ALL NOVEL Chapter 1212 [Fan Wai: Little Monk and Little Mute]
Chapter 1212 [Fan Wai: Little Monk and Little Mute]
Surprisingly, Xiao Fifteen was able to keep up with the thoughts of the two of them. Over time, Li Qinian sent Xiao Fifteen to Season’s house.
“Uncle Shen, do you cook in your family?”
Xiao Fifteen was just over the stovetop. He rolled up his sleeves, moved a small stool, and stepped on the stool to wash vegetables for Shen for a year.
Shen has been fond of fifteen since he was a child, but he cleaned the meat:
“Aji’s cooking is probably not to your appetite.”
It’s not appetizing…
“tastes very bad?”
Fifteen literally translated for Shen Yiyi.
Shen Yiyi just smiled without admitting it.
As soon as the season entered, I heard the conversation between the two.
He looked at Shen Yiian: “Really ugly?”
Then he has been eating for so long?
Shen Yiyian hooked his lips: “It’s not bad.”
Xiao Fifteen nodded without understanding, as if he understood something.
is not unpalatable.
That probably means it’s unpalatable.
Xiao Fifteen stayed at the Season’s house for half a month.
When the season is busy with work, Shen Yilian will take him to check the information.
Getting along for a long time, he found that the small fifteen pairs of weapons. The agility of making this piece was unexpectedly high.
He told Season of the conclusion he had discovered, and the other party was silent for a while without saying much.
Only the second day, there are two more courses on the 15th class schedule——
The principle of martial arts grappling and bullets.
……
It has been five years since Lou Chengxiao left.
On the second day after he left, Li Qinian found that his body had changed.
A long distance away, she can hear other people’s conversations.
Things away from a kilometer, she can gradually see clearly.
Not only that, but the fragments in her mind gradually increased.
She often dreams of smoked temples and dense scriptures.
She even remembered the first time she saw Jiang Wang.
Elder Jiang took Xiao Jiang Wang’s hand and handed him over to the abbot himself.
This little boy is so beautiful.
This was the first thought that flashed through her mind at the time.
Xiao Jiang Wang wears a neatly ironed suit with red lips and white teeth, noble and elegant like the little prince in a fairy tale.
His eyelashes are actually longer than hers, but I don’t know if they have more eyelashes than hers.
You must count the chances.
She meditated in her heart.
……
The new beautiful little brother seems to be dumb.
This is the conclusion that Li Qinian came to after three days of observation.
The little mute seems to be unhappy every day.
This is her second conclusion.
Master said, we should help others and make good relationships.
Li Qinian held the greasy chicken legs in his hands, and decisively went up to say hello.
“Little donor, Amitabha.”
Saying hello like this will make her a professional monk.
Jiang looked empty, staring at the orange sunset in the distance, and did not look back.
Li Qinian blinked and didn’t care about the indifference of the new partner. He wiped and sat down on the big rock beside him, even though it was covered with dust.
Cleanliness Xiao Jiang Wang’s eyelids suddenly moved for a moment.
The little monk’s hair was shaved, her head was bright, she looked like a tiger head, and her bright black eyes made her look a little more spiritual.
Li Qinian smiled heartlessly and stretched out his hand:
“Little donor, I invite you to eat chicken thighs.”
Xiao Jiang stared at her greasy mouth, and looked down at the chicken drumstick she was handing over.
Um.
has been gnawed.
He didn’t reach out his hand.
“I knew you didn’t like chicken drumsticks.”
Li Qinian smiled more happily, grabbing the drumstick and chewing on himself.
I’m really not sincere.
Jiang Wang had a thought in his mind.
Li Qinian did not leave after eating the chicken legs, silently accompany him to watch the sunset.
……
See you next time.
is that she was punished by the abbot to copy the scriptures.
Jiang Wang is the supervisor.
In the Zen room, Li Qinian was holding a brush, pretending to write, and from time to time she glanced at Jiang Wang. When she found that Jiang Wang was only in a daze and didn’t care about her, she completely let her go.
Went around this corner for a while, and then touched that corner again, like a flower butterfly that can’t be idle, it can’t stop at all times.
How can “he” always look like a dirty bag.
Jiang Wang thought silently in his heart.
The little robe worn by Li Qinian was slightly white because it had been washed too many times, and the skirt was stained with morning dew and mud, and it was muddy.
Even more outrageous is that there is a hole in the bottom of the robes.
was cut by a branch when climbing a tree to steal a peach this morning.
This is why she was punished for copying scriptures.
After a long time of energy, Li Qinian finally fell asleep on the desk. She squinted and rubbed her eyes. She ran her arm over the ink-stained brush, and there were a few more ink marks on her robes.
Then, she turned over.
Small flushed face pressed against the ink-stained sleeves.
Now, the dirty bag is really a dirty bag.
Not surprisingly, Li Qinian was punished again.
Only this time, it was fine to clean the library.
Jiang Wang became a supervisor again.
Because the abbot said that he and “him” are predestined.
He doesn’t know if it is due to it.
It’s true to have grudges.
Because this dirty bag has soiled his suit again.
It’s not enough for “he” to soil himself every time, he always soiled his clothes unintentionally, then blinked and looked at him apologetically.
“Amitabha, sin and sin.”
How could there be such a rogue little monk.
he thinks.
……
Li Qinian gets into trouble every day. As a supervisor, it is hard not to want to see “him”.
This little monk who loves to make troubles seems to be very strong.
Especially every time I stole a peach and was chased by the host.
pulled him to run fast.
Although he didn’t understand, he obviously didn’t steal the peaches, why did he follow “him” to escape.
……
The first time he spoke to the little monk was on the day when the Jiang family’s parents worshipped the festival.
The burnt black ashes of the paper money spread his teeth and claws in the flame. He threw the paper money into the brazier machine. The fire was clearly burning, but he felt a little cold inexplicably.
Li Qinian learned his movements, throwing paper money into the brazier. The little monk was not very old, and no relatives died around him. He still remained on the vague concept of Tomb Sweeping Day.
“He” was leaning against him, and they were cuddling to keep warm in the freezing cold wind.
The little monk slapped him on the back awkwardly with his small hands, with a serious tone:
“…Little dumb, don’t be sad, I will be obedient and won’t cause trouble.”
“He” sat with him all night. When the sky was clear in the distance, the little monk finally couldn’t resist his sleepiness and fell asleep leaning on his shoulder.
the next day.
Li Qi-nian caught a gorgeous cold after a cold wind all night.
Illness came like a mountain. She lay on the bed for a week. She was weak in speaking. After the seven days of suffering, Li Qinian regained her vitality.
It’s just that since then, she really never got into trouble again.
The troublemaker suddenly disappeared, and the seniors in the whole temple praised the strange strangely. The abbot glanced at Xiao Jiangzuo, and only silently said–
“Amitabha.”
(End of this chapter)