Everyone owes me a favor

Ruyi: "..."

Ruyi said succinctly: "You guys rest earlier."

After saying that, he flicked his sleeves away vigorously, and his clenched fist was blocked by the hanging cuffs.

After seeing off Ruyi, Luo Fuchun and Sang Luojiu went back to their room.

Seeing Sang Luojiu making the bed and pouring water in a good mood, Luo Fuchun's eyes brightened, his mood improved unconsciously: "What are you laughing at?"

Sang Luojiu: "Because I encountered something interesting."

Luo Fuchun sat down on the edge of the bed, full of curiosity: "What's interesting, tell me about it?"

Sang Luojiu said docilely: "In life, you always have to find some pleasant things to do, and the happiness in it can only be felt, not expressed in words."

As he said, he knelt on the quilt, and he didn't know whether it was intentional or not, he gently placed one hand between Luo Fuchun's slightly parted knees: "... For example, when you are with senior brother, Luo Jiu always feels happy."

If it was in the past, Luo Fuchun would definitely not think wildly about this simple sentence, just laugh it off.

However, Sang Luojiu's high-minded remarks about Feng Ling's brothers are still in my ears...

Luo Fuchun's heart suddenly fluttered for a moment, and when he looked at his junior brother again, he suddenly became less calm.

To hide his embarrassment, he patted Sang Luojiu's shoulder vigorously, and forced a smile: "This is... of course, you and I are brothers, we should always be happy when we are together."

Sang Luojiu knelt down in front of him, smiled slightly: "Yes. Can Luojiu take a bath first?"

Luo Fuchun: "Ah... um. Let's go."

After Sang Luo knelt down in front of him for a long time, and unbuttoned the top collar, Luo Fuchun realized that something was wrong with the situation, and suddenly jumped up, bumping his head against the carved flower on the bed frame, and immediately curled up in pain.

Sang Luojiu rubbed his head for him, and said with a smile, "Why is senior brother reacting so strongly? We share the same bed, live and bathe together, and it's not a day or two. Senior brother's reaction like this scares Luo Jiu."

Hearing this, Luo Fuchun suddenly felt guilty, breathing in the pain, while comforting the frightened little junior, saying that he was fine.

After Sang Luojiu turned into the screen with an inexplicably happy smile on his face, Luo Fuchun fanned his face with his hands, wondering if it was time for him to find a Taoist companion.

On the other side, Haijing and Ruyi lived in the same room.

In a place where no one was around, Ruyi finally changed back into a snow-white cassock, her long black hair unraveled, and she sat on the couch, bowing her head and flipping through a book.

Haijing peeked at him, feeling strange.

His family's junior uncle is considered a strange species in Hanshan Temple.

He was ordained as a monk, but he didn't burn the scars of his precepts; he kept many precepts, but broke the precept of killing; he could be outstanding, but he was still just a layman.

The so-called lay Buddhists are people who practice at home. They don’t need to be ordained. They only need to observe the three refuges and five precepts, and they don’t even need to completely sever their ties to the world.

Before going out this trip, because of Ruyi's cold temperament, it was difficult to get along with each other, Haijing only dared to silently respect Ruyi from a distance, and he was not familiar with this little uncle.

Now that he has traveled a lot with him, and has seen a lot, Hai Jing realizes that his relationship with him is still unsatisfactory, and he still cares about him.

So, why did he stay in Hanshan Temple and force himself to practice hard?

Isn't this self-suffering?

Haijing couldn't hold back his words, so he asked questions whenever he had any questions.

"It's not self-sufficiency." Ruyi flipped through a page of the book and replied, "At that time, I was at the intersection, waiting for someone to return. An old monk from Hanshan Temple passed by and thought I was lost, so he gave me a mouthful of porridge and rice. I asked him, why repay him?"

For a moment, the scene of the past appeared again.

The white-haired old monk said a lot of things that he would not ask for in return for his kindness, but he still wanted to repay his kindness as before.

The old monk has no reason to forcefully stop people from repaying his kindness, he just treats him to a meal from a beggar, how can he repay it?

He is not very proficient in words, he touched You Hongchen's forehead in embarrassment, and said dryly: "Make good friends and be kind to others."

You Hongchen: "Yes. I wrote it down. But this is for the world. What can I do for you alone?"

