Pretend to be nice

Auntie Cleaning just swept the street in the morning. When the autumn wind blew in the afternoon, the yellowed sycamore leaves fell to the ground again. It's getting colder, passers-by who were wearing short-sleeved clothes some time ago changed into long-sleeved trousers one after another, looking like they are welcoming winter.

Li Qinghe was wearing a black knitted melon cap, his bangs restlessly exposed a few strands sticking to his forehead, his clear jaw line was stern, and he was wearing a khaki windbreaker jacket with a white shirt as the lining, and the corners of the clothes were tucked into straight dark In jeans, yellow hiking boots clicked on the soft carpet of fallen leaves.

"Qinghe," a familiar scene, a girl with a cute face is calling her from behind

Li Qinghe frowned and turned around, a trace of impatience flashed in his eyes.

"Qinghe, did you hear the video that the teacher arranged just now?"

"Well," Li Qinghe simply looked down at her, holding the book in one hand, and putting the other in the pocket of the windbreaker, pressing down the corner of the clothes that was blown by the wind.

"Let's be a team, okay?" Shi Yue laughed out her signature dimples.

Li Qinghe watched with cold eyes.

"Yueyue, don't pay attention to her, what kind of Ao is a repeater, no wonder no one is in her group," another long-haired girl came out from behind and took her hand, saying in a mean tone.

"Let her be alone as a group, you and us", after finishing speaking, she took Shi Yue's arm and left.

"Yuanyuan, it's not like this," Shi Yue explained with a weaker voice.

Li Qinghe looked at the backs of the two people who were drifting away, and couldn't hold back a mocking laugh, and turned to leave.

The weather has been cold recently, and riding a motorcycle is a bit silly, and driving is too ostentatious, so Li Qinghe had to choose to walk back, but it's not very far, Li Qinghe walked slowly with headphones on.

He opened the door and entered the house with two cups of hot milk tea bought on the way.

Lin Guan has long hair and a shawl, wearing an off-white knitted sweater jacket, with a bumpy figure under the white base, light-colored jeans on the lower body, and ordinary canvas shoes.

Seeing Li Qinghe come back, he said, "Didn't you tell me to call me downstairs? Why did you come up here?"

Li Qinghe didn't answer, and inserted the milk tea for her and handed it over.

Lin Guan took it subconsciously, and the warm temperature came to the wall of the cup.

Before she could speak, Li Qinghe replied first: "Milk green, five cents of sugar."

Lin Gu'an nodded, took a sip, the whole candy was too sweet for her to drink, and the five-cent candy was just right.

"Let's go," Li Qinghe said, closing the door thoughtfully after she walked out.

The two of them made an appointment yesterday to go to Wutong Road to pick up the finished clothes after Li Qinghe got out of class this afternoon.

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After autumn, Wutong Street has been lively a few times when the weather is good, and then it gradually cools down. Today is not very good, there are only a few scattered people on the street.

Li Qinghe and the two walked into the shop side by side.

This time Lin Gu'an met Mr. Zhang, whom he hadn't seen last time. He was about sixty years old, with slightly long gray hair, glasses with silver frames, the wrinkles on his face were full of elegance, and he was well-dressed. A three-piece suit, sitting in front of the fire in the living room drinking coffee from a ceramic cup.

Seeing Li Qinghe, he smiled kindly, put down his cup, and beckoned her to come over.

Li Qinghe took Lin Guan there, and called out obediently, "Uncle Zhang."

Zhang Jue agreed with a smile, asked them to sit down, and poured them a cup of coffee each with a small pot.

Zhang Jue watched Li Qinghe grow up, and Li Qinghe also got close to this kind uncle, and the two chatted for a long time.

Zhang Jue regarded her as his junior, heard about her skipping class and repeating a grade, and severely reprimanded her.

Li Qinghe was not angry either, and admitted her mistake with a playful smile. Compared with Xia Zhicheng and the others at home, she was more childlike when facing Zhang Jue.

"I know the hippie smiley face. I haven't learned enough from the last car crash? Go out to play, go out to play, and go to such a far place, what if something happens to you as a girl?"

