Always be relatives with Zha Gong [Quick time travel]

Tizi completely hugged the man's leg, holding him tightly, for fear that if he let go, the man in front of him would disappear.

On a quiet night, the ancient temple was secluded, and the bright moonlight poured down like water, reflecting the face of the man.

The young monk looks about twenty years old, with light eyebrows and eyes, as elegant as a carefully drawn painting, with a small and delicate nose, full lips with a bright red luster, the skin on his face, in this night, is actually whiter than the moonlight It was a little bit, crystal clear white, but like fine jade, the moonlight fell on his body, just coating that elegant body with a halo.

If the young monk is as elegant as an exiled immortal, but those pair of pupils forcibly tore away that immortal energy.

Under the cold eyebrows, there was a tear mole as bright as cinnabar. Under the youth's elegance and refinement, it abruptly added a bit of coquettishness.

Cold and flirtatious, exiled immortal and goblin, they are obviously so contradictory, but they blend together, but I have to say that the young monk blends these contradictory temperaments just right.

His figure seemed to be slightly slender, even though he was wearing a large red cassock, he still looked slender.

The young monk didn't grow any hair, but he didn't have any scars either.

If Lin Heng was here and saw this scene, he would definitely say: A good-looking person is still good-looking even if he has no hair.

Wu Chen was twisting a brown Buddhist bead with one hand, and the other hand was hanging under the sleeve of the wide cassock.

He lowered his eyes and casually glanced at the little boy in front of him. Two seconds later, he looked away and landed on the little girl hugging his thigh.

A pink jacket, two round buns on the head, tied with pink hair bands, a small face carved with pink jade, eyes like grapes, big and bright, hidden inside it cannot be concealed joy.

Ben was looking at it casually, but he didn't expect that when he saw the little girl's face and the tear mole in the corner of her eye that was exactly the same as his own, Wu Chen's hand holding the prayer beads stopped.

A trace of doubt flashed through my heart, but it quickly disappeared.

He withdrew his gaze, and there was no shock in his cold eyes. He spoke unhurriedly, his voice was as sweet as the sound of heaven, and like the Sanskrit sound from a distant place.

"The two little benefactors, I'm afraid they have admitted the wrong person."

Wu Chen's simple words were poured on the two children like cold water, and their hearts were actually a little bit colder than this winter.

Grape's strength in holding Wuchen's thigh tightened a bit, and her tender voice had turned into tears at some point: "Little Daddy, don't you want me and brother, father and king? Grace is really very Miss you very much."

Raisin's tears were as crystal clear as pearls, and fell like rain.

Tizi's crying did not arouse Wuchen's emotional fluctuations, he still said the same words: "I'm afraid the little benefactor may have identified the wrong person. The poor monk's dharma name is Wuchen, and he is a monk."

He emphasized the word monk, since he is a monk, how can he have children.

Moreover, in his memory, he has never had a child.

"Little dad is bad, you just don't want to recognize me and brother." Grace complained with red eyes.

"Little benefactor, please let go of the poor monk."

Grace hugged her tightly and didn't let go, with a stubborn expression on her face.

Wuchen was not angry, and just looked at her lightly.

At this time, Xiao Pu, who had been silent all this time, stepped forward and wanted to pull the grapes away.

The child's voice was only immature and soft, with a stubbornness that didn't match his age: "Tizi, let's go."

Tizi didn't let go, and cried, "Brother, I won't go."

Xiao Pu broke her hand away, and shouted in a loud voice: "He doesn't want us anymore, why are you still pestering him, hurry up, without him, we can live a good life with our father and Uncle Ye Zi." .”

"But...but..." Tizi was out of breath from crying, and Xiao Bo had already pulled her to her side.

But, what's the same.

Xiao Pu silently took out a handkerchief, wiped Tizi's tears, and said viciously to Tizi for the first time, "Don't cry, let's go, he doesn't want us, and we don't want him either."

In the end, Tizi was taken away by Little Bodhi.

While being pulled by the grape, he looked back at Wu Chen, his small body trembling from crying, looking like an abandoned cub, pitiful.

If other people saw this appearance, they would definitely be so soft-hearted that they would want to hug the little girl up and hug her high.

But Wuchen only looked at it for two more seconds, then looked away, without any expression on his face, and walked in another direction, coming and going without a trace.

The small figures of Xiaopu and Tizi disappeared in the darkness around the corner, and they climbed out of bed and went back to the house.

"Brother..." Tizi climbed onto the bed and wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Xiaopu.

There was no light in the room, and it was dark, and Xiao Bo's expression could not be seen, only his voice could be heard: "Don't talk, it's already late, it's time to go to bed, what's the matter, let's talk about it tomorrow."

Grape hesitated for a long while, but obediently obeyed, probably tired from crying, and soon fell asleep.

At this time, a small figure got out of the bed next to him and came to Tizi's bedside.

Borrowing the moonlight, Xiao Pu wiped away the tears still hanging on Tizi's cheeks.

Xiao Bo blinked his eyes, tears fell from his already wet eyes, and he didn't make a sound.

After wiping the tears for the grapes, Xiao Bo silently crawled back to his bed, wrapped his whole body in the quilt, and curled up in the quilt, leaning against the innermost side, pitying the quilt from time to time. The ball inside was trembling slightly.

The next day, Lin Heng saw the red and swollen eyes of the two little guys.

"What's wrong with you guys? Are you crying?" Could it be that you are too excited to see the runaway little dad?

Xiaopu and Tizi looked at each other, both expressing that they were not crying.

Lin Heng was silent for a moment, and did not press them any further.

Today, all the monks of Luoshi Monastery will come out to chant scriptures and pray for Lin Kingdom together with the royal family.

When Lin Heng came with his two children, all the monks had arrived.

There is a monk sitting on a futon, there are about a hundred people.

So, who is that irresponsible little bastard who ran with the ball and sent the baby back a year later?

In fact, Lin Heng didn't make much effort and found the man very quickly.

He was at the front of the monks, and what Lin Heng recognized was undoubtedly his face, which was [-]% like his own daughter's.

Qingjun's face is like a banished fairy, but he can't be played with from a distance, he just sat quietly in front of the futon, in front of him was a wooden fish, before the wooden fish rang, he closed his eyes, twirling the Buddhist beads with both hands leisurely.

Lin Heng looked at the young monk quietly. He had an elegant temperament, like a snow lotus in Tianshan Mountains, clean and pure, but a tear mole as bright as cinnabar under his eyelid was like a drop of blood dripping on the snow lotus, dotted with a touch of coquettish red. .

Lin Heng narrowed his eyes slightly, the irresponsible little monk finally found you.