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

Shi Yan had long noticed the actions of these two little guys. When he usually taught in the school, every move of the students below was very obvious. If he didn't use the textbook to block it, he wouldn't notice it.

It's so obvious, so obvious.

He touched Chang Yuqiao's shoulder and asked, "Is Yueyue worried about something recently?"

Chang Yuqiao shook his head, then thought about it for a moment, opened his mouth and closed it again, and finally said silently: "There are some little girls' little thoughts in it, but I can't see through it."

"Then let's go take a look together?"

"Walk."

Song Tingran also followed, quietly, originally wanting to see what secrets Shi Yan and Chang Yuqiao had, but it turned out that they came to see Yueyue.

The three of them hid in the corner and looked over there. This was the place where Jin Cheng meditated before.

Song Changyue and Little Master Jin Cheng stood face to face in the courtyard, keeping a large distance between them.

"Little donor, how can I help you?" Jin Cheng didn't raise his eyes and kept his eyebrows slightly lowered.

"Little Master Jincheng, I don't quite understand. When we fought crickets together that night, we were still good friends."

Little Master Jincheng was obviously panicked and took two steps back inadvertently.

"Little donor, you may have admitted the wrong person."

Song Changyue felt anxious and wanted to cry. Something that Song Lingjia told her came to mind. She said that she should stay calm and calm when things happen. As long as she doesn't panic, others will panic. Follow her own thoughts and not be disturbed by others.

She decided to try it.

"Oh, that's right, but I don't think I admitted my mistake. Why don't I go find Master Mingchan and ask now."

Song Tingran, Shi Yan, and Chang Yuqiao stood upright immediately and hid under the wall for fear of being discovered.

Song Tingran: "Yueyue was with little master Jincheng that night?"

Shi Yan: "This doesn't seem like something Yueyue can do, but I think Jincheng is pretty good. If he can return to secular life..." He looked at Changyu Bridge silently.

Chang Yuqiao's clothes were about to be buttoned up, and Shi Yan asked him to calm down. After all, it was the young master Jincheng who suffered the loss.

"My wife, what should I do about this?" Chang Yuqiao really had no choice. All he could think of was to wait and see what happens. After all, he was a monk and had no experience.

Song Tingran: "No way, it's best for us to pretend we don't know anything. If Bu Yueyue finds out about us spying on her, she will be unhappy."

When the three of them peeked over again, little master Jin Cheng was stopping Song Changyue here. He didn't put on any airs and sat directly on the stone bench, with the prayer beads casually placed on the stone table.

Song Changyue took out a handkerchief, put it under the prayer beads, and then sat down as well.

"You finally admitted it."

"I didn't expect that you would dare to go to Master Mingchan when you look so weak. I don't dare to offend you, but please don't tell anyone."

Song Changyue smiled, feeling that this was the real Jin Cheng. He also smiled and took out a clean handkerchief from his arms.

"I'll give it back to you, but I suffered a lot. I hid here and there to dry it. If I were discovered, I would probably copy the scripture a hundred times."

Song Changyue took the handkerchief and handed it over again, saying reluctantly: "I'm leaving now. The family is going to Guan Xiangcheng to play. We will meet again next time. I don't know how long it will be. I'll leave you a thought. "

Jincheng was a little embarrassed, but finally accepted it.

"Are you leaving? Where is Guan Xiangcheng? I have never been to Jinming Temple, and I have nothing to give you."

Jin Cheng felt a sense of loss, feeling that Song Changyue was like a bird in the sky, flying around freely and wherever he wanted.

But he has memories of Jinming Temple, the farthest place at the foot of the mountain. This is the first time he has expectations for the outside world. He wonders if the crickets outside will be more powerful.

"You've already given it to me!" Song Changyue shook the walnut wood bracelet on her wrist, which looked even brighter here.

The two of them were sitting here, talking about life in Jinming Temple, and realized that he was actually a very playful person.

During the day, he is the little master Jin Cheng.

The night is golden.

"Can I write you a letter? My mother often takes us out to play. I can write it down for you, so that even if you are in Jinming Temple, you still know what it looks like outside."

"Okay, then I'll wait for your letter, but it's very big outside. I heard the masters say that it's the end that even a fast horse can't reach. You should also pay attention to safety and remember the way home all the way."

Song Changyue nodded desperately and talked about making buns in the restaurant again. Jin Cheng smiled and said that he knew that he had put some effort into it.

The three people eavesdropping on the other side were all tired. This posture was really tiring for their necks, which had gradually become stiff.

Song Tingran tapped the index finger and middle finger of his left hand a few times on the heart of his right hand to indicate retreat.

I was finally able to stretch out my body.

"Master Wife, are we going to ignore it?" Chang Yuqiao asked.

"It's nice for two kids to talk to each other, and they are really destined to be together."

Shi Yan agreed.

Chang Yuqiao held Shi Yan with one hand and Song Tingran with the other, and said mysteriously: "Then how much gift money should we prepare?"

Song Tingran and Shi Yan paused.

Song Tingran: "Well, Qiao, he is the master of Jinming Temple..."

Chang Yuqiao: "Ang, do you want to give me more?"

Shi Yan: "He has to return to secular life first..."

The three of them chatted and discussed all the way back. During this period, no one noticed that they were not there and they were still playing enthusiastically.

Qiao Jinshu opened his arms, stopped all three of them, and jumped three feet high.

"I found three people! Yeah, yeah, it's your turn to find someone~"

the other side.

Song Changyue and Jin Cheng chatted for a long time until evening, when she had to leave.

"Little Master Jincheng, have you ever thought about returning to secular life?"

"I, I..." lost his voice.

Since Jin Cheng regained his ability to speak, he would only be unable to speak when he was very nervous.

Song Changyue raised her neck and looked at him, feeling a little presumptuous, and continued: "I don't mean anything else, I just feel that you have been guarding the ancient Qingdeng Buddha for many years, and there are many possibilities in the future, and I think you have The hair is let down just like my father’s, it looks great.”

Jin Cheng avoided it. He had been ordained and practiced since he was a child. He picked up the Buddhist beads on the stone table and tried to say something but couldn't.

"Are you angry? Why are you ignoring me?"

Jincheng shook his head vigorously, calmed down for a long time, and said: "It's not convenient for me to see you off tomorrow. My senior brother made me a beautiful kite. I'll fly it tomorrow as a farewell to you."

Song Changyue was relieved, knowing that he was not angry, so she happily agreed, waved to him, and then jumped away from here.

Little master Jincheng ran away.