dhibooks Chapter 68 You Are Happiness
Chapter 68 You Are Happiness
In a corner of the Buddhist hall, Li Jinyuan looked at a little scarlet in the snow-white backyard from a distance, and said to Master Wu: "The Buddha said that there is no appearance of sentient beings, and there is no discrimination, but why do I feel that the master is so partial to Ziqing?"
Wu Wu squinted his eyes and said, "Why aren't you Jin Yuan?"
Li Jinyuan sighed lightly and said: "Ziqing's mind is delicate and sensitive, and any emotional feeling will be several times stronger than ordinary people. Playing qin music is really a rare talent, and it is a blessing for those of us who listen to music... ..."
"It's just going to hurt the kid... This old man is just telling him to be more open-minded. Whatever happens, it's still up to his own comprehension."
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The mountains in the distance are capped, and the branches of winter plums in the snow are a little red, which is indescribably beautiful and sentimental.Ziqing smelled the fragrance of the plum blossoms lightly, full of emotions, opened her lips lightly, and murmured:
"The mountains are empty, the sun is cold, the wind is blowing, and the snow is boundless."
"Plum blossoms are fragrant all night, frost is clear in dreams, and ordinary makeup is in the world."
"The wind blows plum blossoms like snow, floating to and fro without hesitation."
"Keep its own charm and fragrance in the wind, the loneliness will not diminish, and the dream will not be forgotten."
As soon as he finished singing, he heard the dull and crisp sound of being stepped on by the snow behind him.
Ziqing's glazed eyes slid to the corners of his eyes, then turned back, still looking at Kongmengyuan Mountain.The corners of the mouth are slightly curved up.
You don't need to look back, you know who that person is.
The person who has been fettered with me for 17 years and is too familiar with him.
If according to Master Wu Wu's words, if he entrusts himself to the Liu family, God will treat him well.
Even luckier to meet him,
He stared at him with the same eyes as himself,
He who will be sad for himself,
Even though he became what he is now, he is still worried about himself, and he came here out of breath.
Qiao Yang, are you my happiness?
"Ziqing~" Qiao Yang softly called Ziqing's name, and hugged him willfully from behind, wishing to rub him into his body: "I won't let go, even if I die."
Without the expected struggle, Ziqing let Qiao Yang hug me submissively, gently put her hand on his, and said softly but firmly: "If you don't let go, I won't let go either."
Let the pure white snow in the sky witness the vow of never giving up, and make a promise of no regrets in this life with you in front of the blooming red plums.
"Then you are not allowed to escape into Buddhism, no! No!" Liu Qiaoyang roared aggrieved, his voice slightly hoarse.
Wait a minute, is this the case?
Ziqing turned her head suspiciously and looked at Qiao Yang: "Who said I'm going to escape into Buddhism?!"
"Huh?" Qiao Yang was also taken aback. When he ran to the gate of Fahua Temple to ask about Ziqing's whereabouts, the little novice said clearly, "Ziqing Shi mainly escaped into Buddhism and is discussing this matter with the abbot in the backyard." Then he reacted. , cursed: "Which turtle bastard is teasing me!"
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"Ah!" Mu Chengyou from somewhere in Fahua Temple suddenly sneezed and wrapped his clothes up: "It seems to be getting cold again."
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Afterwards, Liu Qiaoyang suddenly realized that in the atmosphere just now, Ziqing and him should have made a vow together, and he was so obsessed with Ziqing's haircut to become a monk that he missed such an important moment.
"Ziqing~ Let's do it again, okay?" He begged aggrievedly.
"No!" She blushed and refused.
"Come on again, come on, I won't let go!" Holding Ziqing's hand, stalking.
"Let go! Who wants to do it again with you!" Throwing it away, why do this kind of thing again.
"Come on, come on, come on!" the magic voice filled his ears.
"Don't, don't... um..." before he finished speaking four words, don't come to respond, he was blocked by someone's lips, and only had time to let out a protest of unknown meaning from his throat, which was submerged in Qiao Yang's tenderness like water, like fire. In a fiery deep kiss.
So, that's what happiness looks like.