Everyone Loves White Lotus

"The beauty of the world is exhausted in April, and the peach blossoms in the mountain temple begin to bloom." In the private school, the teacher said one sentence, and the students at the table also read the same sentence, dragging the childish ending.

The teacher shook his head again, and the students in the seat read, "There is no place to find the spring of eternal regret, and I don't know where to turn into it."

Suddenly, it stopped at the edge of a position, and the rolled book hit the head of an absent-minded student. The student stumbled back and looked back amidst the roar of laughter.

The teacher looked at the direction the student was looking at just now, and saw two people. Obviously, the student's attention was on the young carpenter who was following an elderly carpenter.

The two carpenters hurried away, and by the time the old gentleman saw them, only half of them were left.Looking from a distance, it looks like a faint feihong.

Jiang Chen five years ago was also in that class.

Amidst the sound of reading, many students turned their heads to look at the new little carpenter, and saw that the little carpenter had a restrained expression, always lowered his eyebrows and looked pleasing to the eye, and he was so beautiful that he didn't know it.

As soon as the teacher finished cursing, "Which girl is thinking so hard?" When it was time to leave the class, the class was "coaxed", and the students picked up their backpacks and ran out of the school one after another.

The old man sighed helplessly, "The color makes the mind faint, the color makes the mind faint!"

Jiang Chen lazily tidied up his books, and a classmate patted him on the shoulder, rarely curious, "Why, don't you chase them out to see that little carpenter?"

Jiang Chen was disdainful, lowered his eyes, and neatly packed his textbooks up and down, "You guys read it carefully, I will go to Lianxiang Tower to bring home my mother's favorite roast duck,"

The classmate didn't believe him, "No way, Brother Jiang," just about to say, "I clearly saw that you were peeking at that little carpenter in class", but when I looked back, the classmates had already chased him out. There were only the two of them left, so without saying much, they grabbed their backpacks and ran out after talking about each other.

Seeing that only Jiang Chen was tidying up slowly, the husband couldn't help but withdraw his face, "Fortunately, everyone is drunk, but you..."

Jiang Chen swung his backpack back, threw it in an arc in the air, flipped over and jumped off the stage, "See you tomorrow, sir."

"You, you..." Mr.'s words disappeared behind him.

Jiang Chen walked out of the street, in his hand was the white paper he had crumpled up and hid in his sleeve just now, he unfolded it at this moment, although it was crumpled, he saw a vivid portrait of a person on it.

Apparently he had a bit of skill in painting, but he drew it in a hurry during class time, but he could still vaguely see the scenery of lakes and mountains in the man's eyes and eyebrows.

The attitude is thick and the meaning is far away, the thin clothes are narrow and the wind is soft, and the clouds on the temples bully the emerald rolls. (from Xin Qiji)

Just looking at the strength of character on that person, one can only know that he is too weak to be strong.

Jiang Chen looked at his works, unfolded them one by one, smoothed out every wrinkle, admired them all the way, and finally rolled them up reluctantly, and put them in his rolled up sleeves.

In the evening, the clouds drooped down, leaving only a silver crescent moon far away on the branch.

Jiangfu.

In today's small banquet, there were a variety of delicacies on the table. The most delightful thing was the roast duck that Young Master Jiang bought from Lianxiang Tower. The skin was crispy and the meat was tender.

There were not only Jiang Chen's family at the banquet, but also the old carpenter and the young carpenter. The old carpenter's wrinkles were evident on his face.The little carpenter's skin was soft and tender, and he frowned, eating carefully and accepting gifts.

If it wasn't for the carpenter who came to the family last month to make furniture for his grandmother's [-]th birthday, Jiang Chen would not have seen Ye Jing.

The private school didn't know that the little carpenter was working in Jiang Chen's house, no wonder Jiang Chen was the only one who didn't chase him out after the church.

At the banquet, the grandmother asked the carpenter surnamed Ye, "How old is your child this year?"

Only then did the old carpenter answer the young carpenter's age. It turned out that the little carpenter was the grandson of the old carpenter, who was abandoned by his parents since he was a child. Only his grandfather couldn't see him, so he gritted his teeth and brought him up.

Walking outside the Great Wall in the south of the Yangtze River, I barely make ends meet with my craft.

Grandmother felt sorry for him, and called Jiang Chen, "Look at him, he's about the same age as you, so sensible." Ye Jing was said to be sensible, but Ye Jing didn't show any sensible at the banquet.Jiang Chen couldn't help thinking.

Jiang Chen murmured yes, but secretly picked up a piece of roast duck, and dropped it into the bowl of the very gentle and restrained little carpenter beside him.

I saw that there was no meat or meat in his bowl. I don't know if it was because he was reluctant to use his chopsticks, or because of family rules.

The man saw the bright red roast duck meat falling into his bowl from the silver chopstick tip of the river dip, and he raised his eyes either in surprise or out of fear.

It immediately hit Jiang Chen's heart five years ago.

Gaunt and thick, that face, even the eyebrows, are light and slightly brown, and the hair also looks like it has fallen into snow particles.There was no blood, and only Qingyan was left.

