Chapter 333

At 3 a.m., outside the hospital's maternity room, a man walked back and forth, and the anxious color on his face was obvious.

"Gu Dongxing, can you stop turning, I am not dead by you The hale and hearty Gu Laozi roared at him with a full of anger.

"This is the hospital, sir. Please keep your voice down." The passing nurse reminded him.

Gu Laozi immediately advised, nodded and said, "yes, I must pay attention to it. It is all the blame for the old man's useless son. He doesn't give birth to a baby, and he does it." "

" come out! "

A cry came out in the delivery room.

The old man with the left arm tattooed with blue dragon and white tiger on his right arm immediately cried.

It's not easy. They have three generations of single handed old family finally!

Cry, cry hard for him!

"Daddy, how did you cry?"

"Happy not? Go, I want tissue? " Gu Laozi despised the silly son who was not used. He wiped his nose on the sleeve of Tang suit, and went to see his little son.

The incubator of newborn is in three rows. Gu looks east and West. He turns around a dying baby cat. Finally, he looks at a baby with strong head and dark skin. He says happily, "look at this body, strong! Look at this stubble, rough and hard! Look at this little trick, ouch, no, it must be a handsome boy who is fascinated by thousands of girls! I am really a kind of family! Gu Dongxing, you really have a chance! "

His son was embarrassed, "Dad, your grandson is here."

Gu Laozi was almost as stiff as he could not roar.

What?

What are you kidding?

That skin is thinner than the girl, body than the girl is also weak baby baby milk cat is his old care for the family?

His good grandchildren are to be mixed with the black, carrying a knife to open a ladybug, the soft glutinous kitten is afraid that even the fruit knife can not carry it?

Gu refused to believe the cruel fact, and he was "in love with his previous baby" without regret. Until his parents were frightened and took his son away, he could feel the look of Gu Laozi's resentment and escape a peddler.

The young parents slipped faster, leaving only a black spoon for the old man.

Even if he is reluctant, the old man can only accept the cruel truth.

He still did not die, all day long to encourage the son and daughter-in-law of the tiger and the mother to have a baby.

Daughter in law is a typical woman strong man, and she would not like to have children. It is still seen from the face of the husband who has no interest in her life. She wants to be a baby father. What else can she do? Look at his poor appearance, born.

I didn't expect to have a child so painful. With the eldest brother, Mrs. Gu would not be able to regenerate, forcing her husband to ligate.

Gu Laozi's anger, let the son who did not have a chance to kneel for the night, and take his grandson to play horse riding.

I don't really want to say that although the little grandson is a little thin and looks a little bit more feminine, he is very good at taking it, and he is clever and sensible. When he looks at you with a pair of wet eyes, he can't speak any more.

The old man finally became more and more interested, with the eyes of his daughter-in-law killing, and took his grandson with his grandson and walked around, and showed off to his friends from time to time. Among the small monkeys who were exposed in the room for three days, his little son was just a stream of clean water, and his grandfather and son had a face.

The little grandson has not been named, but he has a well-known name, XiuXiu.

How did the name come?

The baby is very special when she is born. He does not drink mother's milk. Once his daughter-in-law wants to feed him, she will not struggle. The family can't help but wash milk powder instead. What makes the old man headache is that the boy is still damned picky, and there is no meat or meat food.

How can children grow high without meat?

As the family went up and down, the old, the old and the young worried about the white hair, or Gu dad made a bad idea, chopped the meat and mixed it in the vegetables, or removed the meat flavor, and served as a kind of flour food.

The result is no exception, all by that boy to see through.

The pink, tender nose, just smell it, you can know that you have chicken duck, goose, beef, mutton, fire, chicken and bacon.

Then the name of the "sniff" of this pimple is gone.

Daughter-in-law is a young woman who has been in a hurry and has a lot of literature and art. She can accept this small name and break "sniff" into "XiuXiu".

The people saw that the baby in red T-shirt and dark trousers sat in the sofa, and two short legs were set up on the edge. The glass like pupil reflected the clear water, and it was really clear and beautiful. Jade and snow were lovely. If we ignore the serious expression of the old man.

Gu, a big hand, became, called XiuXiu.The little baby of Gu's family has grown to three years old and has not yet spoken a word. This has become the heart disease of the family and teases him to talk all day long.

Old Gu was so distressed that he went to the doctor in a hurry. He felt that his son was entangled with something impure. He spent a lot of money to invite the master to do it at home.

