don't be vulgar for me

The sparks of a hundred families are on the verge of falling, and the peace of the family is the greatest happiness when the war is over. An Yusi stays under the cherry tree to appreciate the sunset in Tai'an Town in the western mountains. When he closes his eyes, he seems to be able to hear the sound of sharp weapons being handed over. Life is alive. , for the sake of geometry, enjoying a series of joys and sorrows, isn't it the most appropriate to be yourself to the best of your ability?

Pressing his hands tightly behind his back, he finally swallowed his breath.

"Master Siqin." Qing'er came from a distance from the dormitory, and the tears were fresh on his face, and he wiped them away with a silk towel.

"Girl, don't be overly sad, Mr. Liu will take care of you properly here." After reorganizing his mind, An Qinsi became a vegetarian monk who chanted sutras and fasted meals every day.

See Qing'er glanced back and forth in front of her and said, "Ling'er has gone back first."

"Why did she come back first? She didn't wait for me, and didn't come with you?" I muttered to myself for a while, not noticing that others frowned when they heard the last sentence.

"The reason is that the girl came back. I asked her. It's dark and the road is slippery. The uncle told me to take the girl home. Let's go." Wei Wei moved her body to let Qing'er go first, but An Linsi brushed her away and she kindly refused.

The westerly wind is getting colder, the daytime din of carriages and horses on the road is gradually receding, the watchman beats the drum to tell the time, Qing'er reads a book, and there is a small group of red lights outside the Xiangge Pavilion, two big red lanterns are hung high, upstairs The lights in Ling'er's room hadn't been turned on yet, so he sneezed a few times while walking briskly.

An Qinsi heard this, and lowered his head to take off his outer cloak to her: "Girl, don't catch a cold, put on mine, it's still warm."

Before recovering and refusing, Qing'er put on a piece of warm clothes heavily on her shoulders, Qing'er looked distressed, and her voice was weak and worried: "Master doesn't have to do this."

"Besides, Master Qusi is a Buddhist disciple, so I'm afraid it will get dirty when I wear it." He said as he pawed at the lapel of his shirt and wanted to push it down.

The wind was drifting away, and the small trees on the street were about to slant. An Qinsi pushed her hand straight and closed it up, but she didn't notice that Qing'er suddenly felt a little shy, and spit out a line of words for a long time: "Young girl, because she is learning Linger, there is no need Pay attention here."

"But, men and women can't kiss each other, Master, please take it back." While talking, he covered his nose and sneezed a few times.

"Men and women..." Silently comprehending these two words, I suddenly turned around to see the vegetation growing from the sky. I haven't had a gender distinction for a long time. I stay with my uncle and Yi Xuan every day, although there are occasional family members. People from here came to visit her, reminding me that I was still a noble woman, but it seems that such days have not been here for a long time...

"Master?"

"Huh? It's okay, as long as the girl doesn't dislike the poor monk's monk's robe, don't worry about these." When she stepped forward, she was slightly unsteady, and the leaflet on the top brushed past, touching her scalp cold and bare.

Qing'er followed, and saw that Quesi didn't look down on him like the other men did, so she was relieved: "Actually, Quesi, Master, you don't have to keep calling me girl, besides, I'm not a girl either. Yes, you can call me Qing'er like Ling'er."

"En." Heiye Yingying put on a snow-white inner robe and walked at a constant speed, and An Qinsi answered vaguely.

"I'm not a girl anymore, but Ling'er is still a girl." Hesitating on the tip of her tongue, Qing'er stumbled to tell the status of her friends.

"Qing'er, why are you telling me these things?" Concentrating on her eyes and slowing down again, An Qinsi looked at her carefully, and the indescribable chaos in her heart gave rise to doubts again.

"Qin Si, can't you see?"

"What can you see?"

"Zero?"

"What's up with her?"

"She likes you."

The leaves trembled and scattered all over the ground, An Wensi's face was cold, half of her body's strength was relieved, her broad shoulders shrank, her eyes seemed to be recalling the past, her hands fell heavily between her temples, she covered her face and rubbed her face.

"Quisi?" Qing'er saw him leaning towards the open tree gap behind him as if in a daze, his pupils were a little bit of moonlight, and they were clear and blurred, "Quisi, I was too abrupt, Because I heard that you monks can return to vulgarity, but unexpectedly disturbed you..."

"But, can I ask, do you really have no feelings for Ling'er?" Qing'er saw that he had woken up a little bit, and looked directly in the direction of Shuxiang Pavilion with his eyes, and his words became more and more earnest: "Aniang is harsh. Every time I made a mistake when I was young, Ling'er helped me cover it up. I treat her more like my own sister. Although she is abrupt now, I still want to ask Qin Si for a letter."

The night is bustling with pedestrians hiding in it, Yueer pushes away the clouds and mist and there is a glimmer of light, a red-faced drunk man outside Shuxiang Pavilion has just been driven out by Ah Heng and pushed to the ground, the soft light inside the door is like the beauty's fragrance caressing his face, He stretched out his fingertips to smell it, and sighed: "Ah...it smells so good." He immediately put three fingers into his mouth, licked the smell madly, and spit out: "What the hell, it's so unpalatable!"

In a trance, I dreamed of a handsome bald monk, and there was a girl in red beside him, and he said: "Come on, today, I will play with you two." I closed my eyes and fell into a dream.

