Monk, this child is yours

When Ye Qingshuang woke up, she happened to see Wujian who was holding Feifei. Seeing him wake up, Wujian handed Feifei to him, "Is the benefactor awake?"

Ye Qingshuang rubbed his headache-ridden head, thinking about what happened last night, and frowned. After acting with that person for the second time, he realized that Wujian during the day and Wujian at night were the same person, but they seemed to be different. The identity is like a split personality.Day and night do not interfere with each other, the day is a gentle monk, the night is a cold hunter, and the hunting partner seems to be him.

When Wu Jian handed Fei Fei over, he saw obvious scratches on Wu Jian's open arms, which were left when he couldn't help himself last night, he raised his somewhat weak arms and hugged Fei Fei over, " I'm thirsty."

After hearing this, Wu Jian said, "The poor monk went to pour water for the benefactor."

Wu Jian got up and went to the table to pour a glass of water and handed it to Ye Qingshuang, "Benefactor, please drink water."

Ye Qingshuang took a sip of the water, and her thirsty throat was instantly moistened.

At the end of last night, he seemed to have lost his composure and complained about many things to Wu Jian, and couldn't help sobbing for a long time, but Wu Jian didn't say anything, just calling his name from time to time to comfort him and appease him.

He only felt that the voice calling him was as soft as a feather, very unreal, until he fell into a dream, he still wanted to continue to listen.

Compared with the no-cum-shot on the rainy night, the no-cum-shot last night made him more familiar.

So, he was wondering if Wujian in Yezhong was more like Han Feixue?

Therefore, he wants to stay here, and while yearning for the warmth of that person at night, he is even more determined to find out what's going on.

It's just that that person didn't speak at all at night, and just kept getting close to him, which made him very helpless.

"Why is the benefactor weaker today than yesterday?" Wu Jian asked Ye Qingshuang when he saw that Ye Qingshuang was very depressed.

"..." Ye Qingshuang stared at Wu Jian, and actually asked him why he was so weak?It's not because Wu Jian would be who else, it's just that the person in front of him doesn't know anything, and he doesn't like to lose his temper, so he just urged: "How did you ask me yesterday? How long can I stay here?"

Wu Jian saw that Ye Qingshuang avoided answering questions about his body, and only said: "Yesterday, the poor monk asked Master Wutian, and Master Wutian said that the benefactor can live here at any time, and asked the poor monk to take care of the benefactor."

"Oh..." Ye Qingshuang was overjoyed when she heard that, she could let him live here anytime, it would be more convenient for him to figure out the matter of inextricability.

Ye Qingshuang looked at Wu Jian for a while and said, "Monk, what are you going to do today? I'm bored."

Although his whole body is sore and weak, it's not that he can't go out. Besides, it's better to take more children out. He doesn't want to be bored in the house, and it's annoying to stay in the house for the past few days.

"The poor monk will clean the Wuye Temple in a while, and then fetch water. After taking a nap at noon, he will go to the Sutra Pavilion to study scriptures in the afternoon, and then clean the temple and fetch water."

"Eh..." This life is really boring, "That's fine. After I get up in a while, I'll go out with you. Anyway, staying in the house is boring."

"Yeah." Wu Jian nodded, and asked again: "If the benefactor has nothing to do, he can go to the classroom and listen to the morning class."

"Morning class?" He couldn't understand. Although listening to the morning class can give you a lot of insights, the most important thing now is to see what the monk in front of you is doing during the day.

Wujian didn't look like a monk at all before, but now he is a little curious about what the monk in front of him is doing during the day.

He was not curious about what the monk was doing during the day, but what the monk with Han Feixue's appearance was doing during the day.

"Morning class, I won't go, I think you are very interesting monk, can't I follow you?" Ye Qingshuang looked at Wujian eagerly, he said that because he thought Wujian would not refuse him.

Sure enough, Wu Jian didn't reject him, but said worriedly: "The benefactor can go as he pleases, but the benefactor's body doesn't matter?"

He was tired, but he wasn't really sick. Besides, he had a surge of qi and blood yesterday, and now he was almost relieved. "I'm fine. There's nothing wrong with my body. I'm just tired."

The Dao of No Compromise: "Since the benefactor said so, let's go with the poor monk."

Wu Jian helped Ye Qingshuang get up, Ye Qingshuang hugged Fei Fei, the two left the room, although Ye Qingshuang's body was a little weak, walking was not a problem.

The two walked straight along the Qingshi Road, crossed several small paths next to the Buddhist halls, and stopped until they reached a wide courtyard. There were no monks here, so they stopped. "The benefactor can sit on the nearby stone steps .”

"Okay." Ye Qingshuang sat on the stone steps holding Fei Fei who had woken up at this time, watching Wu Jian took out the broom from the next hut and began to clean the fallen leaves on the ground. Wu Jian moved very slowly and was not in a hurry , Waving the broom in his hand is very frequent.

Ye Qingshuang looked at it for a while and found it boring, began to tease the fat in her arms, talked about some modern things, and sighed when talking about airplanes and other things, if the world is like the modern world, wouldn't it be as serious as it is now? When looking at a person?

Wu Jian swept the floor very slowly, he almost dozed off while sitting, and Wu Jian only finished sweeping the floor.

"Almsgiver, the poor monk has finished cleaning the other yards before dawn, and now I have to fetch water from the well in the monastery."

"Oh." Ye Qingshuang stood up, stretched her legs, patted the dust on her robe, and followed Wu Jian along the path to a gazebo, under which was a well.

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