I Really Like That Guy!

This journey that Wen Renjin has traveled thousands of times has become completely different because of the appearance of a girl named A Luo.

Originally, the dark world in his mind was gradually endowed with a different color by the girl, with colorful shapes.

He gradually learned that some roadside ground berries would form red thumb-sized ground berries, and fragrant juice would emerge when they were ripe enough to touch. There is a section of the road that is full of lotus ponds, full of lotus flowers, stretching for several miles. There is also a junction, with a strange stone standing, looking like a person squatting there thinking, which fork in the road to go to.

As big as a mountain in the distance is shaped like an eagle, or as small as a pretty-colored butterfly flying by, A Luo will tell him in detail.

Many times, in fact, he did not understand the real appearance of those things, but just wrote them down.

However, he finally knew that there was a mountain full of maple forests on the outskirts of Beijing. Along the famous Lengquan in Zhuxian County, many famous people left handwriting. Among them, the stone tablet of Chen Heliu, a former court official, was painted by someone who painted it. In an unknown village, a small jujube tree with tenacious vitality grew in the gap between the eaves of a family, and now three taels of green jujube have been hung.

Such small details had never been told to him before.

She said that she was his eyes, and she took everything she saw seriously and listened to him one by one, without the slightest boredom or slack.

Wen Renjin listened silently, those words slowly imaged in his mind, and finally converged into a vivid and vast picture of the fireworks in this world.

This picture, and the girl who painted it, may be the best gift he has exchanged for those eyes in his life.

A Luo didn't know what Wen Renjin was thinking, but she faintly noticed that this person seemed to be getting more and more clingy.

In the past, the noble son of a noble family who was elegant and out of the dust, bright and beautiful, inexplicably had a sense of going further and further in the direction of his wife and slave. She doesn't tell where she goes, and likes to hold her, hug her and kiss her, as if she suddenly suffered from skin hunger.

I still remember that night in the bridal chamber, Aruo tried every means to get him to bed, and Wen Renjin always behaved passively during the process. A few days later, he shrank back again, holding hands and hugging at most, and the behavior of getting closer was gone.

But this time he was still on the road. One night, A Luo was lying on the grass watching the stars, while telling him the story of the constellations. Wen Renjin suddenly came over and wrapped her in a cloak. In the small hissing sound of the worm, and in the silent attention of the starlight and the night wind, there was a negative distance contact that made people blush and heartbeat.

Afterwards, A Luo curled up in his arms and asked him with a smile, "Why didn't Ayu ask me if I could?"

Wen Renjin's voice was hoarse and magnetic: "Madam's forgiveness, it's really... I can't help it."

Fortunately, when he was near Tianmen Mountain, Wen Renjin finally became a little more normal, and he was no longer so cautious with A Luo. He was afraid of melting when he put it in his mouth, and he was afraid of falling when he held it in his hand. up posture.

There is a small city at the foot of Tianmen Mountain. There are not many residents in the city, and the folk customs are simple. Since he heard that Ren Jin entered the city, many people greeted him familiarly.

A Luo has been suffocated by the carriage for the past few days, and today he rode Wen Renjin's horse.

This was supposed to be said to be indecent, but the people here saw it, but they just asked curiously, "Master Wenren went home this time to get married?"

A Luo was wearing a thin veil, and he felt a slight tremor in the broad chest he was leaning against. The young man in white clad with zhilan and jade tree smiled and replied, "Yes, I brought my wife to visit Master today."

"The grandpa who was talking to you just now has a thin, white beard that stretches to his chest," A Luo whispered to Wen Renjin about the man's characteristics, and suddenly saw a woman holding a handkerchief on the side of the road, looking up at them , A Luo glanced at her, and said casually, "Are Ayu familiar with everyone here?"

Wen Renjin said gently: "I have lived here since I was a child, and the people in the city often go up the mountain to offer incense, and most of them recognize it."

A Luo said "Oh" and asked again, "Are there any women who admire Ayu?"

Hearing Renjin's words, he laughed suddenly, leaned into her ear and said, "Don't worry, Aluo, I never entertain female guests."

Arlo shrank his neck and snorted softly, and then he heard a low, uncontrollable laughter behind him.

All the way to the mountain road up the mountain, I didn't meet anyone again. Wen Renjin turned over and dismounted, and then put A Luo next. Qingyuan, who came with her this trip, led the carriage and fell behind. Wen Renjin told her to go to the city to rest, instead of going up the mountain with her.

The bluestone plank road hidden in the dense forest was paved with fallen leaves, and a slender and long stretched into the depths of the mountains. Wen Renjin wanted to carry Aruo up, but she refused on the grounds that she wanted to be sincere to see the master.

The two stopped and walked, with Arlo taking a few breaks in the middle, and after walking for an hour and a half, they finally reached the mountain.

Climbing up the last step, Arlo was exhausted, panting for a while before he recovered. Wen Renjin accompanied her to blow a gust of wind in front of the temple gate.