The three-year-old baby looked at the old Taoist, and the first sentence was --

"Amitabha, good and good."

What is Amitabha?

Good is good. What is good?

The family is really going to cry.

This is not the same as the first sound of "grandfather", "mother" and "father" in the imagination?

Gu's heart has been trained out. Seeing this, he calmly said, "XiuXiu, call him grandfather. Grandfather will take you to see Amitabha

His daughter-in-law laughed at him, "Dad, XiuXiu, he's only three years old, can you understand what you mean?"

The next moment her son slapped his face, "grandfather."

Be as good as you can be.

Being an old mother means heartache.

How can we do this? What about a good mother and son?

Mr. Gu took his grandson to his shoulder and hummed to the famous white horse temple. In the hall of Mahavira, there are three Buddhas, inlaid on both sides of the pagoda, depicting the immortals in the rising sandalwood.

The old man is a fool in the road. He is very afraid of Bodhisattvas and is not practical in Buddhist temples. It's rare that Sun Tzu called him "grandfather" and came with a stiff head.

He was going to take a look at it and leave, but he was taken in by the old abbot of the temple for no reason. He said that the boy's skeleton was amazing and his Buddhism was deep. He was most suitable for becoming a monk.

Oh, Pooh, Pooh, Pooh, you're a big head ghost!

His old family had a useless infatuated son. It was hard for him to endure until his hair turned white. When the next generation arrived, he had to cultivate XiuXiu into an excellent young master with a left Green Dragon and a white tiger. Only in this way can he smile!

Mr. Gu left the White Horse Temple with a black face and said, "granddad XiuXiu tells you that those bald donkeys are easy to cheat because you are young. If you want to take advantage of you to work hard in the temple, you must not be fooled! Mom and dad are still waiting for you to go back to dinner. "

"Grandfather, I want to become a monk."

A word of stone breaking the sky shocked the old man's body as steady as Mount Tai and as quiet as a dog.

That's it. The bald ass has been brainwashed.

The old man shivered and took his grandson home. An emergency family meeting was held all night. The result of the discussion was to sound the red alarm. XiuXiu must not be allowed to enter the Buddhist temple for the second time in his lifetime, especially the damned White Horse Temple! What's more, put an end to XiuXiu's contact with blacklisted people such as bald donkey, ox nose and nun!

After the experience of becoming a monk, Gu quickly hired a fortune teller. He had better give his grandson a name that was contaminated with the atmosphere of human fireworks. He had to tie people to his home.

Then XiuXiu had a new name.

Gu Xilou.

When the word "wild goose" comes back, the moon fills the West Tower of Gu Xi Lou.

The baby didn't say a word for a long time.

Looking at the curly eyebrows on his little white face, and his grandfather's love overflowing, he said softly, "what's wrong with XiuXiu? Don't you like the name? "

The baby was very honest and nodded.

The old man was happy, "what name does XiuXiu want?"

"Jingcheng." Small milk baby opened a pair of misty big eyes, "the mirror of the mirror, clear and clear."

Before the old man spoke, his father muttered, "why is it so like a monk's name?"

After that, he was kicked to the floor by the old man. He hated him very much, "go, you little bunny, can you talk? What is the name of a monk? You will say that XiuXiu is more educated than you are. If you don't shut up, no one will treat you as dumb. "

Gu dad corrected, "Dad, shut up, no one treats you as dumb."

"Hey, you little bunny, you are so fat. Dare to contradict your father. Come here. If I don't beat you black and blue today, I'll read your name upside down!"

His son was aggrieved, "Dad, you really don't want to be shameless. When you are old, you still want to change your name to Shuai gu!"

The old man was so angry, "what's your age? Can't old people be handsome? You little boy is itchy. Come here and I'll beat you to death! "

Mr. Gu just rolled up his sleeves and was pulled by the doll next to him. He said, "Grandpa, it's not good to fight."

"Yes, yes, my grandfather is too impulsive. Xiaoxilou can't be like my grandfather. We should be civilized and polite. Be good. My grandfather will give you sugar and sugar."

Small thing frowned, a face tangled, "can not eat?"

Gu put his arm around his small shoulder, "what does the little west tower like to eat? Grandfather, buy it for you

Gu's father gave his father a thumbs up. He was a man who had seen the wind and waves. His ability to change the topic was really powerful.So everyone knew that the Gu family had a small master named Gu Xilou.

