The master doesn't want the monk to say

Chapter 18

"Oh?" Hua Ziyao frowned, "Tell me what kind of beauty it is."

Chi Ruo pondered for a while, then smiled and said, "You can't say it."

Hua Ziyao lowered her eyes and chuckled, "That's an excellent answer."

Chi Ruo turned around and looked at Hua Ziyao, "Does the benefactor have something to say to this little monk?"

Hua Ziyao said: "You said that day that you wanted to leave the Pavilion of the Old Man, but now it seems that this deity has nothing to do with it."

Chi Ruo nodded.

"I believe in you," Hua Ziyao said, "but if I can leave the Buddha's heart immediately, I will definitely spare no effort to keep it."

If you don't say a word.

After Hua Ziyao finished speaking, she stood up, "In a few days, it will be New Year's Eve. Let's go after New Year's Eve!"

Chi Ruo also didn't know what the New Year's Eve looked like in the world, although he didn't like to make noise, but he thought it would be good to be happy on New Year's Eve, so he nodded.

Hua Ziyao glanced at him, turned and left.

Chi Ruo looked out of the window, Hua Ziyao Yanhong's figure appeared unusually abrupt in the deep green bamboo forest.

The next day, Zhushengju welcomed old people and new guests.

When the freshman walked in, the black clothes were heavy, and there was a strange harmony among the green and black bamboo forests. Chi Ruo was stunned for a long time before walking over, "Benefactor."

The older one nodded, "Little master is here, how is Zhusheng living?"

Chi Ruo told the truth, "The old man's pavilion treats guests well, and the little monk lived here very well, thank you."

The freshman entered the room, staring straight down at the teacup in his hand as if restraining himself, without saying a word.

When Chiruo saw this, he sighed slightly, "The furnishings in the house should not have changed at all, please invite the benefactor to come in, I'm afraid it will hurt the scene even more."

Freshman closed his eyes.

Chi Ruo sat opposite him, lifted the lid of the tea and touched the rim of the cup lightly, making a small "ding".

But what Chiruo said hit his mind. For so many years, he dared not enter this house. Later, he didn't even want to get close to it. Until now, he even would rather travel around for a year than Go back to the old man's pavilion.

He thought that every inch of vegetation here was his remorse and heartache.

This time back, Zhuqing no longer called Zhuqing, and the three characters "Zhushengju" hanging outside the house, which are flamboyant, must have been written by Hua Ziyao when she rose up.

He plucked up the courage to walk in again, without taking another step forward, the green eyes all over him had already defeated all his courage. He had escaped for so many years, but the defense he thought was strong was so vulnerable.

There are still those arrogant eyes in the room, scanning him inch by inch, making him feel weak.

Now a pair of strange peach blossom eyes are fixedly looking at him with three-pointed love, with compassion and indifference.

He really wanted to kill him.

There was a warm touch from the fingertips, the fine celadon was lit, and a few bamboo leaves were lit. The freshman felt a pain in his heart, and a little forced his face, "Even the teacup has not changed, this is his favorite tea set before."

Chi Ruo nodded and sat down, "What the benefactor said, Hua Qing?"

Freshman put down the teacup, afraid that he would accidentally break it again, "You know?"

Chi Ruo said: "Huazhu Qingqing has a vague meaning, I've heard someone mention it before. Is it an old friend of the benefactor?"

Big nodded, "He is not as hospitable as you are. I often use this tea set, and I will serve him the tea after brewing."

"Things are different from people." Chi Ruo said lightly.

Da Yi trembled all over, raised his eyes to look at Chi Ruo, his lips were wriggling, but finally he lowered his head with a dead face.

Facing Chiruo's always calm and calm face, no one could say a thousand words.

"It's different." Freshman stood up suddenly and walked to the door. "Is this plain white curtain newly replaced?"

Chi Ruo nodded.

Freshman stood quietly by the door, rolled up and put down the curtain, rolled up and put it down, his eyes were dark, and his thoughts were hidden in it.

Chi Ruo watched quietly, holding hot tea in his hand, this scene had an indescribably weird harmony.

As everyone knows, it was the same scene in the house back then, except that the cloth curtains were replaced by bead curtains, and if the imperial edict was replaced by freshman, freshman would be replaced by old friends.

After a while, the freshman seemed to have just come out of the memory with difficulty, with an undisguised sadness on his face, he bid farewell to Chi Ruo.

Did not retain, as many years ago.

But the freshman can clearly feel that the hot and undisguised gaze behind him will never appear again.

Chi Ruo waited for the freshman to walk out of the Zhusheng residence before standing up and walking behind the screen.

Behind the screen is the changing room. There is a hidden compartment in the cabinet. Chiruo accidentally found it. When he opened it, he saw a crooked flower embroidered on the January white kit. Let’s count it as a flower, but it’s just a bunch of different colors. There are a dozen or so red beans in the circle.

