Monk, this child is yours

Speaking of male farming and male farming, isn't this the case now?

Ye Qingshuang carried the wooden bucket, and Han Feixue used simple farm tools to plow the ground and plant seeds.

This reminded Ye Qingshuang of the time when He Wujian was in the vegetable garden in the backyard of Hanran Temple. For some reason, he felt that it was a long time ago.

Han Feixue was afraid that Ye Qingshuang would be tired, so the two of them would sit down and rest after a while.

When it was time to eat, the peppers, coriander and other seasonings that had been planted earlier were also ripe. After Ye Qingshuang picked some vegetables and washed them, they strung them with twigs. Vegetables are roasted on the fire.

Han Feixue looked at this way of cooking vegetables in novelty, and said, "Eat this today? Is it delicious?"

Ye Qingshuang nodded earnestly, "It's delicious, just spread chili juice and other condiments on it after roasting."

I didn't break the condiments in advance, and I didn't have any knives, so I could only make do with it.

Han Feixue looked expectantly at the grilled eggplant in Ye Qingshuang's hand.

When the eggplant was roasted until it was very soft, Ye Qingshuang spread the seasoning on it and smelled it on his nose. He just smelled it, and felt that it was better than the food of this era. He licked his mouth and handed the grilled eggplant to Han Feixue, "Feixue Snow, eat first."

Han Feixue took the roasted eggplant from Ye Qingshuang's hand, first carefully observed it, and then put it to Ye Qingshuang's mouth to feed Ye Qingshuang, "Qingshuang should eat first."

Ye Qingshuang took a bite unceremoniously, smiled sweetly and continued to roast other vegetables.

After Han Feixue fed Ye Qingshuang a bite, he took a bite. The taste was something he had never tasted before. After just one bite, he fell in love with the spicy taste of this food. The food he ate before was relatively light, but now he eats it This hot and spicy taste immediately captivated the taste buds.

Ye Qingshuang started to eat after the roast was almost done. The roasted vegetables were all roasted vegetables. Ye Qingshuang said with some regret: "Feixue likes to eat meat, but now he has no meat."

Han Feixue said indifferently: "Perhaps due to the influence of the black heart of Jianxin Buddhism, I don't like meat now."

"..." When Han Feixue said this, Ye Qingshuang knew what Han Feixue was used to now, "Then I will cook more vegetarian food for Feixue in the future."

"Okay." Han Feixue ate a bunch after eating, her movements were graceful, her appearance was delicious, and her appearance was handsome, which is called a beautiful meal. Seeing Ye Qingshuang's appetite increased, she ate more than before.

They lived a two-person world in the space. Huo Ling, who was outside the space, found that Ye Qingshuang had disappeared after inquiring about the whereabouts of the golden Jianxin. He hurriedly searched in this canyon.

Huo Ling searched for Ye Qingshuang for a few days, but he couldn't find Ye Qingshuang. His expression became more solemn than before. Later, he realized that maybe Ye Qingshuang's disappearance had something to do with the sudden disappearance and reappearance of Ye Qingshuang he saw on Ye Qingshuang's roof.

Although he thought of this reason, he was more worried about Ye Qingshuang's safety, so he kept looking for it in the canyon.

Earlier, he told Ye Qingshuang that he never went to look for Han Feixue, because he went to look for Han Feixue as soon as he entered the canyon. Because Han Feixue was seriously injured and lost all his martial arts, it was difficult to survive in this dangerous canyon.

Ye Qingshuang in the space was so happy that she was about to explode. Every day, Han Feixue would ask him about his health and tell him some interesting things.

Ye Qingshuang always listened with gusto, and the two of them would sometimes play Go with simple rounded wooden pieces, or read information on the tablet together.

One day, just after dinner, Ye Qingshuang took out the flute from her sleeve and sat down next to Han Feixue, holding Han Feixue's arm, and said: "Before, I said that I wanted to teach Wujian Dongxiao, but Feixue didn't like it. ?”

Han Feixue looked sideways and said, "It's not that I don't like it, but that I don't want to have too close a relationship with Qingshuang as a monk."

Ye Qingshuang finds it hard to understand, since Wu Jian is Han Feixue who has not recovered his memory, why is he so different from Han Feixue?