Unlike the old man's ruggedness and his father's weakness, the young master of Gu's family gave birth to a figure of beautiful bone and a little cinnabar in the middle of his eyebrows, just like a little golden boy next to a Bodhisattva, and his whole body was full of immortality.

As a young master of a underworld family, Gu Xilou has grown up unscientificly into a socialist successor of Miao Hong. He does not have any bad habits. Whether it is achievements or sports, it is extraordinary perfect. He is so perfect that his family cries out again.

They just want an ordinary boy. How can such an excellent student with moral integrity, intelligence, physique, physical education, and national development have the heart to instigate him to rob his younger brother?

The first grade student with excellent character and learning also loves to help others. As a result, from childhood to adulthood, Gu Xilou's fans changed one after another, and he was always worshipped on the altar.

The old man was really desperate. With his son studying from junior high school to junior high school, from junior high school to high school, a little ant has not been crushed to death, and has become a saint to a certain extent.

At this time, the idle and flustered father Gu saw that the old man was so upset that he came up with bad ideas. Since his son could not be the successor, he could find an excellent wife, such as his wife.

Mr. Gu stares at the son who is eating his daughter-in-law's soft food for several times. He forcefully takes back the impulse of hanging and beating, and turns to discuss with his daughter-in-law.

Then one night, Gu Xilou, who was doing his homework, received a warm greeting from his mother.

"Son, I'm not used to the new dormitory?"

"Habit."

"Son, is the new table mate male or female?"

"Female."

Gu's mother made a move, barely suppressing her scream and saying gently, "Oh? What's the girl at the table? Cheerful or quiet? What do you do at home? How many people are there? Does she like hitting people? Oh, no, my mother wants to know if she's the kind of girl who puts everything in her heart to help her friends! "

Gu Xilou thought for a moment and said honestly, "I don't know."

In his world, there are only Buddhas and scriptures. As for what the believers look like, he doesn't care. After all, their looks are beautiful and ugly, and they are all white bones. What's the difference between all living beings after a hundred years?

Gu's mother patted her forehead and got it. She was still a piece of wood. She was very happy.

"I want to become a monk."

Gu Xilou began to talk about this topic again. He looked at his mother carefully, "even if it's a monk, I can still come back to visit you."

White Horse Temple is the home of his former life and the habitat of his life.

What made him regret most was that he died in an epidemic shortly after he became a abbot. He was 27 years old. His predecessor's life was too short to carry forward Buddhism and repay his master's kindness for adopting and growing up.

But perhaps it is the way of heaven who loves him and gives him a chance to live a life again, or in the modern age when Buddhism is declining.

Gu's mother has a headache. How could this dead child be so obsessed with this matter? From three to sixteen, isn't he bored?

"Promise me, it's my lifelong wish." Gu Xilou said.

Gu's mother thought, you've only lived for 16 years, you've only gone to two or three places, and you've met only those few groups. What's your lifelong wish? Although

make complaints about it, Gu mother is still like a motherly mother. "Xiu Xiu," this is urgent. You are still young, thinking is more one-sided and makes decisions more straightforward.

Seeing what her son wanted to say when he opened his mouth, Mrs. Gu took off a silver bracelet with lotus pattern from her wrist and thrust it into Gu Xilou's hand.

She was serious. "This is the dowry Bracelet your grandmother gave me. It has been handed down from generation to generation. It is the seventh generation to me. This bracelet is so evil that no one can escape. You can keep it. If you meet the girl you like in the future, don't say anything. Just put it on her. You can't escape your beast's palm. "

"Mom, what do you say? Color is empty."

Gu Xilou was so embarrassed and angry that he felt that the silver bracelet was extremely hot and almost didn't fall out.

Gu's mother had already disappeared when he was chanting sutras.

Gu Xilou, who was uncomfortable, put the bracelet far away, like a bird of prey in a flood.

In the twinkling of an eye, Gu Xilou's three years of high school career ended. According to his consistent excellent results, all universities in China can choose at will with their eyes closed.

Gu Xilou's mind is to become a monk, but the family's population is very tight, and he refuses to accept it. If he talks too much, the old man looks like he is out of breath and needs emergency treatment, which makes people stunned.

As a result, he had to follow his family's choice.

Originally, he chose to study Buddhism. The old man with superb performance turned pale and coughed several times. Gu Xilou retreated and chose archaeology.

Archaeology is a highly professional subject. In the eyes of those who are not interested in it, this course is boring. Gu Xilou is very interested in learning. He likes to study relics and relics, and appreciate the charm of another era in the trace.As a result of his outstanding performance, sophomore became an assistant of a famous archaeology professor in the field, following him to explore the historical sites.

