Pretty Her

Xiao Yan squeezed his thin lips tightly, and the sun illuminated his half of his face. He had prideful eyes, and habitually squinted the corners of the eyes when he looked at people, as if he had a big dissatisfaction.

At this moment he stared at her tightly, showing a slight shock at her honesty. In just a moment, his shock was replaced by something else, and his voice became heavier and duller: "It was for silver, I thought you were concentrating on the Buddha."

He will continue to talk about the situation, saying that their family members do not accept such impure people, as soon as the words reach her mouth, she can hear her soft voice.

"I do not hide my son said that at first I wanted to be a nun in order to find a place to stay. Later, I happened to meet my son by chance, and received the favor of the son. I was concerned about it, and I couldn't sleep at night. Dade. "

She met his gaze: "The best of all worlds, the only two are sincere, one is silver two, and the other is human life. I can't bear my life, so I can only repay with silver."

She was standing outside the tree shadow, talking and taking a step forward, just a distance away from him. The distance was not too close, just as he looked down, he could see the thin white skin of her neckline.

She was thin and thin, but the undulations of the mountains were graceful, and when she breathed quickly, it seemed like waves were overlapping.

Xiao Yan looked away, the more agitated inside, the more indifferent his face was: "Keep talking."

The smile in her eyes did not diminish, and she was a little bit stupid. Her cheeks were like peach blossoms in the early spring, and the powder was white. The woman's unique coquettishness and cowardice: "The only valuable jade bracelet on my body was given to others. I can earn money again and live in the house, and everything is costly. I owe it to you, where can I rest in peace. "

It turned out to be self-reliant. He felt relieved, and after a while, remembered something, and kindly reminded her: "there are many ways to earn silver, not necessarily to be a nun."

She blinked at him, waiting for his next sentence.

Xiao Yan: "You can make money every month by being a girl."

I have also encountered someone who sold himself before entering the government and wanted to be a close-fitting girl next to him. He first got the moon near the water tower. Others understand this principle, and he naturally understands it. He has never been successful. It's a little weird to come forward now.

However, she refused: "I haven't waited for anyone, and the girl's monthly money is too little, so it is more suitable for me."

He didn't feel right: "Become a monk.

She was confident: "When I truly shave my hair, I will naturally be indifferent." The woman's black and bright water eyes contained a sense of determination, and she tugged at his corner of the clothes meekly, and intended to please him: I will concentrate on cultivation, and strive to make Xiaotang's incense incense stronger than before. "

Her anachronistic confidence was revealed, and he felt uncomfortable.

Mr. Xiao, who looks like a god, never misses anything. He believes in his intuition.

He stood still, thinking for a long time, and slowly said, "If you are determined to do so, then I wish you everything you want."

She smiled sweetly, "Thank you son."

Half a month after that, she did a Buddhist chanting in the hall, and Muyu stayed away. The more Xiao Xiao thought, the more he felt frustrated. He sent someone to stare at the hall and listened to the situation in person every day.

The daily reply is the same content, most of which is her daily trivial matter. She is clean and strict, she does the same thing every day without any abnormality.

Finally, the returnee came to report that she planned to see the old lady. After listening to Xiao Yan, he didn't say anything. On the second day, he waited in the old lady's house early on the grounds of morning and dusk.

The old lady was in a good mood, and said to him: "The master in the hall is really attentive. He copies the scriptures daily and sends them here. If it is just an ordinary scripture, it is not unusual. A rare master who can copy the script can write ten different Each typeface is extremely beautiful, pleasing to the eye, and delightful. There is no such good little master outside, so it is also in our Xiao family. "

He naturally knew who the old lady was talking about.

She won the favor of everyone in Xiao Fu, but she did not like him.

Xiao Yan picked up the tea, the tea cover scraped across the tea edge, and the air was white. He drank a sweat when he drank hot tea on a hot summer day, and he frowned, and immediately a servant took out a clean towel to wipe his sweat.

Outside, the grandmother entered the room and said, "Old lady, Master Grandmother in the church, please see me."