Li Qinghe subconsciously glanced at Lin Guan, then quickly turned back, and obediently admitted his mistake.

Lin Gu'an lowered his eyes, his expression was normal, Li Qinghe couldn't tell whether he was happy or sad.

Zhang Jue reprimanded her a few more words, but in the end he still couldn't bear it, and persuaded her softly.

Li Qinghe nodded in agreement one by one.

The topic turned to Lin Gu'an again, and they chatted for a while before going out with the finished clothes.

Lin Guan didn't speak, Li Qinghe opened his mouth and didn't expect to find any topic, and led Lin Guan around to the back house.

Before Lin Guan asked, she explained: "Uncle Zhang's younger brother lives in the back. Uncle Zhang has been making clothes all his life, and his brother has been making shoes all his life."

"We're going to get the shoes now."

Lin Guan nodded.

The old man with a similar appearance opened the door, and measured Lin Guan's shoe size in the middle, which was basically the same as before.

In the end, Li Qinghe carried seven or eight bags, and Lin Guan returned to the car with two or three bags.

The milk tea on the car was already cold, and he had no intention of drinking any more, so Lin Guan leaned back in his chair and did not speak.

Li Qinghe glanced over there, opened his mouth again and again, but finally said nothing.

The engine roared, then stopped quickly.

Li Qinghe asked: "Do you want to go down for a walk?"

Lin Guan nodded.

The autumn wind was bleak, and the fallen leaves were whining. The two walked side by side. Li Qinghe didn't speak, and Lin Guan followed her without saying a word.

After walking for a while, they came to an ordinary small church. Li Qinghe quickly went to the closed door to take a look. Luckily, it was not locked today.

Li Qinghe pushed open the door, bent over to act like a good boy, and raised his hand to invite Lin Guan, who was behind him, to enter.

It’s just a simple church during the war, but it’s not perfunctory. The house is very exquisite, but all the things inside have been removed, only the colored glass window grilles and the cross in the middle are left, which shows that there used to be pious apprentices praying with their hands folded here. The benches brought in from behind were placed scatteredly, facing the cross on the innermost platform.

The glass on the top floor emitted a beam of not-so-bright light, with light gray particles floating in the beam, and the church couldn't hide the decaying atmosphere.

Li Qinghe led her to the front row of dark-colored chairs and sat down. The wooden chairs that had been eaten by moths all year round made creaking noises. Both of them sat down indifferently, facing the cross.

Li Qinghe sat for a while, looking at the cross, but not looking at the cross, a rare emotion appeared in his eyes.

Lin Guan waited patiently.

"My parents brought me to play here often when I was a child," Li Qinghe said after thinking about it, "The changes here are not much, and many of them are still the same, especially this church."

"When I was young, some Christians came to church. I sang along with them. It was quite fun."

Lin Guan nodded.

"When I was driving to Tibet before, I got into a car accident," Li Qinghe said in a flat tone.

"Actually, it's okay. I didn't suffer any serious injuries. It's just that the car was hit too badly and I couldn't drive. A few friends and I were stuck on the grassland. Fortunately, we met a passing herdsman who took us to a nearby park. The temple invited the master inside to heal us and let us live in the temple.”

Li Qinghe smiled and said: "I don't usually believe in religion, so I would stay in the ancient temple and listen to their chanting every day, but instead I had the urge to shave my head and convert to Buddhism."

"Where is the injury?" Lin Gu'an asked without listening to her changing the subject.

"The arm was broken after the impact." Li Qinghe raised his left hand.

"How did Uncle Zhang say you want..." Lin Gu'an thought for a while and changed another word, "It's gone."

Li Qinghe pretended to be perfunctory as before, and seeing her serious expression, he had no choice but to explain: "We stayed on the grassland for a day and a night before we waited for the herdsmen."

Lin Guan pursed his lips.

"I had a fever, and there was no signal on the grassland. Brother An and the others were in a panic, but there was nothing they could do."

Lin Gu'an didn't know what to say and remained silent.

