Peerless Junior Uncle

But he stood up and said, "Let's go for a walk?"

"it is good."

What should come will always come. Fu Qingcheng looked at the back half a step away from him, his eyes darkened, and he avoided those disturbing topics. The two walked on the street, talking happily.

Fu Qingcheng took a few steps and walked beside He Tingge. Under the moonlight, the two figures were straight and slender. He looked up at the crescent moon in the sky. Fu Qingcheng counted with his fingers and said, "It's the seventh day of the lunar new year so soon."

"En?" He Tingge looked back at Fu Qingcheng: "What's the matter? What's the matter?"

"Yes." Fu Qingcheng nodded, then smiled slightly, and said, "Come with me."

At this time, Ci'an Temple has closed its doors, and the two lanterns in front of the door are shaking slightly in the wind, and neither of them seems to have any intention of knocking on the door. Fu Qingcheng's feet are slightly lowered, and he is already standing on the courtyard wall, facing the courtyard below. He Tingge waved.

He Tingge shook his head slightly, jumped up lightly, followed Fu Qingcheng several times, avoided a few young monks watching the night, and finally stopped on the courtyard wall to the west of the temple, where the high lanterns hung in the courtyard illuminated the courtyard The uneven red ribbons on the thick tree in the middle, as well as the small wooden signs that swayed with the wind and collided with each other and made a crisp knocking sound.

"Tomorrow is Qiqiao. I've been busy these days but I forgot about it. I haven't written many signatures. Please help me grind the papers. I count as many as you can." Fu Qingcheng gently pushed the door of the meditation room away. He opened the door, and said softly, "I promised the abbot that there will be no delay."

He Tingge raised his eyebrows, but he had no objection. He lit the candles in the room and had all the pens, inks, papers and inkstones. Fu Qingcheng cut the red paper and dipped it in the ink, and wrote it on the paper without thinking. heart.

He Tingge studied the ink and looked at the delicate handwriting in Fu Qingcheng's hand. Most of them were wishes for lovers to get married. Some of them were sentences in the Book of Songs. At this time, they wrote the word "Shi" and followed it unconsciously. Said: "The world is safe and secure..."

Fu Qingcheng paused and raised his eyebrows. He didn't write down the words and sentences he had thought in his mind, but wrote this sentence following He Tingge's words. After finishing, he looked back at He Tingge to indicate to continue.

He Tingge blinked, and he just read along in a leisurely manner. Seeing that Fu Qingcheng was waiting for him to speak, he subconsciously said, "You will not fail the Tathagata."

Fu Qingcheng's eyes lit up when he heard the words, and his hands felt windy. After finishing a few strokes, he looked at the red paper in his hand with satisfaction, and said, "I never thought that the little prince has a talent for poetry."

He Tingge was dumbfounded, looked at Fu Qingcheng's eyes, and slowly came back to his senses, only to realize that no one has read Cangyang Gyatso's poems in this era, and he just saw this line by chance and didn't know it Got it down.

"Continue. Fu Qingcheng stood with a pen in his hand, waiting for He Ting to "write a poem". He Tingge twitched the corners of his lips in embarrassment, groping for things that the old man in the school taught them to shake their heads.

After uttering a few sentences with difficulty, He Tingge surrendered and said: "It's no good, my skill is not enough, you should do it yourself, little uncle, I'd better do something else."

After finishing speaking, he put down the finished ink and went to look at other things in the meditation room. Fu Qingcheng could only sigh and shrug his shoulders.

He Tingge let out a sigh of relief. Sure enough, poetry and songs still need to be memorized, otherwise it is really "the book will be hated when it is used".I found some wooden signs in my hand, and they hung neatly on the wall of the Zen room. The wooden signs were all tied with red ribbons behind them. The wooden signs were all newly made, with a smell of wood. prepare.

Thinking of the sign hanging on the tree in the courtyard, He Tingge's eyes lit up. He turned around and took a pen from the desk. After dipping it in ink, he took down two cards from the wall.

"Hey, write my name." He Tingge reached out to Fu Qingcheng's pen, holding a clean wooden sign.

Fu Qingcheng was stunned for a while, without raising his head, he wrote his name with He Tingge's hand, and then continued to write the signature as if nothing happened.

Satisfied, He Tinge walked out the door holding the two signs in his hand.

Fu Qingcheng raised his head slightly to look at He Tingge's back, shook his head and smiled, but his fingers trembled slightly when he touched the piece of paper that said "The world is safe and secure, and you will not fail the Tathagata and not betray you": "No!" If you lose to Tathagata, you will not lose to Qing..."

There was a sudden warmth under the nose, Fu Qingcheng frowned, and quickly raised his hand, but he didn't prevent a drop of blood from hitting the paper in his hand. Sensing that He Tingge's breath was still in the yard, he hurriedly removed the blood-stained paper Stuffing it into his bosom, he purposely dipped his sleeves in the inkstone and his fingers were also stained with ink, and then he walked over to the edge of the basin, and hurriedly washed away the blood under his nose, making sure that there was no more bleeding, and then put the ink on his face. Sleeves were dipped in the water, just as He Tingge came in: "What's wrong?"

