Monk, this child is yours

He stared at the lying person for a while, felt the child in his arms move, and then cried out with a "wow", so he had no choice but to coax the child in his arms, and seeing the child crying, he had to get up and go Zhaitang asked for some fresh goat's milk, boiled it, and fed the child some. He didn't carry the child back to Ye Qingshuang's room until the child in his arms stopped crying and hiccupped after drinking.

After the child drank goat milk, he kept looking at him with dark eyes, and he really realized how much the child resembled him.

The child moved his limbs from time to time, playing with the Buddhist beads hanging around his neck, and occasionally "giggled" laughing, revealing shallow dimples, which warmed his heart.

Buddhism is compassionate and values ​​life most, especially weak life.

Now seeing the soft child in his arms laugh out loud, he couldn't help but smile softly.

When he carried the child into the room where Ye Qingshuang was lying again, he found that the person lying on the bed had opened his eyes, staring straight at the roof in a daze, not knowing what he was thinking.

He walked over softly, hesitated for a moment before asking, "Is the benefactor awake? Do you need to eat?"

When Ye Qingshuang heard that familiar voice, she felt like she was hallucinating. After a long time, she turned around and looked at the monk standing in front of his bed. It was probably because her heart was cold. She didn't have the previous expectation, but just looked at the monk who was standing in front of his bed coldly. , and then sat up, wanting to get out of bed.

Seeing that Ye Qingshuang was about to get out of bed, Wu Jian hurriedly said: "Benefactor, please lie back on the bed quickly, the benefactor doesn't look well."

Ye Qingshuang looked at the monk in front of him suspiciously. When Wu Jian said such words, he was not as emotionless as before the gate of Wuye Temple, but rather caring, so he asked curiously: "Since the monk doesn't know Me, why do you care about me? I think it's better for me to leave Wuye Temple."

Ye Qingshuang was about to get out of bed as he said that, Wu Jian saw Ye Qingshuang getting out of bed and hurriedly stopped him: "Benefactor, heal your injury before leaving."

Master Wuye had the grace to save his life. The person in front of him resembled Master Wuye so much, so it should be considered predestined relationship. Besides, the Buddhist family is merciful, and there is a reason not to save a sick person.

So, he persuaded Ye Qingshuang again.

Ye Qingshuang couldn't understand Wu Jian's meaning, but he could feel that there should be some reason for Wu Jian's behavior. Although he was sad about Wu Jian's attitude towards him, he wanted to find out why Wu Jian treated him like this.

So, after thinking for a while, he lay back on the bed and said calmly, "Monk, I'm hungry."

After Wu Jian listened, he carefully placed the child in his arms beside Ye Qingshuang, "Then I'll go and serve the benefactor a meal."

Ye Qingshuang didn't respond, and walked out of the room without a move.

After a while, Wu Jian came in with a bowl of light tofu soup and steamed buns.

Ye Qingshuang just glanced at Wu Jian, who lay still and said naturally: "Monk, feed me."

Ye Qingshuang just wanted to tease Wujian or revenge Wujian for being so ruthless to him, so he made such a request, and he was not weak enough to need others to serve him for dinner.

"..." Wu Jian hesitated for a moment, feeling that the benefactor's request was not easy to refuse, so he responded "Yes".

Wu Jian sat in front of Ye Qingshuang's bed, put the tray on the table in front of the bed, picked up the bowl containing vegetable soup, scooped some up with a spoon, and said with concern: "The benefactor sits up so that he won't be choked by the soup. .”

Ye Qingshuang sat up reluctantly, looking at Wu Jian who was still wearing a white gauze.

Wu Jian stretched out the spoon full of vegetable soup to Ye Qingshuang's mouth, Ye Qingshuang opened his mouth, and swallowed it. The vegetable soup was somewhat clear and watery, without any taste.

Wu Jian fed Ye Qingshuang a few more bites, Ye Qingshuang pointed to the steamed buns on the table and said, "Monk, I want to eat steamed buns."

Wu Jian had no choice but to put down the soup bowl, picked up the steamed bun, broke off a piece and stretched it out to Ye Qingshuang's mouth, Ye Qingshuang bit it into his mouth unceremoniously, and began to chew.

In this way, Ye Qingshuang drank soup for a while, ate steamed buns for a while, and finally ate the vegetable soup and steamed buns, and then lay down again.

Wu Jian was responsible for cleaning the temple and carrying water every day, so seeing Ye Qingshuang lying down, he said, "Almsgiver, rest first, the poor monk has to carry water and clean the temple."

"..." Ye Qingshuang looked at Wu Jian for a long time, and asked, "How long can I live here?"

"This..." Wu Jian couldn't be sure, Wuye Temple hadn't had a vulgar guest for many years, he didn't know if the vulgar guest could live there permanently, but the person in front of him was so similar to Master Wuye, he should have asked Master Wutian, Only then can he determine how long the person in front of him has lived here, so he said: "Is it okay for the poor monk to ask Master Wutian before telling the benefactor?"

Ye Qingshuang nodded, waved her hand and said, "Got it."

After Wu Jian left, the calm expression on Ye Qingshuang's face collapsed a bit.

Even if he teased Wujian like this, he was not happy. Wujian didn't know him, and he didn't seem to know that he was Han Feixue.