Tang Ling'er turned around and found the red pillar, gathered her clothes and tidied them up, frowned at Ruan Niang and gave Ruan Niang one hateful look after another, no matter what she said, she uttered bad words about "you still can't bear it".Leaning on the pillar, he heard the footsteps of the people behind him entering the noisy area, and suddenly his ears sharpened and he heard Ah Heng say: "Miss Qing'er, you are back." Stretching his neck and turning his neck to look over, he saw a naked There was a shrewd smile on the top of the head and the corner of the mouth, and he rushed over, and when he was close to the door, he walked over, and saw that the man was dressed in white, his facial features became clearer and more handsome, his eyes stared at him, and he looked at him gently. The two strands of hair in front of the cheeks were around the ears, just about to ask him to come in, but then it was not a suitable place, and the snow-white cheeks drooping for a while gradually became a little messy.

An Qinsi hid her eyeballs in the frame from top to bottom, and finally couldn't help but glanced at her from left to right. When Tang Ling'er's slender neck was reached, her eyes were sticky, and she separated for a short while, unhurriedly. He lowered his head and said, "Qing'er, when you arrive, I will take a step back."

"Well, hey, clothes, Quesi, your clothes." Qing'er was about to chase after her, when Ling'er said rather resentfully: "Don't yell loudly, A Niang should hear it later."

Putting his hands on the door rail, but his feet were outside the door, Tang Ling'er saw that the figure had disappeared, glanced back slightly, and caught a glimpse of the gray-blue robes of An Qinsi in Qing'er's hands, with stalks growing from his heart to his chest However, Qing'er didn't pay much attention to her, took a look at the scene inside the door and went back upstairs with the ball of clothes in her arms, and hurried up by herself.

Entering the room, Qing'er deliberately placed the clothes neatly beside her bed, and there was a slight sound of closing the door behind her, pretending to touch the clothes again, and then heard her sit down and collapse. After drinking the tea, Fang said unhappily, "Don't drink that tea, I still drink it now that I have a bad memory."

"Never mind, I want to forget about it now."

When Qing'er heard this, she spoke quickly, walked up to her and stood in front of her: "I forgot what you forgot, no one cares today, I'll leave first."

"I..." She couldn't argue, Tang Ling'er glanced at the robes that were neatly placed on her soft couch without any wrinkles, and couldn't get around it in her heart. She opened her mind and described the scene of this afternoon in detail. Light.Seeing that Qing'er opened his mouth and babbled, unable to speak, he added a sentence: "Don't ask Auntie, you will know that Mr. Liu is hiding there, and you know that I have no words. We are strict, I, we will not be able to go to Baiju Temple..."

Leaning on the round table with a soft body, through the candlelight, Qinger saw that her pink cheeks seemed to be burning red, perhaps it was her waxy eyes, seeing her smiling face, it was too late to think about it. Why did Niang behave like that, and she was worried about what her younger sister would suffer when she first fell in love. She actually understood Niang's heart for a while, and if she didn't love, she would not be hurt.

After waiting for a long time for an answer, Tang Ling'er frowned blankly and thought about the silhouette of the man under the red lantern, hidden in the black scene.

"Ling'er, do you really like that Monk Quesi?" Qing'er's eyes were sore, recalling all the sons he really liked in the past, the girls in the brothel were born so poor, and they were stingy with their love. People who don't understand always say they let go Swinging, but who knows that this thing is too precious, if it is sent to the wrong person, girl, this life will be ruined.It doesn't matter if she is ruined, but Linger...

Yingling didn't laugh out loud, Tang Ling'er stopped teasing the candle to blow out, and through the curtain again, she flew across the screen and flew to Qing'er's bedside.

"He's a monk!"

"It's not that monks can't return to vulgar~" The fire was lighted with the fingertips, and Tang Ling'er didn't feel any pain.

Crack, the palm was bounced away, Tang Ling'er frowned and turned to Qing'er: "Oh, what are you doing to hit me?"

"I won't eat roasted chicken feet again tonight." Gu Ling'er covered his fingertips obediently and blew, Qing'er's voice softened, and he said something from the bottom of his heart: "Ling'er, let's not come to those games anymore, Cheng No?"

Turning her head to look at each other, Tang Ling'er frowned in confusion: "What's wrong, Mr. Liu? Why are you acting like this all of a sudden?"

"He's nothing... let's not gamble, okay?" Holding Tang Ling'er's hand with both hands, Qing'er shook her head vigorously, and popped out of her mouth: "I don't want it, I don't want Mr. Liu, and you don't want a monk either. , let’s do what Auntie said, don’t fall in love, wait for the rest of your life to do odd jobs in Shuxiang Pavilion, and don’t leave after doing odd jobs, okay?”

Tang Ling'er was stunned, and didn't understand for a long time. He raised his chin slightly and smiled tremblingly: "Qing'er, why do you seem to be a different person when you meet Mr. Liu? Why don't you bet? Mr. Liu likes you so much. The two of you will definitely succeed, Qinsi and I... Anyway, I haven't made it yet, and there is still a lot of time for him to return to normal."

"No, don't go, don't suffer like that." Being blue-eyed by others, tortured by a lover, I don't know how to miss a person who will never be possible every day... Shaking her head, Qing'er suppressed her voice and yelled, shaking off Her hands tightened around her shoulders: "Don't gamble, don't go, don't!"

Tang Ling'er's complexion darkened, the ellipse of the fire light was shapeless, and the piled up smiles gradually faded: "But, Qing'er, why, I think so."

"Don't think about it, it's impossible..." Shaking her head gradually decreased, Qing'er looked at Tang Ling'er and said word by word: "He said, it's impossible in this life, with you, with you, it's possible..."

The wind penetrated through the small window, lifted the corner of the clothes on the side of the couch, hoo... I don't know who blew out the candlelight.