"Then do you want to learn it now?" Ye Qingshuang said: "I really wanted to play a piece of music with you. You play the guqin, and I play the hole flute. But now there is no guqin, and I can't teach you the score. You can play it with this hole flute." , how about I play the guqin then?"

Ye Qingshuang looked at Han Feixue expectantly, Han Feixue smiled softly and said, "Okay. Then Qingshuang will teach me to play the flute."

Ye Qingshuang explained it to Han Feixue very carefully, and Han Feixue also studied it seriously.

Ye Qingshuang held Han Feixue's hand and pressed the hole on the flute, her thin lips were slightly parted, and she began to play softly, the simple and cheerful song echoed in her ears.

Han Feixue is worthy of being the No. [-] son in the capital, as long as Ye Qingshuang teaches him once, Han Feixue will play well.

Ye Qingshuang taught Han Feixue some simple tunes, and only after Han Feixue became very proficient at playing them did he play the tune of "Swordsman".

When Ye Qingshuang played this piece, the joy in Han Feixue's eyes became more obvious. Han Feixue had never heard such an ethereal sound.

Qingshuang said just now that the melody can only be perfect if the ensemble of qin and flute is played, but now it sounds like the melody of the flute is so beautiful that he couldn't help but be addicted to it.

Han Feixue looked at Ye Qingshuang who was circling around him while playing the flute, her eyes were full of doting, Ye Qingshuang also had a gentle smile, the two looked at each other affectionately, until the sound of the flute stopped abruptly, they still looked at each other .

Ye Qingshuang's heart was beating so violently that he couldn't breathe. He and Han Feixue looked at each other for a long time before he handed the green flute to Han Feixue, "Feixue, play it, it's the song you played just now."

Han Feixue took the flute and began to play it with downcast eyes. The melodious voice came out from the thin red lips of Han Feixue, who was standing gracefully, like a fairy in a painting. If she had long black hair, she would be even more fluttering like a fairy.

After playing the song, Ye Qingshuang didn't come back to her senses, and wanted to continue listening, so she said, "Can Feixue play it again?"

Han Feixue liked this piece, it didn't matter how many times she played it, so she played it again.

Ye Qingshuang was still not satisfied, let Han Feixue continue blowing, Han Feixue would not feel upset.

The two of them listened to the flute with their chins in their hands, and played the flute alone. The blue sky, the floating clouds, and the gorgeous clothes all seemed so peaceful and beautiful.

The two had a sweet and wonderful time together, and Ye Qingshuang didn't remember the days, just felt that the time passed quickly.

It wasn't until one day when he woke up that there was no one lying beside him, he searched in the space in a panic. He searched all over the fruit forest, but there was no sign of Han Feixue in the vegetable garden, so he had to go to the hut to look for it.

When he saw Wujian sitting up on the wooden bed and looking at him, he suddenly realized that Han Feixue had disappeared.

He felt sad for a moment, and then smiled and looked at the person who looked at him with the same smile.

"Benefactor, why is this poor monk here?" Wu Jian asked.

"Hmm..." Ye Qingshuang couldn't explain, so she just said, "Let's take Master Wujian out now."

Ye Qingshuang walked to Wujian's side, lightly held Wujian's wrist and walked out of the space together. Outside the space was still a dark and damp cave.

Wu Jian saw the familiar cave and the almost clean blood on the ground that had been washed away by the trickle. He remembered the injury and thanked Ye Qingshuang, "Thank you for your help, the poor monk is very grateful."

Ye Qingshuang waved his hands and said, "It's okay."

Because of Wu Jian's indifferent way of getting along, Ye Qingshuang was a little uncomfortable, but he had to adapt if he didn't adapt, after all, Wu Jian was Han Feixue who had not fully recovered his memory.

"Master, let's go out quickly, it's dark and humid here." Ye Qingshuang suggested.

Wu Jian shook his head, "There is a golden heart in the depths of this cave, go find it and then go out."

Golden heart?He didn't expect that there was a golden heart in this cave?He didn't expect that the golden heart would really be in this canyon.

Could it be that Wu Jian was able to find the golden Jianxin because of the black Jianxin in his body?

For a moment Ye Qingshuang felt that he was thinking too much, so she said: "Let's look inside together."

"Okay." Wu Jian nodded and walked into the depths of the cave first.