Always be relatives with Zha Gong [Quick time travel]

I am happy with you!

I like you!

Please!

you!

A few words echoed in Lin Heng's ears for a long time. Is he hallucinating?

Seeing that Lin Hengjiu didn't respond, the usually indifferent young monk's eyes were filled with panic.

Pinching the quilt with her fingertips, she was at a loss and frightened: "You, don't you like me anymore?"

The pure-minded Buddha was moved. After escaping half a year ago, he finally bravely confessed his heart.

Before that, he thought it would be difficult to confess, but now, he is really relieved.

Since you are tempted, why deny it.

However, at this moment, he was a little scared.

He looked at the handsome and mature man in front of him.

After half a year, his longing for the person in front of him is undoubtedly the madness buried in his heart.

He likes Lin Heng, but does Lin Heng still like him now?

Wuchen was not sure, as Lin Heng remained silent for longer, his heart became colder and colder, and the light in his eyes that was originally lit when he saw him dimmed a little bit, dead silent.

The hand that was subconsciously grabbing Lin Heng's lapel slowly dropped.

He lowered his eyes and his voice was hoarse: "I understand, thank you last night, you go back, what happened last night, just pretend it never happened."

As soon as the words fell, the chin was lifted again, and before Wu Chen could react, Lin Heng kissed her.

His kiss was domineering, forceful, with a breath like a storm.

He hugged the slender young monk tightly, as if he wanted to rub the latter into his bones.

Wu Chen passively closed her eyes, indulging in the intimacy created by the man.

It is different from the cautious and gentle way when Lin Heng kissed him tentatively at the beginning of the two.

It's not the reunion after a long absence last night, with longing and longing.

It’s like catharsis, the dissatisfaction with the young monk who took a long time to recognize his heart, the strong joy that he finally recognized his heart, and the helplessness and dumbfounding of his lack of confidence.

It took a long time before Lin Heng let go of the person in his arms.

There was a blush in the corners of the young monk's eyes, he slowly opened his eyes, physiological teardrops hung on the slender eyelashes, and his clear eyes seemed to be smiling.

Obviously, he should be a sincere and desireless disciple of the Buddha, but at this time, for Lin Heng, he was willing to be dropped from the Buddhist altar and degenerated into a goblin.

Lin Heng looked at him pretending to be fierce, and said in a bad tone: "What did you just say, when nothing happened last night? Why, you want to have a relationship with me and have a child like a few years ago. But lost again and we want to leave again?"

Wuchen who was suddenly questioned was stunned for a moment, then shook his head in a daze: "I didn't mean that."

Lin Heng raised his eyebrows: "Oh, what do you mean?"

Wu Chen moved his lips, his nails pinched the quilt more and more, he hesitated, his fair cheeks flushed red: "I, I..."

Seeing the young monk bewildered, flustered and not knowing how to express himself, Lin Heng gradually suppressed the evil taste in his heart.

He hugged Wuchen, his movements were extremely gentle, and there was tenderness between his brows. He patted Wuchen's back and comforted him: "Okay, I was teasing you just now, I know, you are pleasing to me, I love you." I also like you."

The restless person in his arms gradually calmed down, his hands tentatively wrapped around Lin Heng's thin waist, and leaned against his chest.

After half a year, the heart that had nowhere to rest finally found a home.

Suddenly, he was hugged horizontally by Lin Heng, and Wu Chen let out an exclamation.

"You, what are you doing?"

"Take you to breakfast."

"You put me down."

"Lin Heng!"

"Okay, okay, don't move around, I'll let you down."

Just as Lin Heng put him down, Wuchen's legs went limp, he staggered and almost fell.

"Let me hug you. You were so tired last night, and you must have not recovered yet."

When Lin Heng said this, he didn't have any thoughts at all, but Wu Chen's face turned red.

Although he can't remember clearly what happened last night, he still has an impression.

Last night, it was really tossing for too long.

His body and legs are really weak now, and he wants to go back to bed and lie down.

But he wanted to eat the food made by Lin Heng himself, and it was too embarrassing to be carried away.

The little monk was shy, but Lin Heng didn't force him, instead he hugged him and supported him.

Thinking that the little guy is a monk, and he worked so hard last night, Lin Heng made some light porridge and vegetables.

He wanted to feed the little monk, but the latter was unwilling.

After eating, Wu Chen hesitated and shyly asked what happened last night.

"Wuxin gave you medicine, I just found out when I came back, so..."

Mentioning Wuxin, Lin Heng's eyes flashed with murderous intent.

This person cannot be kept.

Wuchen frowned, he guessed right, it really was Wuxin.

Drug!

There was a touch of coolness on the corners of Wuchen's lips.

He couldn't imagine what he would look like if he was unintentionally succeeded last night, probably, he would kill himself in front of the Buddha.

But now, it was replaced by Lin Heng.

Wuchen lowered his eyes and pondered carefully, and a firm look flashed across his eyes.

"You, why did you disappear then?" Wuchen asked, moving his lips.

This matter has been on his mind for half a year.

Lin Heng didn't know how to explain it, he couldn't tell the so-called fast time travel and return to reality.

After pondering for a moment, he said: "I don't know either. At that time, an invisible force was pulling me away. I couldn't resist, so I was forced to leave. When I opened my eyes again, I came back."

Lin Heng didn't know whether Wuchen would believe it, but luckily he didn't ask again.

After breakfast, Wu Chen planned to go to find the abbot.

"I'll go with you." Lin Heng probably knew what he was going to say.

Wuchen looked at the hands they shook and knew that Lin Heng was determined.

The two came outside the abbot's meditation room.

Wuchen stopped in his tracks.

"You go in first, you wait for me outside, if necessary, I will call you in again."

Lin Heng agreed.

Wuchen raised his hand and knocked on the door a few times, a familiar and old voice came from inside.

"Come in."

Push the door open and enter.

What comes into view are familiar furnishings, Buddha statues, futons, Buddhist scriptures, simple tables, chairs and beds.

This is the meditation room where the abbot lives, and it is also the place he has entered countless times, just because the master who loves him lives here.

The abbot slowly got up from the futon, turned around and looked at Wuchen, with a familiar look of doting on his eyes.

For Wuchen, the abbot not only treats him as a disciple, but also loves him as a child.

"Master, this disciple comes to confess his sin." Wuchen knelt down after saying that.

The abbot was not surprised as he twisted the beads in his hand, as if he had already expected it.

Wu Chen kowtowed slowly.

"Master, this disciple has broken the precepts, and the Buddha's heart is not firm. I am afraid that I am not qualified to serve in front of the Buddha anymore, and I will not be able to promote the Buddha's teachings."

The abbot's gaze fell on Wuchen's head, where three thousand strands of hair had already been shaved, but there was no ring scar like other monks.

He sighed slowly: "Wuchen, do you know that when you became a monk, why didn't your teacher get your ring scars on you? In fact, you can't be considered a real monk without getting your ring scars."