In the next semester of his junior year, he went to Beidi Luyuan with his professor.

Beidilu was the former site of a king's capital. Different from the former sites of other royal capitals, the first empress rose here, a legendary monarch recorded in the annals of spring and autumn.

Unlike her female colleagues, Gu Xilou is deeply impressed by the female emperor of the Yuan Dynasty. She often appears in junior high school and high school textbooks, and is also an important knowledge point for recitation.

The students are more interested in the love history of the empress than her achievements in making great efforts to govern the country and setting up a women's school. It is said that she was so gorgeous that she was fascinated by the civil and military affairs of the whole dynasty, and that the prime minister, who was fascinated by the power of the court, would not marry her for life.

What's more surprising is that in several unofficial histories, it is said that the empress was originally the wife of the Duke of the state and the wife of the former prime minister. As a result, the battle in Beidi suddenly disappeared. When she reappeared in front of the people, it was the emperor's new queen.

Some people say that she is a thousand year old white fox. She specializes in sucking people's hearts for a living. She has a powerful mind enchanting skill. Otherwise, how can the young emperor make her emperor even if he bears the reputation of the world? The prime ministers of the two dynasties, who covered the sky with one hand, became her ministers under her skirt. One of them could not bear the embarrassment of the empress in the court, so she voluntarily resigned and retired. The other was loyal and devoted to the battlefield for her.

To Gu Xilou's bewilderment, the empress's life was very similar to that of his previous life. However, what he seemed to remember was that the wife of the emperor was a noble lady rather than a prairie girl. As for the surname, he had forgotten it for a long time. He was not a man who was interested in other things, but also wanted to integrate into modern life. His previous life was more like a dream in a trance.

Gu Xilou tried to find out the familiar history. Instead of being named Jingcheng, there was a nameless monk who had committed lust ring and was cut off by his waist. After a few glances, he was not interested in leaving.

Gu Xilou thought, maybe it is a parallel world similar to him.

He can all come back from the dead, come to a thousand years later, what is impossible?

Now the most important thing for him is how to persuade the stubborn family members to agree that he should become a monk in Baima temple. Gu Xilou thought and sighed.

"XiuXiu, I'm young. What's your sigh?" The elder martial brother of peach blossom eye hooked his shoulder, "elder martial brother, you look like this, you must have no younger sister's pain, just all day long idle egg ache sigh! Don't say that elder martial brother doesn't favor you. The day after tomorrow, you will enter the female emperor's underground palace. The workload must double. It's rare to have time. Elder martial brother will take you to see the world! "

"See the world?" Gu Xilou is puzzled and confused.

With a bad smile, the elder martial brother took people to a bar full of demons and demons. The girl in the vest and shorts was hot and hot, which scared the Buddhist monk who had no desire to flee. He didn't dare to go back to pick up one of his shoes.

On this small matter, the bad hearted elder martial brother ridiculed him for three days and three nights, saying that he would be so innocent that he would not find his daughter-in-law. He might suffocate him with a kiss.

Gu Xilou ignored the elder martial brother's winking, red face, followed the tutor under the underground palace.

The underground palace was discovered two months ago. A group of state-level archaeologists have entered the palace. His tutor specializes in clothing, so he has been invited to do research.

As the most proud disciple, the professor gave Gu Xilou a lot of care. Before he started his work, he was allowed to walk around and have a look, so as to broaden his horizons.

Gu Xilou didn't want to stay with his elder martial brother, who was full of yellow scraps. He went a little farther. He came to a room where the scripture scrolls were kept. It was said that it was the manuscript written by the empress before her death, which was extremely precious. He walked at random for a few steps, and something rolled away.

It is a scroll, well preserved, as if it were not invaded by years.

The woman in the painting is wearing a gorgeous dress of cinnamon green decorated with longevity birds. She is wearing silk, leaning against the fence to listen to the wind, and holding a round fan with ivory handle in her hand. What the painter catches is her casual look back, which is just the poem. She looks back with a smile. The six palaces are colorless.

That kind of eye wave with no bright color, over a thousand years, over the picture, shot down his heart.

Curious.

It's really strange.

Why does his heart beat so fast? He was totally out of control and crazy, and his blood seemed to flow back in an instant, which made him dizzy and unable to think.

That night, Gu Xilou had a dream.

A very strange dream.

