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The next morning, it was still pouring rain outside.The cloudy weather will inevitably cast a layer of gloom on people's mood.

Fu Xiao got up in the morning as usual to do lessons with the crowd.

When the morning fast was supposed to start, and the people in the hall had quietly dispersed, she knelt on the futon, lingering, chanting the Heart Sutra.

After the recitation was over, he slowly got up.

Business as usual.

Because of the rain, there is no need to clean the outside of the hall, but the inside of the hall needs to be protected from moisture.A gilt statue of a candlestick with a lotus seat, and a clay incense ash burner made of classic scriptures.

The nunnery is not big, but there are not many people. It is tidy and sweeping, and it is noon in a blink of an eye.

"Senior Sister, Senior Sister! Who was the person who was looking for you yesterday?" The little nun finally found a gap, tried her best to restrain herself so as not to jump to Fu Xiao's side, and asked closer.

Fu Xiao was silent for a while, then said: "Old friend."

The little nun broke the casserole and asked: "Who is the old man?"

Fu Xiao said: "He is someone who should not be remembered again."

The little nun asked again: "But the poems say that she misses her old friend, and she is still the same as the senior sister..." At the end, her voice gradually lowered, and finally she bowed her head in regret, not seeing the lively appearance a moment ago.

Fu Xiao smiled a few times, said: "It's nothing, don't worry about it." Then he paused for a moment, wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything.

At this time, another soft voice came in: "Don't bother Junior Sister anymore, haven't you finished copying the motto that Master gave me last time? Master will check it out." After speaking, rubbing that round head, I felt Some new stubble has sprouted, and it should be pruned again soon.After thinking about it, I canceled my plan, let her go through this season first.

Fu Xiao folded his hands together and bowed, calling out: "Senior Sister."

Miss Wen Ning returned the salute and said with a smile: "Junior Sister, then I will take this little troublemaker away."

Fu Xiao responded with a smile, turned around and continued to organize the scriptures.

Suddenly, I felt a faint sweet fragrance mixed with the smell of medicine.One is bitter and the other is sweet, but there is no conflict, let her recognize people.Fu Xiao didn't stop his movements, but became more focused.Until the man let out a muffled cough as if he couldn't hold back, Fu Xiao turned around.

The color on that person's face was really pretty, his eye sockets were slightly red for some reason, and his cheeks were also red, it was easy to see that it was sickly red.Beside her, Biqing also looked a little tired.

Fu Xiao glanced at her lightly, and said peacefully: "If you need to rest, the living room..."

"Sister." Before Fu Xiao finished speaking, Liu Wan interrupted her.

Fu Xiao didn't respond, and calmly waited for her to speak.

She couldn't tell what she was thinking, those eyes were still quiet and deep, neither joy nor sorrow, nor shock nor anger.Liu Wan suddenly remembered the fact that she always wanted to ignore.

Can the lotus heart be blown by the wind?

No, unless it withers and withers.

The wind moves, the heart does not move.

In the past, even if she choked and coughed, Fu Xiao would be considerate and caring, but now she might not be able to exchange a single look, and she would no longer be able to make the slightest ripple in those eyes.The reason why she is still willing to look back at her is because she also belongs to her 'all beings'.

Feeling the soreness around the eye sockets, and remembering that Fu Xiao always looked at her with silent eyes at that time, giving people the illusion that she would cry at any time, she treated her well with both joy and sorrow, she understood it on the night of parting, and now she finally understands it.

Give her another chance, she will firmly choose her, not what she thinks.

Because she regrets it.

But for some people, it is difficult to change regrets.

Regret is not worth a few dollars, the most precious thing should be the firm choice at the beginning.Even if you can't take her away, it's fine to explain everything, or to tell everyone.

But it was too late.

Liu Wan tried her best to hold back her tears, blinking her eyes in an attempt to suppress the soreness, and said: "I'm not going anywhere, and I don't want to rest, I just want to...be by your side."

Fu Xiao was silent, didn't say anything, turned around and said: "The benefactor is willing." He also didn't want to ask Liu Wan how he could get into the Buddhist scriptures pavilion.

For the next hour, the man never made a sound.It's not that there are too many scriptures, and it's not that the classification is cumbersome, but that Fuxiao's classification is too detailed, and each book has to be flipped through before it is put down according to category.

There is a gust of wind from time to time, and it is the only sound.

Except for the sound of rain.

When Fu Xiao was completely unreasonable, the strong wind and shower outside the hall had stopped, only drizzle was falling, and it was getting late.

Liu Wanfang was drowsy, smiled at Fu Xiao, and reluctantly bid farewell, and with Bi Qing's help, walked into the embarrassment after the wind and rain stopped.

Her back was indeed in a state of embarrassment.

But at those times, all of Fu Xiao's energy had been exhausted long ago, and the scars had finally healed, and she had finally recuperated, how could she start again?When she first came here, she had been ill for a long time, much more embarrassing than Liu Wan is today.

Fu Xiao closed her eyes and didn't look at it, and chanted another Buddha's name.

Don't want to think too much, just take a scripture at random, and read it slowly.

"Whoa-"

Throughout the Sutra Pavilion, there was a gentle sound of flipping books from time to time.And this peace was soon broken.

"Miss Fuxiao!"

Hearing the voice, Fu Xiao was startled, she hadn't heard anyone calling her name for a long time, even though Liu Wan appeared to remind her, but Liu Wan never called her, even when they were still together.

Looking up, there were indeed two embarrassed figures.Bi Qing was panting and carrying Liu Wan, both of them were drenched by the rain, one was in a hurry and the other was unconscious.

"What's wrong with her?" Fu Xiao put down the scriptures, walked quickly, picked up Fu Liuwan, and checked the temperature of her forehead.

"I developed a fever in the middle of the night last night, tossed and tossed and slept until noon... I want to come to you for everything." Biqing struggled.

Fu Xiao replied lightly, but did not answer, and after thinking for a while, said: "Although there are no guests in the nunnery, it is the duty of monks to help and save others. It is a special case. No one has visited the hut for a long time, and I am afraid it will be too late to tidy it up now. Take it to the poor nun's room first, what does the benefactor think?"

"Thank you, girl!" Biqing couldn't help saying happily.I was worried about Fuxiao's personal grievances and revenge, but who would have thought that Fuxiao would be so sympathetic, or... more than affection.

It can be seen that Fuxiao looks calm, and he doesn't seem to be obsessed with it.

Is it true that the monks are merciful?

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"Who is the old man?"

She was silent for a long time before replying: "It's someone who should never be remembered again."

Before waiting for this answer, I held my breath for a long time, although I knew she would not hear it.After waiting for this answer, my breathing seemed to be deprived of my breath. It was beyond my control.

Did she feel the same way when she heard the conversation between me and that girl?

I can finally feel it.

But what I said was a lie, and what she said was the truth.From the bottom of my heart, the real thought, and I was trying to escape the real thought in my heart.

We're really very different people, fundamentally.

I couldn't be like her, and I could never really feel what she felt, but I still wanted to be close to her.

poo.

Not only because you can't get what you want, but also because you have embraced it.She was very beautiful in my dream last night, and she was blushing in the audience, listening to my song Yan Nian.

To me at this time, she is the wandering girl on the Han River.

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