don't be vulgar for me

Slowly smiling down the stairs, Tang Ling'er's face was pale and she only licked her lips, Shimizu Furong's eyes were empty and absent-minded, watching the sisters steamed with dew, showing off their faces on the soft mat, and Before noon, they seemed to be really drunk, holding clarinets in their hands, but the harp could not make a sound, only the sound like blue clouds and flowing water slowly rang out from the pipa.

Standing on the red pillar behind her, Ruan Niang saw that her fingertips were weak when playing the qin, so she said, "If you come here, you will be safe. Women born in troubled times cannot talk about love."

Tang Ling'er was silent, but just smiled at the man wearing a crown and earrings, and after watching the man sitting opposite him sway, he turned around and said, "Mother, Ling'er knows about it." The red-lit little meat ball smiled, and pulled the corner of Ruan Niang's clothes: "Aniang, can I go and relax with Qing'er in the afternoon, and use the knowledge you gave me to explain her well."

"I said no, you are going too, you taught them about stealing. You hide your temper and lead them to be like you!" Dressed in green clothes, her face turned red with anger, Tang Ling'er couldn't help laughing Puchi laughed out loud, and conveniently squeezed a piece of the wishful biscuit on the red sandalwood crescent table and fed it into Ruan Niang's non-stop mouth.

Before she could reply, she bent her eyes into a crescent and climbed onto the wall and walked towards the room: "I'll be back soon." Tang Ling'er also knew that Ruan Niang was getting more and more unable to run Shuxiang Pavilion by herself, and he was the only one who had never had any trouble with her. Even for some people, if it wasn't for Ruan Niang who heard her cries at the pile of corpses, life would not be so easy.Hastily made the guests dizzy, and scattered all the sisters to urge them to practice piano and dance.

There was a white flower shawl hanging from the shoulders of the green grass thin shirt. Tang Ling'er looked left and right along the street under the sunlight but did not find Qing'er, nor did she find Qing'er when she went to her favorite river.I stumbled and fell into the water, and simply took a few feet of water, the corners of the skirt stained with dampness turned green, sitting under the willow tree in the thick shade with a cool breeze, squinting my eyes in a trance, but I couldn’t remember Except for yesterday, even the day before yesterday was a blur to her.

The town is sparsely populated, and they hide at home in the shade in the afternoon. Occasionally, the merchants and horse tourists gallop past. Tai'an is a rest station, and they all walk the right way. The spring breeze is warm with the flowing water by the small river. Holding on to the body of the willow tree and looking out, it's not Qing'er who is.

The more people walked forward, the smaller the shadow became. She hurriedly called out but was ignored, and even followed up to see what Qing'er was going to do.The dress between the calves stuck to the skin, pulling Tang Ling'er down heavily, and the person the size of a palm in the distance finally stopped when she was out of breath.

Drilling into the alley, the stone wall exhaled cold air, Tang Ling'er couldn't help shivering, seeing Qing'er staring at the monastery with her head in place, the sudden ups and downs made her choke up her voice, she followed Qing'er as she approached Measuring carefully the top of Xieshan Mountain, where the yellow leaves covered the eaves, sat a monk with a three-colored porcelain bald head. The hall was deserted. After entering, two people in peasant clothes were no longer crowded. Only a young monk in commoner clothes was sweeping the fallen leaves in the hall.The pen on the solid wood engraving board is strong and strong, and the knife is exquisitely carved: Baiju Temple.

Tai'an is a small place, but the temple on the back of the mountain is at the end of the street. She has never been here, and A Niang never let her come. She just leans against the side of the building every day and looks at the pointed powder seedlings in the temple. Seedlings, first one flower and then a cluster, and then grow into a shape that can jump into the clouds when you look up, and it seems that you can catch some flavor from the air.And the monk is also her memory of this temple.

"Hey! What are you doing!" Qing'er yelled at her in a low voice.

"I should be the one asking you what you are doing." Seeing the little monk also looking over here, Tang Ling'er walked back and walked beside her.He pursed his lips and frowned without speaking, staring straight at the temple, craned his neck to look back and forth.

"You want to go in? Why?"

The sound of the broom was still sweeping and scraping on the ground, Qing'er's voice was more helpless, leaning against the corner of the wall and frolicking unlike usual: "Young Master Liu gave up his position yesterday and was saved by a monk..."

Looking sideways at Qing'er, Tang Ling'er saw the lack of energy in her eyes, and said earnestly, "Then let's go in."

Qing'er shook his head, and the tin flower and jade shell hairpin shook coldly, and looked at her with condensed eyebrows: "I am not clean, so I can't enter the temple, you can go in, and help me see Mrs. Liu, can you make it?"

Before Tang Ling'er could figure out what she said, her hand was stuffed into the hairpin on her head, "The monk has gone in, you go and help me get this to him, and tell him that I will wait for him, just call Don't hate me..."

Huiwu couldn't understand Qing'er's feelings, Tang Ling'er hadn't stretched out his hand to wipe off the water droplets overflowing from her eyes, and was pushed into Baiju Temple two steps at a time.

