Taoist and dog

Xiao Rong ate all the noodles with difficulty but not slowly.

It's quite a big bowl, and he doesn't feel too full after eating it all, and he can eat it again.

Xiao Rong licked his mouth at the empty bowl. When he was at home, he seldom had noodles. The noodles were too expensive, and it was rare to eat them. They were all rough.

On the way, he tasted a lot of white noodles. Although it was a thousand times better than what he ate at home, it was after all begging for it.

Lu Qinghe's bowl was the first time he had eaten hot noodles in his life.

Lu Qinghe first saved his life, and then gave him a full meal.

Xiao Rong looked back at the door, the door was still closed, he didn't know how he had offended Lu Qinghe, but now...he really wanted to thank him seriously.

Xiao Rong got up from the ground and gently pushed the door open.

The door didn't move, it was bolted from the inside, and looking at the window, the light was out.

Xiao Rong: "..."

He really offended Lu Qinghe a lot.

Xiao Rong tidied up the yard and planned to spend the night under the eaves. Anyway, he is not afraid of the cold now. After spending the night outside in this kind of weather, he woke up the next day with no sore waist, no pain in the legs, and he couldn't even sneeze.Later, he found that the other room was empty, and there were piles of firewood and sundries in it, so he went inside.

In the airtight room on all sides, Xiao Rong slept soundly even though there was a mess of firewood under him.

……

Xiao Rong turned over, the light disappeared before passing his eyelids, which felt quite strange, he opened his eyes in bewilderment.

Lu Qinghe stood in front of the window, the sunlight flooded the room from behind him, and a long shadow on the ground extended to Xiao Rong's face.

He sat up in a jerk.

Before I woke up, I was sweating from fright.

Xiao Rong supported the firewood with both hands, and looked at Lu Qinghe in confusion and astonishment. In the backlight, Lu Qinghe's facial features were very blurred, and it was difficult to distinguish expressions.

Lu Qinghe suddenly stepped forward, he bent down and touched Xiao Rong's shoulder.

Xiao Rong tilted his head and saw Lu Qinghe's fingers move from the scales to his skin, moving slowly along the junction.

Lu Qinghe said that he would help him and remove the things on his body.

Xiao Rong immediately cheered up.

He was like a patient waiting for treatment, looking at Lu Qinghe with bright eyes, but just as he was about to ask the doctor about his condition, the doctor left suddenly.

Xiao Rong: "..."

He froze for a moment before realizing what had happened.

Didn't Lu Qinghe treat him, why did he leave again?

Xiao Rong hurriedly followed out, there was no one else in the yard, Lu Qinghe left quite thoroughly, and he was not at home immediately.

Xiao Rong: "..."

What is the situation? !

……

Xiao Rong was quite nervous all day, he always felt that his disease was incurable, so Lu Qinghe went to find a solution for him early in the morning.

It had been dark for a long time before Lu Qinghe came back.

As soon as he heard the sound of the door, Xiao Rong rushed to meet him.

Lu Qinghe was the same as yesterday, not busy or worried, he just took a look at Xiao Rong and went into the house to cook.

Dinner was pickles and steamed buns, same as last night, Lu Qinghe put the food at the door and bolted the door from the inside.

Xiao Rong was completely dumbfounded.

Just a few days passed.

He could see Lu Qinghe every day when he opened his eyes. After Lu Qinghe checked his arm, he walked away for a day, and came back to give him a meal in the evening. Xiao Rong didn't want to think so, probably because Lu Qinghe had instilled too many ideas in him, he vaguely felt that, Lu Qinghe is raising a dog like this...

Eating is always a bowl, not even chopsticks.

Moreover, Lu Qinghe didn't talk to him after that day, no teasing, no sarcasm, let alone any contact, completely treating him as nothing.

The way he looked at him became more and more indifferent, and recently he felt a little impatient.

Xiao Rong didn't know what Lu Qinghe was busy with going out early and returning home every day, but one thing became more and more obvious to him, that is... Lu Qinghe didn't seem to keep his promise.

Lu Qinghe is a Taoist priest, a cultivator who sympathizes with all living beings, but he can't feel Lu Qinghe's compassion at all. On the contrary, Lu Qinghe is like a piece of ice that will not melt for ten thousand years.

The more we got in touch, the more obvious the indifference on Lu Qinghe's body became.

He even began to wonder if this person was a Taoist priest...

The alley outside went from lively to quiet, and when the last sound disappeared, the sound of Lu Qinghe's footsteps appeared suddenly.

Xiao Rong pricked up his ears, with his current hearing ability, he could still distinguish Lu Qinghe even in the busiest night.

The sound of footsteps came to the gate of the courtyard steadily, followed by the sound of the door opening. The moment the door opened, Xiao Rong rushed forward.