"For the old monk?"

The old monk laughed.

His Buddha-nature is blunt, and he can't say the truth of "I am one of the people in the world". He just feels that this child is really stubborn, so he simply told him all his recent troubles: "Old monk, I only hope that Hanshan Temple Everything is safe and smooth. The surroundings of Hanshan Temple are not peaceful recently, and there are many thieves. From time to time, some people sneak into the dining hall over the wall, steal food and bowls, and sometimes even eat and take, and even scrape away the lamp oil, so that the eternal lamp in front of the Buddha is extinguished Several times. Although the Buddha wants to save the world, it always makes the monks hungry, which is not very good."

……

After recalling it, Ruyi turned another page of the book: "I assured him at that time that there will be no thief in Hanshan Temple."

Hai Jing was stunned for a moment, and asked hesitantly, "...is that elder an eminent monk in the monastery?"

Ruyi said: "He used to be the person who guarded the treasury of Hanshan Temple and was in charge of buying lamp oil for the Buddha. His dharma name is Jingkuan. You have never seen him. He passed away due to illness the second year I came to the temple."

Haijing didn't expect that Ruyi would guard Hanshan Temple for ten years because of the mere kindness of a meal.

He said sincerely: "Little uncle is kind and righteous, keeps promises, and is a superior person."

Ruyi repeated it with self-deprecating words: "...a superior person."

The person he wanted to repay the most, didn't want any repayment from him.

What's more, he still doesn't know exactly who he wants to repay.

Haijing moved closer: "...Little Martial Uncle."

Ruyi stepped out of his emotions and asked, "What else do you want to ask?"

Haijing kindly reminded: "The book is upside down."

Ruyi: "..."

He was about to put the book in place as if nothing had happened, when he suddenly heard a human voice not far from the window: "Brother, come and see."

...it was him again.

What kind of mystery is Feng Ruyu up to?The injury is just right, so you refuse to stay in bed and have a good rest?

Ruyi grasped the scroll tightly, stood up, and observed the situation outside from the oyster shell window.

The two monks and the two roads live next to each other, and each has a small arched pavilion. At night, you can taste wine and enjoy music here, and enjoy the river moon with a bottle.

At this time, Feng Rugu was lying on the railing of the pavilion in his room, talking loudly: "I said this place is the best. There is a large lake directly opposite, and it will be lively at night."

Chang Boning: "I'm afraid that playing the pipa at night will disturb your sleep? Your injury has just recovered."

Feng Ruyuan waved his hand: "I like the sensuality of the world the most. With these, I am not afraid of any injuries."

Hearing the words, Chang Boning's thoughts moved, thinking about the things he had been sitting in the mountains all these years, he felt guilty towards him, touched his back, and said: "Okay, just be happy as before. Senior brother will make some for you tonight." Snack, no matter what time you make trouble, the senior brother will accompany you."

Feng Ruyuan cheered and threw himself into Chang Boning's arms.

Chang Boning was very satisfied, hugging his waist, bouncing up and down, and said in a low voice: "It's lighter again, isn't it?"

Chang Boning was originally a son of Shangshu, and he never touched the spring water. It was not until his junior brother came to Fengling, with a poor appetite, lying on the bed coquettishly and refusing to get up, that he groped into the kitchen for the first time.

The only bit of human aura on his body was brought to him by Feng Ruyuan.

Feng Rugu put his arms around Chang Boning's neck, thinking that the next door should be able to hear the movement here.

His family's Xiao Hongchen is the most serious person, firstly he doesn't like people talking and joking with him, secondly he doesn't like people touching his body, thirdly he doesn't like people being frivolous, fourthly he doesn't like people being weak and coquettish, fifthly he doesn't like people being too close to his precious adoptive father .

Especially the last point, he has no relatives, no teachers, no friends, and only has one adoptive father in his life, so it is inevitable that he will have the desire to monopolize in the journey of family love.

Isn't it also because of this that he hates himself so much that he has never met?

This day, he touched the taboo all over, presumably if he continued to toss around like this, his thoughts that he shouldn't have would disappear soon.

Ruyi next door did exactly what he expected, he was so angry that he didn't even eat dinner.

He went for a walk by the lake. In order to avoid being seen by others, he deliberately removed his monk robe and changed into casual clothes. He also put on a veil to cover his face.