A little Taoist walked out of the door, his eyes lit up when he saw Wen Renjin, and he said in surprise, "Senior Brother Wenren!"

The little Taoist led the two of them into the door. During the period, he kept peeking at A Luo, who was half-supported by Wen Renjin. His round eyes were filled with expressions of amazement and admiration.

A Luo is a little funny, and I don't know what impression Wen Renjin has left on this child. I heard that he has such a startled expression when he is married.

Changyun Temple is not big, there are only a few houses in total. The temple is lined with green trees. It is located in this quiet deep mountain, and the atmosphere is peaceful and quiet. The two first went to the front hall to give incense to the Sanqing Patriarch, and then went to the backyard to see the leader of the Qing Dynasty.

Arlo looked around as he walked, dizzying.

She has a strong curiosity about this place where Wen Renjin has lived for many years, or in other words, she is always eager to know more about Wen Renjin.

When he saw a plum tree planted in the backyard, Arlo couldn't help but guess how he was holding a book under the plum tree and trying to identify it word by word.

There was a row of plum blossom piles standing in a corner of the yard, and she couldn't help but think of the scene where he ran on the plum blossom pile, fell down, and got up countless times with scars all over his body.

There was also the main hall enshrining the statues. She walked in and started imagining the young man dressed as a Taoist boy and worshipping incense reverently under the majestic and solemn statues.

This was originally just the most ordinary temple, but because of his existence, everything here has a different color in A Luo's eyes.

Wen Renjin, who suffers from congenital blindness, must have gone through so much hardship to grow into such a humble gentleman, as perfect as he is today?

At a young age, how did he learn to read, write, play the piano, and play chess without seeing things?

A Luo just thought about this process, and he felt that his heart and soul were about to be pulled.

Just as she was engrossed in her thoughts, a large warm hand suddenly held hers and rubbed her fingertips soothingly.

"Alo, this is Master."

Fei Yuan's thoughts were pulled back, and Arlo looked up, not far in front of him, an old man with gray hair and a clear face stared at her kindly.

The old man said, "Son, come closer and let Master take a look."

His voice was old, and his face was covered with deep ravines, but his eyes were still clear and spirited, and his peaceful eyes carried the broadness of all things and the wisdom that had gone through the vicissitudes of life.

A Luo heard the sound and stepped forward, Qing Dao looked at her with a long smile, and after a while took out a peace talisman from his sleeve and handed it to her hand.

The contact with Qing Yichang was very brief, and he didn't say a few words. However, A Luo felt a kind of open-mindedness and calmness in the face of wind and rain, which she also experienced in Wen Renjin.

After a brief meeting, Wen Renjin said that he wanted to talk to the master alone. A Luo came out of the room and raised his hand to stop the little Taoist priest.

"Little Taoist priest, tell me how your senior brother Wenren is?"

Outside the house, the little Taoist told A Luo about the deeds he had heard in those years.

Inside the house, Wen Renjin knelt down in front of the master, bowed his head and said, "Master, can I ask you to count the fate of your disciple again?"

Qingyi's long eyes can see through everything clearly: "Ziyu, are you afraid that she will be your doom, afraid that your fate will not change?"

Wen Renjin closed his eyes, his usual calmness had long since disappeared from the fair-skinned Qingjun face, and his tone was heavy: "Yes, Master. I can't... lose her."

Qing Daoyi looked at his apprentice who was worried about gains and losses, and a glimmer of relief slipped in his eyes, and said gently: "I once said that your fate is bound to happen, but there is a silver lining to solve any disaster. She is your secret, and your destiny is already set. Change, I can't see clearly how to be a teacher in the future."

Wen Renjin stepped out of the house and heard the younger brother telling A Luo that he went to the mountain to do things for others when he was thirteen years old, but when he came back, a little girl stopped him and insisted on marrying him.

Seeing him appear, the two were startled, the little Taoist hurried away, and A Luo stared at Wen Renjin with his hands on his hips.

"Husband, is this what you said about never accepting female guests?"

Wen Renjin smiled: "Then that's it."

Going down the mountain, Arlo was still in anger, and he asked rightly, "I'm not leaving this time, you have to carry me."

Wen Renjin replied gently: "Okay."

He leaned down and picked her up firmly on his back.

Although jealous, Arlo still worries about him: "Husband carrying me like this, will he fall?"

"I've walked this road thousands of times, and I know exactly what patterns are on which level of the stone stairs, so you don't have to worry about it."

A Luo then felt relieved. She was exhausted when she went up the mountain. This time, she crouched on his broad back without even the slightest bump, and she couldn't help falling asleep.

The birds are singing in the mountains, and the cool mountain wind brings the fragrance of plants and trees, which is refreshing.

As she walked, the **** her back breathed evenly without noticing, Wen Renjin eased her steps even more, and every step was extraordinarily stable.

She was so light, as light as a soft leaf, and so heavy that every time he stepped, he became extremely cautious.