He opened his mouth a little, but he didn't say a word from the beginning to the end.

Jiang Chen felt at the time that his pupils were extremely pale, but they were not lifeless softness, but the kind of distant and inadvertent raising his eyes, which made him unable to get rid of the reflected spring water for the rest of his life.

"The flowers and trees in the South Garden are warm in spring. The red incense path is full of elm money. I want to go on the swing but I'm too lazy. I'm afraid it will be too late to go back to sleep." (Xin Qiji)

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It was a rare vacation in the private school, because the old man was going to celebrate his old mother-in-law's birthday, and he went back to the countryside, so the private school had a day off.

During the rare holiday, everyone has a place that they want to go very much.

For example, temple fairs, for students who go to school during the day, there is no chance to go to a temple fair full of people.

Under the bridge of the temple fair, next to a willow tree, young master Jiang was leaning on his side.

Apparently Jiang Chen was waiting for someone. Brother Zhang, a classmate who asked him to go out to see the little carpenter that day, happened to meet him at a temple fair, and hurriedly waved his hand, "Brother Jiang and beautiful women have an appointment?" rebuttal.

"No, I will go home with my mother after visiting the temple fair." He said as if he was waiting for his old mother.

Brother Zhang, who has heard this kind of rhetoric no less than ten times, is no stranger to it, and said with a smile, "Okay, Brother Jiang, this temple fair only happens once a month, and it will end in two hours, you have to take care of it." .”

It was as if Jiang Chen had dated some lady.But Jiang Chen really made an appointment with someone, but he didn't refute much now, it was rare for Brother Ren Zhang to mention him so "pointedly".

Jiang Chen changed his posture and continued to lean against the tree and wait.

In fact, he didn't know if that person would come or not.

This morning, he also threw a crumpled piece of paper into that person's arms in a hurry.

The man was hit by the paper ball and fell into his arms from his face. He picked up the hem of his clothes and wrapped the paper ball. He thought it was some kind of gold or delicious food hidden in the paper ball. stuff.

The man raised his head and looked around, only to see the instigator walking out of the yard with his hands behind his back and his back facing him.

Only his old carpenter grandfather and him were left alone, and there were still many carpenters in the yard. He turned his head again and looked at the ball of paper between the hem of his clothes, and the man still walked away and disappeared into the yard.

Then slowly unfold the ball of paper, what will it be?A pastry wrapped, a grasshopper hidden?Because the young master of the Jiang family had given him things like this before.

Ye Jing opened it slowly, and now there was nothing inside, just a piece of crumpled white paper.However, on the crumpled paper, there were a few words written in a brush, "Meet me at Tingwu Temple."

Ye Jing raised his head quickly, but that person had long since disappeared. He wanted to refuse, or agree, but he had no chance.

Ye Jing looked back at the pile of wooden tools waiting to be made someday in the courtyard, and looked at his elderly grandfather, he could only put down the paper balls.

Jiang Chen waited from Sishi to Shenshi, but he still didn't see the figure of that person.

The temple fair has long since dispersed, and the streets are scattered. Just when the temple fair was in full swing, I occasionally saw a dirty bag or a lost handkerchief left by a passer-by.

The street was deserted, and even the other side of the bridge, which was full of voices just now, became silent.

The silence caught people off guard for a moment.

The crows by the bridge were screaming silently, as if after the crowd dispersed, they were the most lively ones.

As twilight was about to close, Jiang Chen changed from leaning against a tree to sitting on the edge of the bridge, then to lying on the sun-curled lawn, and then wandered under the willow tree.In the end, he sat discouraged on the side of the stone paved road.

Half a day later, Jiang Chen stood up from the stone slab, patted the dust off his rear hip, turned around, and almost bumped into someone.

"Why do you..." He came only now.

But the second half of the sentence could not be uttered. When I saw that person, his eyes were closed, and there was no showy expression, only his restrained, closed, and faint thick and colorful appearance.

Jiang Chen suppressed his voice.

The man's voice was faint, and the wind blowing the reeds by the river could make him go away if he was not careful.

"I finished my carpentry work, but my grandfather failed halfway through the inspection and said I was absent-minded, so he let me out."

Jiang Chen was dazed by his appearance, said "Oh" before asking, "Have you eaten yet?"

The man didn't answer, but he was still talking about the second half of what he said just now, sorry to Jiang Chenchuan.

Jiang Chi was knocked down all of a sudden, his whole heart disappeared, and he flew into the sky reflected by the Fuguangyuejin River.

So, Jiang Chen said "Oh", and said, "It's okay," and then he didn't even pat the dust on his clothes, "Have you visited the temple fair at dusk?"

Ye Jing shook his head blankly.

Jiang Chen swallowed his great joy and nodded, "Then shall I show you around?"

Generally, temple fairs are held in the morning and at noon, so who would visit the temple fair after the end of the day?Only the young master of Jiang's mansion could think of such an excuse.

Ye Jing nodded.

Countless white doves passed over Jiangchen's heart lake, and a huge, rippling, brisk shade fell.

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Sorry, due to work changes and adaptations, it should be back to normal updates now.