In his dream, he pushed down a man who was eight points similar to the woman in the painting. He even ignored the other party's entreaties, imprisoned people by the window, stripped off her clothes, and approached her fragrant hair and skin without scruple, and got into her red mouth to beg for sugar.

The sugar was so sweet that he was so soft that something was wrong.

This scene strongly stimulated his nerves. He should push people away and refuse her, but he broke the girl's legs in a frenzy"Pa --"

a figure rolled off the bed and fell to the sky.

After a night's spring dream, Gu Xilou woke up with a red face.

Then, his face flushed, and his love affair began to open.

Unbelievably, crazily, he was sentimentally attached to a woman who existed in the past.

He felt that he might be really bewildered.

He bought all the reference books about her official history and unofficial history. He did not let go of the textbooks. He carefully cut the block of words occupied by her with scissors and pasted it on the hot heart with a smirk.

Recently, there is a legend about a generation of empresses on TV. He just glanced at it and turned it off.

The old man thought that the good sun was not right these days. He was giggling and worried. He was worried. Could he be suffering from some unspeakable male disease?

"If you have a disease, you should see it as soon as possible, otherwise it will be more troublesome for a minor illness to become a serious one."

Gu Xilou hesitated for a moment and then asked the experienced old man for advice on his illness. "Grandfather, I don't know what's wrong with me. No matter how I eat or sleep, I always think about a person, return, return..." He had some shame buried in his head.

"What else?" Mr. Gu's spirit immediately came.

Oh, oh, no, XiuXiu actually suffered from Acacia?

"Return, return..." He was ashamed to open his mouth. He closed his eyes under the shining eyes of the old man and said, "he always does some rogue things to her."

What?

Hooligans?

Hooligan good, hooligan wonderful, hooligan quack!

Is this iron tree finally going to bloom? Is piggy going to the cabbage? Is he going to have a great grandson? The old man was dazed by the beautiful phenomenon in the future, covered his excited chest, and passed out of excitement.

It's a day of flying around.

Gu Xilou also has archaeological research, so he can't stay with his bed. He left when the old man was asleep, and it was his father Gu who left to look after him.

After his weekend break, he went to the underground palace to see his beloved empress. At the thought that the place was full of her breath, he would like to stay here for the rest of his life. Elder martial brother doesn't dare to tease him casually now. The younger martial brother who concentrates on his work is too terrible. He can wave his tender eyes at a painting. He looks like a girl he likes.

On that day, another group of archaeologists came in to carry the books inside the underground palace to study outside.

Gu Xilou was a bit out of his wits and watched the staff move the painting away from his original place. After finishing his work, he unconsciously followed up. When going down the stairs, the staff member sprained his feet and the scroll rolled down.

He didn't think about it. He grabbed the scroll over his body. As a result, he hung in the air and fell down from the stairs.

"Bang --"

consciousness suddenly withdrew.

"Younger martial brother? Younger martial brother? Wake up

Someone was pushing him on the shoulder.

He opened his eyes in a daze and saw a bald head. The other side grinned, "brother Jingcheng, are you awake at last? How did you feel? Does the back of your head hurt? "

He was staring at all this. The monk in the robe was not far away from the incense table where the Golden Buddha was worshipped. There was a faint sandalwood floating into his nose.

The monk touched his head and said, "don't worry, younger martial brother. The rabbit is fine and has not been hurt. It's you. You have to climb a tree to save it. You fall down a lot. The master is worried about it. By the way, today is your lecture. Can you support it? Do you want to cancel it? "

"I'm fine..." He opened his mouth, and before the doubts about "where is this" in the second half of the sentence were asked, the monk ran out in a rage, leaving a sentence, "well, you can have a rest and hurry out. People are waiting in the side hall!"

Jingcheng had to stare at the rabbit he had just saved.

After a while, the elder martial brother came in again and dragged people out. When he was still in a daze, he was pushed to sit on the white jade platform. In the center was a bronze tripod with curling sandalwood. Under the stage, there are Wu Yang's men and women.

In the blood of a familiar again, instinct driven him to sit upright on the lotus seat.

He is still familiar with Buddhism. Even after so many years, he speaks the Scriptures in a calm manner, and his personal understanding is refreshing.

The believers looked at him with burning eyes and were very devout.

And in this pious offering, he first fell on the graceful and weak willow noble woman, who was wearing a power plant and stretched out her hand to open some gauze to breathe.

The eyebrows and eyes are so familiar that they can't be mistaken.