If he were to live under the same roof with Feng Ruyu again, he might be pissed off by this person.

Plum Blossom Town is not big at first, with many bridges and plenty of water. The people in the town love elegance. The Xianghe song has sad sounds and elegant music, which is really lively.

There have been ghosts in the town for a long time, but they only kill newlyweds. The young men and women are not very afraid, as if it is a doomsday carnival, they go out to have fun more and more frequently, so as to relieve their worries.

There is endless music by the lake.

Everything about Ruyi was taught by his righteous father himself, and so was the melody. After listening to it a few times, he could roughly tell which one was better and which one was worse, and he inevitably felt itchy.

Under the influence of his adoptive father, he is also a music lover, but in the Buddhist monastery where he practiced in silence, he couldn't afford such an instrument of elegant music, such as a harp, so Ruyi made a purple bamboo flute to entertain himself in his spare time.

Now that he has nothing else to do, he simply sits by the lake, and among the many music sounds, he starts to play casually.

He just blew it out of whim, at first he only blew intermittent idle notes, unable to tell what state of mind he was in, and then gradually broke into songs, which were just blown out of his mouth, not part of any existing songs, but It's just blowing and listening to yourself.

However, unexpectedly, an ethereal piano sound drifted across the water from afar, and caught up with his beat.

At first, Ruyi thought it was a coincidence, so he went on bragging about it.

He imagined himself swimming in the lotus leaves reaching the sky.

Who would have thought that the konghou sound could easily comprehend his meaning, following him, the more Lingling he saw, the vast expanse of blue lotus, it would be difficult to sail the boat.

If you think about the sound of pine trees in your heart, that person can play the rhyme of pine waves.

Just like blowing the bright moon in one breath, that person can pop up colorful clouds to cover the sky.

Gradually, as soon as his melancholy thoughts popped out, all kinds of hesitation and difficulty entangled his heart, making him entangled in confusion, and it was rare to be at ease.

Such a complicated intention, the other party can easily understand the meaning, the melody is clear and clear, playing the sound of flowing water, indicating to him that time is like water, it is better to have fun in time, to do what is in the heart, don't hesitate and waste time.

Ruyi's flute sound stopped abruptly, and her gaze was fixed on the window lattice where Feng Ruyi was flickering.

He finally recognized that the music came from there.

The sound of the harp lost its support and suddenly disappeared.

Ruyi took two steps in that direction, his heart beating wildly.

is it you?

Is it foster father?

Ruyi put away the flute and hurried to the inn.

He didn't dare to use his spiritual power, he just ran all the way back, and recklessly pushed open the sealed door without knocking.

Chang Boning was holding the phoenix-headed harp, sitting in the middle of the room.

Seeing him, Chang Boning immediately said: "Not here as usual."

As soon as he glanced at the room, his heart was empty for a moment, and when he turned his gaze back to Chang Boning, he was a little absent-minded: "Father...has improved a lot in piano skills."

Chang Boning: "...?"

Chang Boning: "...ah."

Chang Boning: "Cough. Just play around with your hands."

That feeling of nothing to say struck again.

The two were silent for a while, each having their own concerns.

Ruyi thought that among the thousands of tunes, his only bosom friend was his adoptive father.

But the moment he ran all the way up, he was thinking in his heart, if the person who played the piano was Feng Ruyuan, it would be fine.

If you think about it, you are still a righteous father after all.

He couldn't tell how he felt at the moment, so he just bowed his head slightly, and said goodbye: "Father, I'm sorry to disturb you, let's go to bed earlier."

After he left for a long time, Feng Rugu came back from the outside with a bad complexion.

Chang Boning knew at a glance that he had a bad start: "Did you find the person who played the hole flute?"

Feng Ruyuan shook his head: "It doesn't matter if we meet by chance, it's all fate, we don't need to meet each other."

Having said that, Chang Boning couldn't help but laugh at his disappointed face.

Chang Boning didn't understand the rhythm, but he could feel Feng Rugu's mood: "Is it still not reconciled?"

Feng Ruyuan said aggrievedly: "Yes."

Just now when the sound of the flute stopped, Feng Rugu was very anxious, fearing that his bosom friend would get away, he specially asked himself to use his spiritual power to send him downstairs to find him.

