[Jian San] Let's drink tea from big brother

The farce of that night finally came to an end.

At the end, Huazhu still didn't say why Tang Zisu wanted to chase after him, a man from Miaojiang, and he was so skillful when dealing with Tang Zisu, but he never wanted to completely kill this killer who aimed to take his life. obliterate.

The matter between Tang Zisu and Huazhu was like an insurmountable gap between Huazhu and the other four people, making it impossible for Ye Zhengyang and the others to fully trust Huazhu.

As for Huazhu, he may think that such a distance is the best, and has no desire to take a step closer.

As for Ye Zhengyang, he didn't know what Huazhu said that night. That night, Shiwei suddenly turned his head and went back to his room, the door was closed tightly. When he got up the next morning, everything was as usual, and there was nothing unusual about it. .

But Ye Zhengyang felt that something was wrong.

However, he didn't know what was wrong.

He wanted to discuss it with Xu Aoxue, but when he asked this question, Xu Aoxue just patted his hand and shook his head in silence, as if he didn't want to continue this topic.

This weird atmosphere lasted for a few days, because they were all thinking about it, so naturally they didn't have any mood to appreciate the beautiful scenery and chat and laugh. Along the way, the atmosphere became quite dull.

Ye Zhengyang wanted to have a heart-to-heart talk with Zhiwei, but Shiwei bit his lip and told him, let him think about it carefully, and then tell him after he figured it out.

Hearing what Shiwei said, although Ye Zhengyang was worried that Shiwei would not be energetic these days, he couldn't say anything.

A group of people hurried on the road with different thoughts, absent-minded, and their pace was naturally unhappy.

Such an atmosphere of silence lasted for three days. During this period, Shi Wei neither joked with Ye Zhengyang nor argued with Hua Zhu, and even Qing Deng didn't say a few words to him.

Qing Deng looked at Shi Wei so depressed, and wanted him to be quiet, but it had been three days now, and he still looked like this, Qing Deng also felt a little worried.

They happened to pass over the mountain on this journey, and when it was noon, the group simply went to the mountain to find some rabbits and wild fruits to eat.

Xu Aoxue and Ye Zhengyang went out to look for rabbits and pheasants, while Huazhu took Gutai out to look for wild fruits, and only Qingdeng and Shiwei stayed here to guard the horses and luggage.

At this time, Qing Deng finally couldn't bear it anymore, and asked, "Benefactor, what's wrong with you recently? You are so depressed, which makes the poor monk very worried."

Qingdeng has already taken off his monk robe now, and is used to the ordinary attire made by his decline. Although his silver hair really makes people feel weird, but that face is too strange and handsome. Instead, every time he walks in the On the street, there were girls who peeped over.

In Ye Zhengyang's words.

No matter what age, the most important thing is the face.

For example, if you think about it, when you have a quarrel with others, the effect of someone approaching you with a handsome face and asking for forgiveness is the same as the effect of asking for forgiveness with Wang Baoqiang's face?

Seeing the worried expression in Qing Deng's eyebrows, Shi Wei turned his eyes away, and said coldly, "Do you think the young master is very stupid?"

"What's the meaning of this benefactor?" Qing Deng asked with a frown.

Shi Wei grabbed the grass around him with his hands, plucked it viciously, and threw it out. Then he turned his head to look at the green lamp squatting next to him, and said coldly, "I asked you if you think I'm very stupid."

"No matter what, the young master always rushes to the forefront, he doesn't care about the consequences, and does whatever he wants. Do you think such a young master is very stupid?"

"Every time you discuss with Wooden Face, you are never willing to bring Xiaoye and Zhengyang with you. Wooden Face doesn't want Zhengyang to work hard, but for Youngye, you are just afraid of Youngye's whim."

Qing Deng silently raised his head and looked at the sky, it turned out that this person also knew where his fault was.

only--

Qing Deng nodded and smiled, "It's kind of stupid to say that."

"You!" Shi Wei couldn't help feeling a little anxious when he heard that Qing Deng nodded his head so easily, but after thinking about it, he brought up this topic by himself, and the other party just continued with his own words. If he was angry with him, it would be a little bit It's unreasonable.

Under such considerations, Shi Wei could only angrily turn around and harm those innocent grasses.

Qing Deng was really angry when he saw Shiwei, but he shook his head and smiled, and said seriously, "It's just that the poor monk thinks that such a benefactor of Weiwei is very good."

Seeing the expression on Shiwei's face that you don't want to pick something nice to say, Qing Deng said again, "The monks don't lie, and the poor monk really thinks that the benefactor of Shiwei has a good temper."