"I'm fine now. I'll take you back some time to have a look. Although it's not a very famous temple, the scenery is quite good. I also met several young monks and gave them a sum of money. , Let the master send them to study, I don’t know what’s going on,” Li Qinghe said briskly, wanting to make Lin Guan happy.

Lin Gu'an sighed deeply, and said in a muffled voice, "Would you dare next time?"

Li Qinghe had a good attitude of admitting his mistakes, and with a straight face, he promised: "Don't dare, don't dare, there will be no next time."

Lin Gu'an nodded and reluctantly accepted.

"Want to listen to the Buddhist scriptures?" Li Qinghe asked, with a child-like mischievous look in his eyes, and continued: "Didn't you ask me to read the Buddhist scriptures last time?"

In a Christian church, reciting Buddhist scriptures in front of the cross was something that Li Qinghe could do, but she still nodded when she was dazed.

"Then I read it?"

Lin Guan continued to nod.

Li Qinghe went through the "Heart Sutra" in his head before he started to recite it. It was not the way ordinary people memorize each word, but the tone of the monks in the temple. Buddhist taste: "Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva,... Form is not different from emptiness, emptiness is not different from form, form is emptiness, emptiness is form,...that is, the mantra: Uncover the truth and uncover the truth, Boluo reveals the truth, Boluo reveals the truth. Luo monk Jiedi, Bodhisattva, "

While reading, he slowly shook his head, looking serious.

Lin Gu'an felt that she made this decaying church emit a round of colorful Buddha light.

In the past, in order to make it easier for the Buddhist scriptures to spread and make it easy for disciples to recite, the way of reciting the Buddhist scriptures was changed to resemble singing.

Lin Gu'an didn't know much about these things, he only understood that form is emptiness, emptiness is form, and everything else is the same as a lullaby.

I couldn't bear it anymore, patted Li Qinghe who was still shaking his head, and stopped him: "I know you are amazing, stop reading."

Li Qinghe stopped and looked at her smiling, maybe the peripheral vision of the Buddhist scriptures had not faded just now, Lin Gu'an felt that this smile exuded the Buddha's light like a master, kind and kind, and the black hair was ignored and turned into a bright bald head .

He didn't dare to offend Master, and said with an inexplicable piety in his tone, "Go back."

Of course Li Qinghe agreed, but seeing Lin Guan's strange expression, he couldn't help but smirk when he stood up and turned around.

The corners of the windbreaker swayed, unintentionally holding the tail of the knitted sweater, the figure on the ground gradually elongated, the wooden door made the final creaking sound, the light gradually dissipated on the cross, and the sound of feet stepping on the leaves sounded again. The floor returned to its icy appearance.

—

The sequelae of being brainwashed by Buddhist scriptures were very serious. Lin Gu'an was not willing to talk to Li Qinghe until he got home.

Li Qinghe was happy to succeed in a prank, and Lin Guan didn't want to care about her pain. After repeated torments, he finally thought of an excuse to change the subject.

"These are all yours." Li Qinghe took the bag brought up from the side and handed it to Lin Gu'an, motioning for her to open it with his eyes.

Lin Gu'an was a little confused, but she opened it according to her intention. At that time, she only ordered one set of skirts under Xia Zhicheng's enthusiastic recommendation, but she didn't expect to take home four sets.

"Try it?"

Lin Gu'an looked at her, and Li Qinghe was willing to explain: "There was only one idea for your birthday present, but it turned out to be three sets."

"My birthday is next week," Lin Guan reluctantly reminded.

"Uncle Zhang has been urging me to get it. I said I would get it on your birthday." Li Qinghe blinked, changed his tone, and said, "Don't worry about it, try it first."

Lin Guan looked at her helplessly, with a smile in his eyes.

Li Qinghe also smiled at her.

"Then thank you, kid." In the end, it was Lin Gu'an who was defeated first, and said with a smile.

"So can I change clothes?" Li Qinghe asked stubbornly.

"How can I look at the birthday present now?" Lin Gu'an smiled slyly, carrying the bag and walking towards the room.

Li Qinghe was stunned for a moment, seeing the man's back disappear, scratched his head regretfully.