Extra Story --- Mu Gu's "The Origin of Mu Mu"

This day was the first snow in the winter in Wofo Ridge. Early in the morning, just after the snow stopped, Huo Qiangu showed his head from the bed, his eyes were still blurred, and he yawned. horn.

"Uncle Master." Hearing the sound of small footsteps on the snow, the door was pushed open, and a small head emerged from the crack of the door, looking at Huo Qiangu with big eyes, "Have you gotten up yet?"

Huo Qiangu surrounded the quilt and looked sideways at the little guy who came in: "Qingcheng, you got up so early?"

Fu Qingcheng was wearing a thick mink fur jacket, with pink and jade-like face and red nose, and ran to Huo Qiangu and lay down on the bed: "Yeah, it's snowing, master wants me to go to the woods to practice wooden stakes. "

Huo Qiangu pursed his lips and was not happy: "It's such a cold day, your master is sick."

"No." Fu Qingcheng blinked earnestly: "Master also woke up very early today, he said he has a visitor coming."

"What guest?" Huo Qiangu grabbed Fu Qingcheng's cold little hand and put it in the cup to cover it.

"I don't know." Fu Qingcheng smiled and said, "Master asked me to wake you up, saying that that person was looking for you."

"Looking for me?" Huo Qiangu raised his eyebrows: "Why are you looking for me?"

"I don't know." Fu Qingcheng shook his head: "Master, get up quickly, I'm going to practice wooden stakes, or Master will punish me again."

Huo Qiangu had no choice but to let go of his hands, watching Fu Qingcheng's small figure run out of the door, slandering in his heart that his senior brother is really a beast, and such a small child would not be spared.

When Huo Qiangu got dressed and walked towards the living room while eating slowly with a steamed bun, his brother was sitting on a chair drinking tea calmly, looked around, biting a steamed bun and said vaguely: "Where is the guest?"

Yin Qianji put down the teacup, pointed to the left with his eyes, Huo Qiangu turned his head and looked over, only to see a four or five-year-old doll standing there, because the clothes were too thin and the sleeves were half short, the arms under the sleeves were red from the cold, gray-blue His clothes were also patched, and when he heard his voice, he turned to look at him, his frostbitten face was expressionless, but his eyes were exceptionally bright.

Huo Qiangu bit the steamed bun, and hurriedly took off his mink fur coat and wrapped it around the little thing: "Whose child is this? It's such a cold day, and it's such a simple dress?"

"Mu's." Yin Qianji said calmly.

Huo Qiangu was taken aback, squatting on the same level as the little thing, and looked at the expressionless little face. The child was staring at him at this moment, with a coldness in his eyes comparable to the ice and snow outside: "Where is my brother?" ?”

Huo Qiangu's heart skipped a beat. The child probably came looking for Mu Ze, but Mu Ze had disappeared for more than half a year, and there was no trace at all: "Son, your brother..."

"My name is Mu Lan." The child looked at Huo Qiangu indifferently with his exceptionally bright eyes: "Give me back my brother."

Huo Qiangu didn't know what to say, looked at Yin Qianji, Yin Qianji was drinking tea indifferently, he couldn't see the expression behind the steaming steam, he just said: "Your brother ran away by himself."

"You're talking nonsense!" Mu Lan's immature voice was tinged with coldness: "Where did you hide my brother? Give it back to me!"

Huo Qiangu was helpless, he still held Mu Lan's small arm in his hand, felt the pulse in his hand, and frowned slightly. The child was suffering from the cold, and he was all holding his breath at this time. If he didn't rest, he would be seriously ill.

The hand quietly touched the back of Mu Lan's neck, and lightly pinched the acupuncture points. Before Mu Lan could react, she fell asleep.

Huo Qiangu carried Mu Lan back to the house, poured hot water to scrub Mu Lan's body, applied medicine to the frostbite, and then went to Yin Qianji to discuss countermeasures.

However, Yin Qianji just spread his hands and said: "Fate, what should come will always come, just tell the truth, there is no need to make up lies, this child has no relatives and no reason, let's stay first."

Huo Qiangu had no choice but to nod. Mu Lan slept for a day and a night. When she woke up again, it was already the evening of the second day. When she opened her eyes, she saw a little bun lying on the bed...

Then I saw the little bun blinked his big eyes and grinned: "Uncle, Uncle, he's awake!"

The next moment, Mu Lan saw the man wrapping herself in warm clothes approaching, measured her forehead with his hand, and then let out a sigh of relief: "Finally woke up, are you hungry?"

Mu Lan frowned and said nothing.

But Huo Qiangu obviously didn't just ask him, he had already brought a bowl of porridge over: "Come here, the temperature is just right, eat quickly."

Mu Lan just wrinkled her nose, turned her head away, and said flatly, "I don't eat shiitake mushrooms."

Huo Qiangu paused, blinked, and the little bun (Fu Qingcheng) beside him also looked at his uncle and blinked: "Uncle, where did you get the mushrooms?"

Huo Qiangu held the bowl and sniffed it in surprise, and after making sure he couldn't smell the smell of shiitake mushrooms, he raised his head and asked Mu Lan, "How do you know there are shiitake mushrooms?" Dried shiitake mushrooms are just one of them