It's not good for a beauty to be so irritable

"Brother, look at my flowers are dead again!" Under the scorching sun, a seven or eight-year-old boy was holding a pot of withered flowers, and ran to the child who was reading quietly on the other side, pointing at the withered yellow flowers. The leaves are aggrieved and authentic.

"Xiaochuan, have you watered it again?" The child put down the book, gently pulled the leaves with his fingertips, and saw the wet soil in the basin.

"Then what to do, you will die if you don't water it, and you will die if you water it." Xiao Chuan angrily put the flower pot on the ground, and kicked it hard unhappily, and the flower pot rolled away.

"Kick it for what," said the elder brother as he hurried over and picked up the flowerpot that had rolled away.

"Who made it kill the flowers!" Xiao Chuan frowned slightly, seeing his brother pick up the flower pot and put it in front of him again, with an unhappy expression on his face.

"It's not that the flower pot killed it." The little brother put the book away, put the flower pot on the stone in front of him, gently pulled up the dry branches and leaves inside, and said with a smile, "You must be gentle when growing flowers, you always So rude."

Xiao Chuan squatted down, tilted his head to watch his brother carefully clean up the flowerpot, and then carefully buried the dead branches and leaves beside the tree roots on one side. His restless heart suddenly calmed down, and the sun shone through the densely packed leaves. , leaving mottled shadows on my brother's body. When the wind blows, the tree shadows seem to come alive, swimming gently, freely, lightly and beautifully.As a result, the whole world becomes quiet, gentle and beautiful.He couldn't help staring blankly.

"Xiao Chuan?"

Pushing him very lightly with one hand, Xiao Chuan snapped back from his blank but warm thoughts, opened his eyes and asked, "What's wrong?"

"I still want to ask you what's wrong, but I don't answer after calling you a few words."

Xiao Chuan was inexplicably embarrassed. He buried his face in his arms, rubbed his nose, and said vaguely, "Brother, you are so pretty."

"What did you say?"

The elder brother looked up at him, his hands were covered with mud, his eyes were a little dazed, and he couldn't hear clearly.

Xiao Chuan raised his head quickly, sniffed his nose, and said loudly, "Forget it if you didn't hear it! Look at your hands, how dirty they are."

"What is this dirty? The dirt is the cleanest," the elder brother said disapprovingly, and wiped the sweat off his face with his dirty hands without hesitation, leaving a few black and dirty marks on his fair face.

"Here again," Xiao Chuan shook his head, imitating his brother's voice, and said slowly, "Soil is the most incredible thing, it looks dirty, but it can bloom the cleanest and most beautiful flowers. Contains infinite vitality, honest and kind."

"You just came here again, always learning what I do." The little brother smiled softly, gentle and elegant, looking a little shy, taking advantage of Xiao Chuan's inattention, wiped his face with muddy hands, " Come, too."

Xiao Chuan screamed and dodged, and the little brother ran up, and the two of them made a fuss, giggling so loudly that they covered the noisy cicadas on the tree.

"Xiaochuan, Qinghe, what are you doing?" The majestic voice came, and the two children froze for a moment.

Xiaochuan immediately jumped up and stood aside, Qinghe slowly got up from the ground, and then slowly stood up straight, taking no time to rush, and seemed a little careless.

"You can't grow flowers well, so what's the use of you." The voice continued, "The people who lost our Mufu."

Xiao Chuan flinched when he heard the words, his head was lowered tightly, Qinghe stood beside him and noticed it, with the back of his hand behind him, he patted his arm lightly.Xiao Chuan glanced at him secretly, just in time to see the corner of his mouth curled up.The tense heart was instantly relieved, he made a face at Qinghe, Qinghe smiled back at him.

"There's still a smile on my face!"

The reprimand continued.But Xiao Chuan felt calm, the voice was like passing through his ears, coming in his left ear and coming out his right ear, he didn't take it to heart at all.Anyway, there is a brother.

"Ten sticks of family law." Seeing that the child was still calm, the visitor was furious, and ordered to the servant behind him.

Hearing this, Xiao Chuan stepped forward anxiously, his face flushed red, and he spoke with difficulty, "Father, it's actually me..."

"Xiao Chuan." Qing He tugged at the corner of his clothes, knelt down and said to Master Mu, "Father, I was wrong."

