recovered, he would do happy things with him.

In fact, she had never done such a happy thing.It's just that everyone said happy, so she wanted to try it.

Jing Shan was insane at first, until one day, she realized that she was different.She seemed to be different from her friends around her, but she didn't know exactly what was different.

Later, she realized that she could speak and think.

And they won't.

Jing Shan felt a little sad, but she didn't understand what being sad was.She found that she had changed, but she didn't know whether such a change was good or bad.

She wasn't sad for long, though.Because she found a new joy, which is listening to monks chanting scriptures.

There is a temple in the deepest part of the mountain, and several monks, big and small, live in it.There are old monks and young monks. Her favorite is the monk named Qingkong.

Monk Jingkong carried water, chanted scriptures, and meditated.Occasionally, the monk Qingkong can play the piano.His voice of chanting scriptures is pleasant, and his voice of playing the piano is also pleasant.Not only that, Monk Jingkong is also very handsome.

Handsome, Jing Shan learned about it when some pilgrims came to the mountain.Those pilgrims who were well-dressed would blush and say that Monk Jingkong is handsome.

(End of this chapter)