"In this arena, intrigues and intrigues are naturally indispensable. Although the poor monk was born in Shaolin, he has been wandering in the arena for some time, and the poor monk has seen a lot of those schemes."

"So, the poor monk is most envious of the disregard of consequences and the temperament of doing whatever he wants like a benefactor who is in decline."

Hearing Qing Deng's words, Shi Wei stopped his hand that was pulling out the grass, looked over suspiciously, saw Qing Deng's sincere expression, and said half-believingly, "Really?"

"The poor monk was abandoned at the foot of Shaoshi Mountain because of his silver hair. He has become accustomed to using cover-ups to escape his natural vision. The poor monk always thought that he could forget his troubles in this way. One day he will return to Shaolin and be ordained as a monk. No one will know The old stories of the poor monk." Qing Deng glanced at his silver hair, this was once his three thousand troubles, he thought he would completely hide it.

But in the end it was still no match for the weak persistence.

When Shi Wei said to him, I thought you were so good-looking, that silver hair that he always hated, that face that he always wanted to hide.

For the first time, he felt that it was really, really great to have such an appearance.

"It's the benefactor of the decline that gave the poor monk the courage to face his own vision. This is probably the real forgetting of troubles. What the poor monk did before was just to escape." Qing Deng's voice was like curling in front of a Buddha statue. Cigarettes, with a calming aroma, slowly linger around you. Even if you leave the Buddhist hall, you can still feel the faint aroma, which has a long aftertaste.

"The poor monk and General Xu did avoid it on purpose. It's not because they think that the benefactor of Shiwei is whimsical, but because there are some things that the poor monk really doesn't want the benefactor to know." He stretched out his hand and gently covered the top of Shiwei's head. , he smiled softly at him, "The poor monk doesn't like a benefactor in decline, one day he will be like a benefactor of flowers and candles."

"A smiling face welcomes people, but there is no joy in the heart."

"The poor monk hopes that the declining benefactor can be like this now, laugh when he wants to laugh, get angry when he wants to be angry, and cry when he wants to cry. Having a pure heart is more important than anything else."

Shi Wei raised his head and looked at Qingdeng, who was half squatting in front of him, but still a little taller than him, he suddenly remembered that someone had said the same thing to him.

"Cry when you want to cry, laugh when you want to laugh, and do something with restraint. Whoever has rules, a man must be bored in everything."

That was really a long time ago.

Shi Wei hesitated for a moment, then stretched out his hand and patted Qing Deng's hand down, "Whoever allows you to touch the young master's head casually, don't go too far."

Qingdeng wasn't angry when Shiwei said that, he just smiled and retracted his hand, the two looked at each other for a moment, then Shiwei looked away.

Those words on the day of Huazhu really dealt a big blow to Shiwei. After all, among the four of them, Ye Zhengyang was regarded as Shiwei's first friend, and Ye Zhengyang himself had a very straight personality. He was congenial.

Although Xu Aoxue didn't speak much, since he and Ye Zhengyang had that kind of relationship now, Xu Aoxue would naturally not do anything harmful to them.

On the contrary, it was Qing Deng who joined their team halfway, but he regarded Qing Deng as a friend in his heart and felt that he was honest and reliable.

But Hua Zhu said that Qing Deng was just pretending to be stupid.

It's not that he didn't realize that Qingdeng had been on the rivers and lakes for so long, and Xu Aoxue liked to discuss everything with him, so it naturally shows that Qingdeng has his own views on things and people.

But when the truth was exposed in such a naked way, Shi Wei still felt fooled for a moment.

These days, he tried to get a clue out of his thoughts, but he still failed in the end.

Is Huazhu talking nonsense, or Qingdeng's acting skills are too good.

Or, it's neither, it's just that he can't detect it himself.

In the end, Shiwei decided to speak out the issues that he had been concerned about these days. He stared into Qingdeng's eyes and asked earnestly, "Monk, do you have something to hide from me?"

Hearing this sentence, Qing Deng smiled and said nothing, stretched out his hand to pick up all the grass that had been pulled out by Shi Wei before, put it in the palm of his hand, and flexibly picked up the grass with his fingers, after a while, a simple but beautiful A straw ring appeared on his hand.

Seeing that Shiwei's expression was full of anxiety and anticipation, Qing Deng stretched out his hand to take Shiwei's hand, and put the straw woven ring on Shiwei's hand. The emerald green grass made Shiwei's skin whiter than snow.

Qingdeng said softly, "The monks will not tell lies. I swear by this ring. If Qingdeng tells a lie to the benefactor, the poor monk will fall into Abi Hell forever, and he will not be reborn forever."