The appearance outside the door is disconcerting, but when you enter the inside, it seems that the clouds and mist are gradually peeling off, and you can't see it as far as you can see. It is no different from a courtyard in Shuxiang Pavilion. The Zen courtyard is surrounded by mountains and faces the sun. It is a courtyard, the upper part is a garden, the green forest falls in the center of the courtyard, and the shadow of the temple is faintly found. Looking up, there are three temples smaller than the big temple on the side of the low mountain, and several Buddha statues sit shining brightly.

The sound of cicadas came from nowhere, Tang Ling'er clutched his chest in shock, and came back from the rain of cherry blossom petals.Turning left and right to open the way, she was alone in the courtyard, and suddenly footsteps came from behind, even hiding behind a tree to cover herself.

Xu squinted his eyes and was relieved, but the two farmers just came out of the temple on the left.There was some thin sweat on his back, and his feet felt uncomfortable. Tang Ling'er pinched the corner of his clothes to blow the air to himself, feeling comfortable and comfortable, thinking about where to find Mr. Liu.The bright sound of Guzheng chanting softly came into my ears: "Almsgiver, do you need help from the poor monk?"

With a pair of small jade white palms on the tree, Tang Ling'er rubbed his feet slowly from the bottom up, and saw a thin waist and arm line outlined under the broad monk's robe wrapped in indigo daisy. When he went straight up, he leaned against the tree again. Rely on yourself.The eyes are light and the white face is white, the corners of the nose and the lips are like hair fronts, and the sideburns are neat and tidy, and you can vaguely see what kind of young man he is when the hair is covered.

The sun passed over his shoulders from his chest, Tang Ling'er pushed away the cherry blossom tree that was raining heavily, and watched it fall a few more pieces, then slowly smiled and stared at the pair of slender hands slightly smaller than his own. The laughing son-in-law said: "The benefactor doesn't need your help, the little girl needs your help..."

The monk was unsmiling, looked at each other for a long time, then coldly withdrew his gaze, Tang Ling'er looked straight at his lips which were pursed into a line, thin, A Niang said that men with thin lips are the most ruthless, suddenly felt that the wind was blowing a little weirdly, and stopped scratching him.But, looking up, a smile can be clearly detected in those eyebrows and eyes.

Before she could make a sound, the petals floated on her face in embarrassment, and she felt that she was too hypocritical, why did she come up with this sentence to stop her.

The burning fragrance made her eyes sore, and when she looked down, she heard the man say: "The girl's shoes must have been wet, if you don't mind, the poor monk has a pair of brocade shoes with cloud heads, which should be suitable for the girl. "

"How could it be...not possible." Choking on the tip of his tongue, Tang Ling's brows brightened, and he loosely followed the monk to the right, diverting words without a word.

"Monk, what's your name?"

"Dharma name quilt thinking."

"Qinsi... how old are you?"

"Twenty and five."

"Why are you so old..." Little Haw read out a sentence that no one else heard.

"Quisi, why do you want to be a monk?"

"Qin Si, what's your full name?"

"Quisi, what did you do before you became a monk?"

Tang Ling'er was in a good mood seeing the two of them surrounded by greenery and petals flying around their feet, so she couldn't help asking one after another.In front of the five huts that were tens of meters away, the hemp blue cloth shoes he was wearing suddenly stopped on the gray and blue ground.

The porcelain in the ear was like the dewdrops from her drunken butterfly flowers in the early morning, and he said, "An, An Qinsi."

"A monk's name is like a girl's, it's a cover." Opening his mouth slowly, An Qinsi couldn't tell a lie.But I found that my predecessors were just pondering over the words, "Do you know what I do? It's just playing the piano every day to send a smiley face, so it's true, you are also chanting scriptures and sitting Buddha to welcome benefactors."

Deliberately omitting her last question, An Linsien quickened her pace to the room in response to her voice, opened the door and opened the room to be empty, the only mattress that could be considered bright was gray and tightly packed into a ball of tofu.It can't compare to Tang Ling'er's room, which is more than three bays in size.There is no bad smell emanating from a worldly man, but a light sandalwood fragrance overflows the whole body.

Tang Ling'er turned around to look around, the desk, chairs, and bed were all made of high-quality walnut wood, looking dignified, but he didn't know that someone inadvertently took a look at his actions.

Taking out the shoes from the first floor of the dressing room, An Wensi walked to her side, saw Tang Linger came with her, sat on the coffee table and sipped her usual teacup, "The taste is too clear, it's different from our tea , can’t drink out.”

While talking, she was about to take off her shoes on her side, Tang Ling'er felt a gust of wind on her face, and An Siqin carried her back. She just remembered something and pinched the hem of her skirt to put the shoes in, and it just happened that her toes were close together and it felt right.

Sitting at the door, looking up, you can see the misty smoke of the square blue lamps, ancient Buddhas, withered yellow leaves on the ground, and cherry pink petals swimming freely, which is comparable to the scenery inside and outside his own home. Tang Linger saw that An Siqin was still standing in front of the desk Buddha, he weighed his tone and asked: "Why do you have women's shoes here?"

Really curious about him.