Mr. Mu was on fire, he couldn't calm down if he made a mistake, pointed at him and cursed, "Xiao Chuan used to be the worst at growing flowers, but now he is better than you! Look at your current appearance, What does it look like."

Qinghe lowered his head and said softly, "Please calm down, father, don't get angry."

"Don't be angry! I'm so angry when I see you." Master Mu snorted, and said in a cold voice, as if he would be annoyed if he looked at him more than once, "Go to the back hall to get ten sticks." After saying that, he shook his sleeves and left.

Qing He responded softly, knelt there in good order and waited for Master Mu to walk away before standing up.

Xiao Chuan stood there blankly, watching Qing He Yun Dan briskly walking towards the back hall, with tears in his eyes, he choked and said, "Brother, I can't grow flowers, why do you always help me recognize them?" ah."

"Fool." Qinghe stopped, with a gentle smile on his face exactly like Xiaochuan's. He gently wiped away his tears for Xiaochuan, and seeing Xiaochuan's tears gradually stopped, he said, "Your body is weak and you don't need to be beaten. Take care of yourself." Hua, it will be fine after a while, don't worry."

"But, but I can't keep them well." Xiao Chuan became anxious again, he held Qinghe's arm tightly, and said, "I'll go to my father and tell him that I didn't raise the flowers well."

"Xiao Chuan!" Qing He grabbed him and became extremely strict, "Don't go."

Xiao Chuan was frightened by the cold look on his face, looked at him blankly, and asked a little silly, "Why?"

Qinghe looked at his face carefully, sighed slightly, put his small hand on the back of Xiaochuan's head, touched a bump and asked, "Does it still hurt here?"

"It doesn't hurt." Xiaochuan shook his head foolishly.

"It's my fault." Qing He touched the protruding place very gently, and said, "If I didn't lead you out to climb the mountain to see flowers, you wouldn't have fallen on your head."

"When?" Xiaochuan was a little confused, he followed Qinghe's hand to touch the bulging bag, and asked in doubt, "Why didn't I know?"

There was some struggle on Qing He's calm face, and he said in pain, "It's been a long time. You have been seriously ill. Fortunately, fortunately, you have been rescued."

Looking at Qinghe's appearance, Xiaochuan felt the pain of being picked up in his heart. He hurriedly held Qinghe's hand, and patted the back of his head heavily, "Brother, don't do this, I don't feel any pain at all!"

"Don't move." Qinghe stopped his hand and shook hands with him. There was obvious regret in the clear eyes, "Xiao Chuan, after you were sick, you forgot a lot of things, and your hands..."

When Xiao Chuan heard what he said, his arm suddenly twitched, his arm was numb and painful, his hand shook violently, and he hurriedly pulled out the hand he was holding with Qinghe, hugged that arm tightly, and forced a smile Said, "Brother, don't be afraid, this will pass soon." After saying a word, the convulsion passed, he heaved a sigh of relief, shook his hands in front of Qinghe, and said happily, "Look, it's all right now."

"Xiao Chuan..." Qing He lowered his eyes quickly, his gentle smile disappeared, he said solemnly with a deadpan face, "In this life, I can do everything for you."

"Brother." Xiao Chuan didn't know what it meant to do everything, but when he saw that Qinghe didn't smile, he felt a little flustered, "Brother, what's wrong with you?"

"It's nothing." Qinghe quickly recovered, with a smile on his face again, he took Xiaochuan's hand and walked towards the back hall, "You can go with me," he said in a low voice, winking at Xiaochuan, " Actually, I'm a little scared."

"It's all to blame for that broken flower!" Hearing the sound, Xiao Chuan suddenly changed his face, his face was overcast with clouds, he broke free from Qing He's hand, ran back to the tree, grabbed the small flower pot that was left alone in the soil, and threw it On the root of the tree, it fell to pieces.The broken tiles splashed away and hit the scroll on the side, and a small piece of paper was scratched. When the wind blew, it wobbled and floated half a foot away.

Qinghe stood quietly behind Xiaochuan, watching him tremblingly grabbing the broken tiles and throwing them over and over until he couldn't find anything bigger, then he stepped forward, held Xiaochuan's shoulders, and said softly , "Let's go."

Xiao Chuan turned around in a daze, stared blankly at Qinghe for a long time, then came back to his senses, took his hand happily, and said, "Brother, let's go find grandma, grandma won't let father beat you."