He was a little bit fascinated. He wiped his sweat off the towel and he chewed on the phrase that Grandma said. She does n’t have a legal name yet, but she used a common name to become a monk, which sounds strange. The nun should have a nice name, maybe he could pick one for her.

There were shattered footsteps outside the curtain of beaded jade. Whoever lifted the curtain and entered, he was sitting in a tight position, waiting for her to say hello.

She was still wearing the navy blue robe and large-sleeve plain clothes of that day, and her thick and rich hair couldn't help, hiding under the plain hat. She first greeted the old lady, then turned towards him, calling softly, "Master."

Xiao Min nodded, even if he responded.

She was very fond of the elderly, and after a few chats, the old lady asked her to sit there, holding hands and handing fruit.

"I've heard people say that there is a wonderful person in the house and has never been able to see it. Now I see it. It is really wonderful. Look at you as a person who is so handsome. I was afraid that it was the money from the high door?"

She rarely mentioned her own thing, and replied, "Thank you Madam for your concern. Although my family was not a high-ranking family in the past, it was quite good."

Having enjoyed glory and wealth, and fallen into a poor life, the heart is tormented more than ordinary people. The old lady took pity on her hands and patted her hand. "As soon as you have come to the Xiao family, you will be from the Xiao family. I see that you are a person with wisdom and roots. As long as you concentrate on practicing Buddhism, you will have great accomplishments in the future."

After chatting for half an hour, they set about fifteen to spread the porridge. The old lady was a little sleepy, and planned to take a rest in the back room, leaving Yun Yan, so that she should not go back to the hall for the time being.

After the old lady gave an explanation, she glanced at Xiao Xuan next to her, wondering that the child had the patience to sit in her room for so long, and he was silent, probably there was something upset.

The old lady said to Xiao Yan: "The scriptures can best purify people's hearts. In the end, Master A Yi will copy the sub-scripts for you. If you meditate, you will feel a lot better in your heart."

Xiao Yan responded: "Yes, grandma."

He got up first and went outside, Yu Guang glanced at her not far behind him, and his pace could not help slowing down.

"My son."

She walked too slowly, and he simply stopped. At this time there was no one around him. As soon as he got out of the house, he sent all the people away.

As soon as she was exposed to the sun, she panted and called him again, soft and soft, sounding like a shiver.

He thought she was talking about copying Scriptures, and just about to ask her to go to the study, but didn't want her to open her mouth, he invited him to give on the fifteenth day.

She took a papa in her hand and wiped her sweat while she said, "Giving is a kind act. The old lady is old and frail. If the son can go for her, he would be very happy to be there.

His grim face was dull and he didn't respond immediately.

She smiled, and did not continue to say, Wu Wu went forward.

By the time Xiao Xiao had recovered, she had already left.

It was then that the housekeeper came to him, Xiao Ye listened to his reply, and the words slipped away from his ears, without hearing a word.

He easily didn't reveal his actions. What's more, to do such small things as congee, labor and work are not flattering at all. With his status today, there is no need to make a name.

But she kindly invited him. How could he refuse?

Regardless of her purpose, it was a first step. She took the first step, followed by the second step and the third step, and he must not obliterate her hope at this time.

He thought, maybe she invited him to make porridge, in order to send a signal to the master behind her-voila, Xiao Yan was fooled.

Yes, if he didn't pretend to be fooled, how could he lead the people behind her?

The steward was talking and suddenly heard Xiao Yan's command: "On the day of the fifteenth day of rest, push me out of everything and I'm going to make porridge."

The steward widened his eyes.

Such things as Shi porridge have always been hosted by female relatives in various provinces. The grand masters in the city have never bothered to do such trivial matters, not to mention characters like their masters.

If he applied porridge in person, he would alarm the whole city.

Sure enough, on the fifteenth day, Xiao Xiao appeared, and the crowd immediately became excited.

When the crowd saw the woman behind him, the hustle and bustle suddenly stopped.