If you have counted them in detail, there are thirteen red beans, small and round, delicate and lovely.

Thinking it was left by Hua Qing, Chi Ruo looked at it for a while, then shook his head, and put the kit back.

……

On New Year's Eve, Chi Ruo knew for the first time that there were so many people in the Old Man's Pavilion.

Although Hua Ziyao called him into the front hall, he still left the banquet early, but fortunately Hua Ziyao was not embarrassed, and ordered someone to bring him vegetarian food, so he stopped forcing him to attend the banquet in the front hall.

Zhushengju was not really deserted either. Both Hua Suo and Xiaojing came to congratulate Chiruo on a happy new year. Xiaojing even gave Chiruo a basket of firecrackers, saying that he would sneak out to set off firecrackers at night when he was watching the new year, and asked Chiruo to help him. hide.

Chi Ruo agreed, hid the firecracker under the desk, and covered it with a cloth, and assured Xiao Jing that no one would find out, so Xiao Jing was relieved, and rushed to the front hall with great interest.

The front hall is still some distance away from Zhushengju, and the noise coming here is actually very unreal. In this faint human voice, it seems that Zhushengju is quieter.

Chi Ruo picked up a scripture and studied it carefully, and he didn't feel that the New Year's day was any different from usual.

Thinking of this, Chi Ruo unconsciously caressed his brow again, that point of cinnabar seemed to never appear again, and he could no longer feel the long and distant rhythm of the Buddha's heart.

The sky gradually darkened, and the front hall seemed to enter a small space. Even Chi Ruo, who was eating a light vegetarian meal in Zhushengju, couldn't help but be taken aback by the sudden noise, and then ate his own meal. The mind is not moved by it.

After the meal, everyone seemed to gather in the front hall tonight, and the person who delivered the meal didn't come to collect the bowl after he had finished eating.

Chi Ruo was not in a hurry, sat at the desk and began to read a book, and agreed to wait for Xiao Jing to set off the fireworks.

After a while, the person who came to deliver the meal hurried in, with two blushes on his face, his expression was already a little blurred, looking at Chi Ruo, instead of being cold as usual, he smiled and then retreated, but Chi Ruo couldn't react in time , Leng Leng, came back to God, people have left.

Now, except for Xiaojing, no one should come.

If you change your clothes, you only wear the undress you wear when you go to bed. The material is soft, but it is a little loose, but it is convenient for activities. Although it is a cold day, it is as warm as spring in the house. Wearing this clothes does not look cold .

In this way, when Xiaojing came and the firecrackers were over, he could go to bed. If Hua Ziyao was in the mood, he might go out on the first day of the new year. Tonight, he would have a good time with Xiaojing, which could be regarded as a farewell.

Sitting there alone, Chi Ruo thought a lot, but never thought that "people are not as good as heaven", so when the freshman knocked open the door and tore off the curtain, Chi Ruo froze in place.

Compared with the intoxicating blush on the cheeks of the person who came to collect the bowl just now, the freshman is obviously better, his face is flushed, his usually clear eyes are now cloudy, he is trying to keep his eyes open, his figure is swaying Shaking, muttering inarticulately.

"Benefactor?" Chi Ruo shouted worriedly.

Hearing the sound, Da Yi staggered towards him, touched Chiruo's head with his big warm hand, stroked it back and forth a few times in doubt, and muttered, "Where's the hair?"

Chi Ruo reached out and took Da Yi's hand off his head, turned around and walked out, wanting someone to help.

No matter where he goes, the freshman sticks close behind him, muttering non-stop, "Where are you going? Where are you going?"

Chi Ruo didn't know whether to laugh or cry, he helped the freshman to lie down on the bed, "Why is the benefactor so drunk?"

Freshman looked confused and confused, "Where's the hair? Where's Ah Qing's hair?"

Chi Ruo shook his head, "This little monk is not an old friend of the benefactor."

He stood up and went out to call someone.

But a hand suddenly stretched out, grabbed him, and brought him back, Chi Ruo's figure swayed, and fell on his back, right on the body of the culprit, Freshman.

The big circle hugged him, and let out a muffled laugh from his chest, as if he was very happy, "Haha, it's rare for Ah Qing to throw himself into his arms!"

When Chiruo fell down, his lower back hit the edge of the bed, the pain was severe, his face was pale, and he couldn't break free at this moment, and couldn't get up.

"Benefactor," he called softly, "let go."

The freshman was obedient at the moment, and obediently let go.

Chi Ruo struggled enduring the pain and was about to stand up, but the freshman stretched out his hand again.

Chi Ruo let out a muffled snort, and was hit hard on the waist again.

While the hatchback was struggling, a series of cheerful shouts sounded outside...

The author has something to say: big change!This chapter is originally called the chapter of the author who scares the cry!