"Okay." Qinghe smiled, and the two held hands, one talking non-stop, the other listening attentively, unexpectedly harmonious, the two small figures cuddled each other, and slowly walked away.

Behind him, the originally tidy grass was trampled upside down, the thick tree roots were covered with broken tiles, and the clean boulder was covered with mud footprints, making the whole place in a mess.The previous tranquility and beauty no longer exist, and everything has been destroyed by violence and cannot be restored.

"Wuah." Someone poked him hard, Mu Qinghe came back to his senses suddenly, the two small figures gradually blurred and disappeared from the front.

"Woo, woo." The man continued to pat him, Mu Qinghe turned around in agitation, pushed the man away, and said angrily, "What are you doing!"

The mute's face covered by scars was full of shock, he pointed to Mu Qinghe, and then pointed to the front, moving his feet carefully, tentatively moving towards Mu Qinghe's side.

Mu Qinghe frowned, looked at his feet, only to realize that he was actually standing by the side of the secret passage.He sneered, and gently tapped the toe of one foot in the secret passage, feeling a sticky touch, then retracted his foot, looked at the toe with satisfaction, and said, "Take all the refined medicine and soak it Take a dip."

The mute was stunned for a moment, and didn't dare to move. Mu Qinghe waited, saw that he was still standing there stupidly, and asked, "Didn't you hear?"

"Woo," the mute gestured quickly, and anxiously said something to Mu Qinghe.

Mu Qinghe glanced at it for a second, and was not interested in reading any more. He waved his hand and said nonchalantly, "Greedy people, only death can end their dirty desires."

The mute's desperately gesticulating hand stopped, and his hands slowly hung down.

Mu Qinghe was looking at the red on his toes, inadvertently saw him lowering his head, and said with a smile, "What's wrong? I can't bear it anymore?"

The mute raised his head suddenly, his eyes were shining, and he looked at him hopefully.

Mu Qinghe met his eyes, immediately turned his head away in disgust, and said, "Why are you so happy. According to Xiong Nu's speed, such a small person would have been executed long ago."

The mute lowered his head in frustration, and stood silently behind Mu Qinghe, listless.

"Don't make such a disgusting appearance. Is there any difference between you and Xiong Nu?" Mu Qinghe smiled maliciously, put his hand on the mute's chest, and stroked it very ambiguously. What he said made the mute's original reason His beating heart slowed down quickly due to the movement in his hand.

"Woo." The mute raised his head, and stretched out his hand cautiously, trying to hold Mu Qinghe's hand.

"Get out." Mu Qinghe threw him off, and said coldly, "Go get the elixir."

The mute walked away slowly, leaving Mu Qinghe standing beside the secret passage.

In the dull air, there is a strong stench, which makes people sick.

"Even death is disgusting."

On the faces of Mu Qing and Qingxiu, there is a deep-rooted coldness, the ghosts in hell are not as indifferent and bloodthirsty as him.

The two children who had gone far away had long since disappeared before his eyes, but his heart ached badly.

The past cannot be recalled.

There is nothing left but sadness.

Spare hate.

But, then, what happened?

Grandma didn't like her brother and scolded him.

I was left there by my grandmother, and my brother went to the back hall alone.

My brother said he was scared, and he must have been terrified when he was beaten.

Mu Qinghe's heart was throbbing, and his face became more and more distorted due to resentment.

"It's all their fault!"

The backlog of hatred burst out, he raised his head and shouted, and his resentful mourning resounded in the empty tunnel.

"My lord..." The half-dead man lying there suddenly murmured, and raised his hands with great effort, trying to hold down the case under him to prop up his body.

The abbot of Jinguang Temple raised his prostrate head slowly, just in time to see the man lift the remaining half of his body with great effort, trying to sit up.On the other side, blood flowed out again from the wound that had started to solidify. The man groaned in pain, raised his head a little, and drooped powerlessly. There were tears at the corners of his eyes, and the blood flowed into his temples.

"Don't move. Don't move." Before the abbot recovered from his joy of not dying, he was startled by his dying appearance.He stepped forward in a panic, wanting to bandage his wound, but he didn't know where to touch it.

"Amitabha, benefactor. You have to hold on." He looked at the man's dilated pupils and repeated over and over again, "My Buddha blesses me, my Buddha blesses me." He couldn't remember a single line of prayer.This is a nightmare that happened before my eyes, and it is even more terrifying than ten years ago.