Yun Yan never wore a plain clothes today. She changed into a robe that she usually wears. A thin veil crossed her waist, and her thin figure was looming across the thin cicada-like gauze.

Beauty covers her face, and she is invisible.

Xiao Min subconsciously blocked her with a tall figure, trying to separate her from others.

Today he saw her, seeing her wearing a gown with big sleeves, and her daughter's unusual dress style was worn on her, but she was shocked and charming.

These days, it seems that she is used to wearing a nun's clothes and suddenly changes back to her regular clothes. He has a sense of fortune, and then he becomes more and more certain-it is a pity that a character like her should be a nun. She deserves self-knowledge and knows how to seduce people to successfully fulfill their entrustment.

The first time he gave alms, he was not very proficient, and his voice was so annoying that he was really upset.

Sweating on his forehead, he subconsciously called for someone to come forward to serve, a tender white hand reached out, chopped Spar, and gently stroked his side, "the son is hard."

Xiao Yan looked back.

She smiled and stared at him, her hands moving slowly and gently, wiping his forehead sweat.

This was the kind of closeness he wanted, although he came late, but it was better than nothing. He is not used to getting things out of his grasp, and how things should be, for example, she should be so close to him.

There are more and more people coming from the porridge shed. When I heard Xiao Zhe personally applied porridge, they hurried to take a look. The original intention was to run down Xiao Xiao, and later met Yun Yan with a veil covering his face. They were all astounding and discussed one after another, wondering who this woman was.

Xiao Yan calmly grasped the silk scarf in Yun's hand, and pulled it down her cuff a little. She was talking to others, focusing on other places, and waiting for him to hold the silk scarf completely, her hand also Has fallen into his palm.

Yun was startled, looked back at him, his eyes filled with innocence and confusion, "boy?"

He is anxious for her. She invited him to do porridge, and she didn't do much in the public. How did she deal with her master? Not to mention what she had done to him just now.

He never pulled the woman's hand, this was the first time, holding her white soft and delicate hands, a bit numb in his heart. He approached her, no matter whether anyone saw it, lowered his head against her pinky ears, thin lips slightly opened, pretending to be cold and warm: "Is it hot? Would you like me to take you home now?"

Her cheeks were flushed and slightly trembling, and he held his palm in his hand, as if frightened, with a look of shame: "My son, please take care of yourself."

Xiao Yan froze.

She let go of his hand when he wasn't ready, tears shed tears, smashed into the crowd, and ran away two or three times.

Xiao Yan was stiff.

Both ashamed and angry.

In this world, nothing is more embarrassing than being wrong.

For a moment, the housekeeper noticed that something was wrong, and stepped forward and asked, "Master seems to be missing, do you want someone to find her?"

Xiao Zheng raised his cheeks, angrily dropping the words: "No."

Street corner.

After disappearing from the crowd, Yun Zheng changed her appearance and reappeared. After confirming that there were no people from the Xiao family around, she went to the west of the city unhurriedly.

Someone was waiting for her under the big tree.

She ran forward happily, calling the man's name: "Wei Shen!"

Seeing her sweaty, Xu Ling seemed to be coming all the way. He didn't have a handkerchief, so he wiped her sweat with a monk's clothes. Go on an appointment. "

She lifted her eyes and smiled at him: "I promised you, I will do it."

She spoke well, sweet and soft, blowing to the bottom of the heart like a breeze. When he spoke, he pulled his sleeves and turned into a charming state. If he was not a monk, he was an ordinary man. .

The reason he agreed with her was to be able to confirm her condition, and if the situation changed or she regretted it, he would arrange for her to leave as soon as possible.

Xu Ling was worried about the situation she had just discovered in front of the porridge. She said, "Don't force yourself, there are always other ways that may not necessarily be him."

He only stayed in the crowd for a moment, and hurriedly saw Xiao Huan's face cold, never having any conversation with her, thinking that Xiao Huan had no interest in her.

She pursed her lips with a sly smile on her face, and quietly approached him, reaching out her hand, charmingly: "Nut, where do you know the man's heart, he just secretly pulled my hand."