He lenglengleng, an itch in the heart, raised for many years of small butterfly at this moment flaunt to fly.

Yes.

That's her.

He won't admit it.

The woman in the painting, the empress of the past, appeared in front of him vividly. According to her present dress, she is still a girl in boudoir, and has not become the fragrance of others.The other side's eyes also slanted over, like looking at a Meng Lang's son Lang.

His face flushed with a Shua.

The cinnabar between the eyebrows is gorgeous.

Jingcheng finally finished the lecture with shaking hands and feet. He looked up and saw that the man did not know where he had gone, and his mood fell down unconsciously. He went back to his yard with one foot deep and one foot shallow.

Passing the corner, a figure suddenly came in.

At a glance, he was actually a man with a heart, and his blood was boiling all over his body. However, he remembered that the other side didn't like Meng Lang's man, so he kept a distance.

But she seems to be under the medicine, eyes blurred, a strength to rub on his body.

She even kissed him.

Like in the dream.

It's over.

So he realized.

Jing Cheng is afraid that she will be seen by others like this. She plans to take her back to her yard to see if there is any antidote that can relieve her. He supported people, stumbled along, passing a clear lotus pond, he did not grasp one firmly, she fell into the pool.

He turned pale, grabbed her sleeve, and he was brought in and fell into the water.

The nose choked into a few saliva, numb.

"Master..."

She wound up like a water demon, her arms around his neck, even her breath was wet, her eyes were like silk, "master, am I beautiful?"

"Beauty," he said in a bewildered voice

"Why do you..." Her small waist into his palm, wronged pursed lips, "not kiss me?"

"This, this..." He was so confused that he didn't dare to look into the other person's eyes.

The man ignored him, and his fingers crept in along his cuff, and a string of sparks lit up where the skin touched. He watched her casually raise her head, the crystal clear water drops along the chin to the clavicle, finally rolled into the depth of the scenery. He looked stupidly. When he came back to his senses, his palms had already grasped each other's small waist and held the two thin red petals in his head.

He had a thorough taste of what it meant to be captivated.

She was kneaded by him like a tender New Peach, swaying around, clinging to his shoulder, panting weakly, and finally seemed to be asleep.

The sound of the water was clattering. He walked out of the lotus pool with his arms in his arms. He changed his red face into a clean robe. Before he woke up, he moved a small bench and sat down in front of her. He could not see enough of her eyebrows.

If he said love at first sight, would she believe it?

Would she believe him if he said he saw her like an old friend coming back?

If he said that he had gone through thousands of years just to meet her, would she still believe it?

Mirror Cheng Unconsciously leaning on his hand, put on the side of his cheek, suddenly, a thing slipped out of his sleeve.

"Bang -"

the silver is bright.

It's a silver bracelet with beautiful lotus flowers. It's for women.

Jingcheng is a little stunned. Isn't this a gift for his daughter-in-law prepared by his mother Gu? How did you come with him?

He touched his bare head, but he could not think of it. He just thought it was a predestined fate.

It's destined to be the one who will hit him for thousands of years.

Jingcheng secretly peeps at people, gently raises her hand, and puts the bracelet into her wrist.

Well, you can't escape.

You are pretty.

Well, XiuXiu is yours.

He was a little pleased, and his face was red.

He thought again, XiuXiu is too feminine. Does she think that the boy with this nickname is too unreliable? The young monk felt his head and thought hard. Finally, he changed XiuXiu into a Xiu.

The little monk took a look at his sleeping face, his eyes bent into a shallow crescent moon, and left the trace of guilt behind him.

With his hands on his chin, the little monk tilted his head and looked at his lover. Unconsciously, he drew closer and closer. His arms were folded like a child, half of his cheek was buried in his arm, his head was tilted, and his nose was almost close to his nose, so close that he could hear her breathing.

But he felt inexplicably at ease, like a little mouse stretched out a finger, wrapped around each other's hair, as if thinking of something, he touched his own brain seeds.

Grow it, hair, listen, grow it.

The little monk wants to return to the common customs and get a wife.

When the little monk has long hair, he can tie his hair and marry you.

At that time, the little monk will take you to many places and give birth to many children.

He thought and fell asleep.

The new acacia trees sprouted outside the window.

Tender, green, swaying in the breeze.

In his sleep, the little monk smashed his mouth, with suspicious liquid hanging around his mouth. He was still complaining, "grandfather, why isn't his hair long? The little monk is going to marry a daughter-in-law..."