Heroine: The beginning starts with gambling on the wife with two hundred kilograms of rubbish

Wen Ci: "Yes, I just gave him ten cents."

Qiao Jinshu: "That's enough, brothers. I thought it would be fine if the wife gave it to her, so she took our place. Who knows you all will give it, so I can only give it too."

Sang Cheng: "This can be regarded as a sincere thought. Buddha wouldn't care much about it."

Xiao Yuchen: "I think I still care more or less. The wife gave me a lot, so she just left her name and rang the bell, but we don't have it."

Wen Li: "My wife is naturally different. The master also told us about Amitabha. I feel pretty good, as if I have been enlightened. I am all inspired by my wife."

Chang Yuqiao touched Wen Li's shoulder and said, "I feel the same way."

Song Tingran no longer thought about whether the Chen Xiangyin she knew had been here before, listening to the husbands talking, and the scenery here was good, and she could overlook the scenery below the mountain. The breeze was blowing and the wind came from time to time. I feel very relaxed when I hear the bells of Jinming Temple.

The whole person became calm and in a happy mood.

No wonder there are always people who like to go to the mountain to worship Buddha. It is not unreasonable.

Halfway up the mountain, I casually found a place to sit on the edge of a small flower bed by the roadside.

The eight people stood next to each other and watched the sunset gradually set.

"It's so beautiful, the sunset is so gentle." Song Tingran said with emotion.

"It looks good. Next time, our whole family will come here to watch the sunset, okay?"

Everyone agreed with Wen Li's proposal, and Song Tingran also said that it was okay, and said that he could come more often, and that he would bring An An and Xiao Yu with him when they are older.

After another conversation, it was getting dark, and it was time for dinner. Anyone who lived on the mountain could eat vegetarian food for free.

After a casual inquiry, I found the location of Zhaifan, which was not far from where I lived.

Wild vegetables and tofu with brown rice.

Simple, no oil or water.

Qiao Jinshu whispered: "I can't swallow it... I want to go home and eat braised pork..."

Shi Yan: "It's an important place in Buddhism. Don't lie. These masters eat the same food as us. It tastes pretty good. Eat it quickly."

With that said, Shi Yan gave the tofu in his bowl to Qiao Jinshu and took some wild vegetables back.

Qiao Jinshu chuckled and leaned on Shi Yan's shoulder. He was just about to return the tofu when the little master came over in the afternoon.

"Amitabha, donor, please pay attention to your words and deeds."

"Forehead."

Qiao Jinshu didn't react at all. He had been very careful and didn't pull his wife's arm, nor did he kiss her face, nor did she stick to her. Couldn't he eat at the same table?

Song Tingran stood up and said very politely: "Young master, take note of it."

The little master nodded, took one foot out, and then took it back.

"It's cold at night on the mountain, and there may be wild cats and mountain birds. Don't go out easily at night to avoid catching cold or being frightened."

"Thank you, little master, for your advice."

Song Tingran sat down.

Qiao Jinshu asked doubtfully: "Master Wife, what did the little chef mean when he said you should pay attention to your words and deeds? I didn't do anything. Did I say that this dish is not delicious and was heard?"

"I don't know either. I just agreed casually. Let's eat."

Song Tingran really didn't know the reason. He just felt that there was something strange about what he said.

After dinner, we strolled around again and then went back to rest. We had to burn incense early the next day. It is said that the first incense stick in the morning is the most accurate, so Song Tingran was ready to give it a try.

However, I couldn't sleep at all, everyone's eyes were as wide as bells.

"If you really can't sleep, let's talk."

"Okay!"

Qiao Jinshu immediately sat up from the bed and went to light the candle.

Wen Li hurriedly grabbed his ankle, and he froze in place, as if he was about to go down.

Shi Yan lived opposite Qiao Jinshu. He leaned on his arms and said, "Jinshu, don't light the candle. If you light it, you won't be able to sleep. Let's just lie down and talk, and whoever is sleepy will sleep."

Song Tingran: "Yeah, that's what it means. I guess we haven't been out to play for a long time. We are too excited, so we can't sleep. If we trick our brains with words, we might be able to fall asleep."

Wen Li snickered and deliberately stretched out his hand to scratch Qiao Jinshu's soles, but he couldn't move away even though he tried hard.

Qiao Jinshu: "Okay, but I can provide the service of lighting candles. If you need anything, please feel free to ask."

Wen Li quickly let go of Qiao Jinshu's ankle, pretending that nothing happened and he was very innocent.

Qiao Jinshu didn't fight back, but quickly got back into bed, then relaxed Wen Li's vigilance and lifted his quilt while he wasn't paying attention.

"Ah, what are you doing? It's so cold without a quilt. Give me the quilt."

"Cover me."

Qiao Jinshu rushed over, covering Wen Li tightly, and scratched the itchy flesh on his waist with his hands.

Wen Li chuckled. He was pressed down, and he was really making a fuss over Qiao Jinshu. He clamored for his brother's help, but Wen Ci closed his eyes and "fell asleep" for a second, pretending not to hear.

Song Tingran turned over, lying on his side, and touched Shi Yan's face.

"What should I do? I can't sleep now."

"Me too. I wasn't sleepy at first, but now I feel energetic. I want to read a book."

"Then I'll get up and go for a walk outside to see the night scenery." Xiao Yuchen said to himself, lying on his back, covering himself with the quilt obediently, putting his hands on his chest and clasping his fingers.

On the other side, Qiao Jinshu and Wen Li were still fighting.

"Jinshu, stop making trouble, it's so itchy. When you get home, I'll give you braised pork. Stop making trouble, hahahaha."

"Braised pork alone is not enough, we also need braised pork ribs, sweet and sour fish, and..."

Qiao Jinshu thought about it and gradually loosened his grip. Wen Li saw the right moment and knocked him down, and the situation was immediately reversed.

Wen Ci shifted to the side and got closer to Sang Cheng, giving them enough space.

"Brother Wen Li, you are cheating, look at me..."

"woo woo woo woo--"

The room fell silent for a moment, and everyone held their breath and concentrated. Everyone heard the whining sound just now. Wen Li and Qiao Jinshu remained in this position and did not dare to move.

Song Tingran kept calm, remembered what the young master said, and comforted: "It's okay, we live high up, maybe it's the wind."

"Woooooo-"

Song Tingran covered her head with the quilt and heard again. Sang Cheng was so frightened that he screamed. The room was dark and he fell into panic.

"Jinshu, Jinshu, you'd better go and light the candles."

"My wife, I'm afraid to go now. What's that sound? It sounds like someone is crying."

Finally, Xiao Yuchen got down to the ground and lit the candle. The room became brighter and his spirit relaxed a lot.

There were noisy sounds in the yard, and a huge figure was reflected on the door.