It's just that there are no more people playing the hole flute by the lakeside.

Feng Ruyuan nodded and rubbed his fingers lightly, there was still the coolness of harp strings on his fingers.

Chang Boning wanted to say something else to comfort him: "Ruyi just came to see you. He seems to have heard you playing the piano."

Feng Rugu lost the confidant who sang with him, and lost the interest to continue playing: "I won't play anymore, I won't play anymore."

He had asked Haijing specifically, knowing that Ruyi had gone out for a walk, so he took out the konghou and played a note or two casually.

As for finding the clear and clear sound of the hole flute among the thousands of melodious sounds, it was purely a surprise.

It's just that this unexpected joy went so fast that he didn't even have time to catch up.

Feng Rugu put away the harp, leaned on the side of the small pavilion, and listened to the gaudy tunes of the oirans on the boat to relieve his worries.

Ruyi next door was sitting on a wooden chair next to the pavilion, and could only see Feng Ruzhi, who had returned, shaking his head and beating the beat to those unsavory obscene songs, thinking, this is really the real talent. The same old taste.

However, he still couldn't help but stare at the young man with vulgar taste.

Feng Ruyuan's reflection fell on the window, drifting left and right with the swaying lights, accompanied by his occasional laughter, people only felt that his shadow was alive and fragrant.

Ruyi couldn't help raising his hand, followed his shadow on the wall with his fingertips, and stroked gently in the air.

Today, the words of the tea maid rang in his ears.

Treat him with extra care and effort...

Ru Yi was in a daze for a long time before he realized what he was thinking. He suddenly pressed his hand down and stood up abruptly.

absurd!It's ridiculous!

Why should he waste his time on Feng Ruyu, the most vulgar person in the world!

He shouldn't have come back!

It wasn't too late, so he simply went to the night market in Meihua Town.

The lights here are brilliant, and it looks like a worldly scene, like a single person walking in it, like an outsider.

Until a cry brought him back to the world of mortals: "My guest, take a look at the good comb."

comb……

For no reason, Ruyi thought of the appearance of Feng Rugu being bullied by himself in the past few days, with long dark cloud-like hair scattered on the snow-white pillow, he couldn't help but stop and stare.

The comb seller immediately began to sell them vigorously: "Guest officer, here are the best green sandalwood combs, jade combs, and horn combs. Take a look, which one do you like?"

Ruyi: "Well. If you want to give someone a comb, which one is suitable?"

"Give it to a woman?"

Thinking of the eyebrows and lip balm Feng Ruyuan gifted to him today, Ruyi said angrily: "Yes."

He emphasized again: "We are going to get married soon."

Hearing the word "marriage", the groomer was a little nervous: "The guest officer is not a local, is he?"

"No." Ruyi said, "It came from other places."

The comber let out a sigh of relief.

Since the guest came from another place, he should return to the place where he was to get married and marry a wife.

As long as he doesn't get married in the current Plum Blossom Town, he can sell combs without worry.

He put on an ambiguous smile again: "The guest officer is the right one."

Ru Yi is really ignorant on the journey of love, he really doesn't understand these complicated worldly rules, and he doesn't understand why the boss laughs, so he just nods silently, which is regarded as acquiescing to his words.

"Does the guest want something more elegant or more refined?"

Ruyi: "...the more expensive ones."

People like Feng Ruyuan are hypocritical and extravagant, and they are as delicate as a piece of fragile jade, so they want the best in everything.

The comb dealer was also unambiguous, opened a small gold-painted box, and took out a jade comb from it. The style is simple and simple, and the body is carved with orchids, which is also elegant.

If you take a look at it and think it is acceptable, you take the silver and hand it over to the boss.

He thought, this is something he bought casually on the street, and it doesn't count as a thought, and it doesn't count as a waste of time and effort.

Feng Ruyu sent Mei Dai lip balm, and he should have something in return.

When handing over the gold-painted box, the comber smiled pointedly: "Guest officer, wedding is a happy event. The shop gave me something as a gift, and put it in the cushion under the box. Remember to take it."

Ruyi hummed, but never took this matter to heart.

However, in order to show that "I am not paying attention", he never looked at the comb carefully, let alone noticed that there is an inscription on the back of the comb:

"Wait until Qianjinchun·Xiaoshi, and draw eyebrows like distant mountains."