The woman I love is cruel

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Fang Fei said: "A cage of birds costs five thousand. I'm afraid that what you buy is not peace of mind, but killing. These birds seem to be alive and kicking, and they are crowded together in that cage. I don't know how long it will take. Maybe they will die when they are released." , don’t these causes and effects be counted on us.”

A breeze blew across Miss Wen's hair, and the strand of hair hanging on her shoulders shone golden in the sun, making it a little mysterious for no reason.

She said: "They are also a dead end there. We bought them back and released them. One road becomes two. They must thank us."

Fang Fei said, "It's a relief when they die in a cage. We let them go. It's just a bigger cage when we go back. What's more, this bird was originally an aborigine in this mountain forest. It was searched once a day, and it was already sitting and waiting to die." state."

Miss Wen said: "Your ideas are too extreme."

Fang Fei said: "I never thought that the famous Miss Wen would have Fogen," she said with a slanted mouth.

But immediately, they looked at each other and smiled.

Fang Fei, who turned her head away, squeezed her mouth tightly, but her eyes were shining like light, and red oozing from the tips of her ears, she just hoped that no one would notice.

After resting for a while, they continued to climb the stairs.

Occasionally stopping in her tracks was probably due to Ms. Wen, she supported her waist and shook her head with a wry smile, "I'm really old."

Fang Fei walked up a few steps silently, stretched her hand back, "Grab me."

She didn't look back to see Miss Wen's expression now, but she seemed to feel the heat of Miss Wen's eyes resting on the back of her head. This strange feeling made her throbbing uncontrollably, with a sense of urgency that the inexplicable danger was approaching .

"It's fine if you don't need it."

She pursed her lips, but the protagonist's panic and loss could be heard in her pretendingly indifferent voice.

Before she withdrew her hand, the feel of the skin changed.

Miss Wen's hands were cold, even though she had walked a lot and sweated a lot, Fang Fei thought of someone explaining on Baidu that such women are generally not in good health, and they should pay attention to keeping warm and nourishing food .

But the part where the palms of the two hands touched began to emit warmth because of Fang Fei's beating heart.

This is so good.

Fang Fei showed a warm and peaceful smile, neither pretending to be calm nor forcing a smile, just the sunshine on the face of the most ordinary girl holding hands with the person she likes.

Stepping into the temple, the sound of Buddha surrounds you.

Surrounded by the sound of scriptures, Fang Fei thought of the legendary singer Han E. When she came to Qi State, she was short of food and sold and sang to raise money.

Probably this kind of solemn harmony echoed in my mind.

Miss Wen came closer, through the hollowed-out window, she could see Aunt Tian among the crowd prostrated on the ground. She closed her eyes and worshiped reverently, rising and falling, rising and falling again.

In front of the Shakyamuni Buddha statue is enshrined the ginger flower in the bag just now. It spreads its branches and leaves in the vase, without the slightest decay after detaching from the plant branch. It seems to be still standing on the branch, feeding on the morning dew. , living on sunlight.

Ms. Wen didn't continue to look at it. She was not a believer in worshiping the Buddha. She came here to see the Buddha statue with mixed intentions, and she seemed to be faintly repelling herself.

She walked up to Fang Fei, and the brave girl just now looked at her with shining eyes. It was a chapter about love that Miss Wen was very familiar with.

Fang Fei said, "On the right, I checked. I walked through the small gate. On the right is the hall of Guanyin Bodhisattva. In the courtyard is a ginkgo tree that is said to be 300 years old..."

She stopped, and her tone was tempting to please, but it was only a little bit, and it was more of a stubbornness to show that she would not be influenced by Miss Wen.

Miss Wen was sensitive to this slight change, which was what she wanted and what she didn't want to see, and then she laughed at herself indifferently: she was acting at the same time, who was showing the extra pity.

So she said, "Come on, go and see."

This side is quieter than the main hall.

And the 300-year-old ginkgo tree still stands quietly in the center of the flower bed, covering almost the entire courtyard with shade, and the branches and leaves are so dense that there is no gap for light leakage.

Miss Wen walked around in the courtyard at will. Fang Fei supported her body with her hands. She sat on the edge of the flower bed and looked up at the tree covers as big as fans. There were no birds, no scripture reading, and there were only two Individuals - myself and Miss Wen.

Fang Fei laughed again.

She laughed many times today, then she lowered her head, jumped off the flower bed, and her eyes began to diverge to search for Miss Wen.

Fang Fei's smile froze on her face, and her stiff smile was covered with plaster. This ugly mask didn't stay on her face for long, she withdrew her smile, and the shadow that covered the sky suddenly became her enemy——

Miss Wen, are you missing?

Fang Fei turned around the courtyard and the Guanyin Hall, and the silence was no longer the two of them alone, but it was a terrifying horror.

She didn't dare to shout loudly, so she could only go back and forth in vain, racking her brains thinking: where will Miss Wen go?

Fang Fei walked a few steps in the direction of the main hall, and then returned to the original place, perhaps continuing to the right, where she found a round hollow door just now.

She climbed the raised edge of the door and said to herself: Sorry for disturbing everyone.

There is a pond in this courtyard, and there are not many purple water lilies in full bloom. Among the large leaves that are scorched dark green by the sun, these pretty lotus flowers really become queens.

After a few glances, she didn't see Miss Wen's figure. She wanted to back up, but she did so in such a hurry that she didn't pay attention to what was behind her.

"Oops," whispered the person who was bumped upright.

"Hug..." Fang Fei turned around, saw that it was a young monk, remembered the etiquette he had checked before leaving, put his hands together, bowed his head and said, "Amitabha, I'm sorry, little master."

The little master in brown clothes stretched his hands back to caress his sore buttocks and back, he didn't cry or get angry, and his round face was more cute when he smiled.

He folded his palms together with Fang Fei, looked straight at Fang Fei and said, "Amitabha, it's okay, I don't actually feel that much pain."

Fang Fei said: "Also, I'm sorry, I entered this yard privately. I came here to find someone. When the little master came here, did you see someone who was dressed in the same clothes as me..."

"That." Hearing that Fang Fei said that he was looking for someone, the little monk put on a trick instead, "Actually, I lied just now, and it still hurts. You have to compensate me, so I will tell you where she is."

Fang Fei thought: This little monk looks innocent, how can he be so philistine in reality.

She didn't show it on the surface, she just said, "How to compensate?"

"Talk to me, I'm bored staying here."

The little master was still naive, sitting down on the edge of the shaded corridor, swinging his legs, and reaching out to pat his side, "Come here."

Fang Fei felt a little guilty, and used a narrow mentality to speculate on the little monk's thoughts just now.

She sat next to the little monk and apologized, "I apologize again solemnly."

"Why are you apologizing?"

"Actually, when you spoke just now, I thought you wanted monetary compensation...I'm really sorry."

The little monk's eyes were as clear as ginkgo leaves pierced by sunlight, "It's nothing, because I was lying just now, one thing is one thing, and we cancel each other out."

"Um."

The little monk said again: "Actually, I think you seem to have a lot of worries. If it doesn't matter, can you tell me?"

Is it really that obvious?

Fang Fei touched her face, her mood darkened again, "Little master, I've been a little wandering lately."

"Um?"

"When a person stands at a crossroads, and she's not sure which is the right path and which is full of pitfalls, what should she do?"