The sky was getting darker, the cool breeze was blowing, and the leaves were falling silently.

The little monk squatted in front of the Anfu Gate, swinging his legs boringly, twisting his head to look around at the hurried pedestrians on the street.

"Little monk, come in" Ling'er in Anfu was waving her hand, signaling the little monk to go in.

The little monk turned his head and looked at Ling'er, "What are you doing?"

The young lady didn't know what was going on, so she said that she was tired and went back to her room, and said nothing else. Ling'er explained.

"Then why are you calling me?" The little monk was a little disheartened, and looked at Ling'er helplessly to reply.

"It's going to get dark soon, come in, I'll get you two big steamed buns in the kitchen. Ling'er said with a smile, took out two big steamed buns from her arms with both hands, and motioned for the little monk to come and get them.

The little monk looked at the steamed buns held in the palm of Ling'er's hand, and his stomach "gurgled", and the little monk smiled shyly when he heard that his stomach was so uncompromising.

Ling'er walked up to the little monk, looking at the little monk's well-behaved and cute appearance, and felt that this little guy was a little likable.

"Then you, do you want it?" Ling'er pretended to be hypocritical.

"Yes, of course," the little monk stretched out his hands and took the two steamed buns held in the palm of Ling'er's arms, which were still hot, "Ah, a big mouthful" The little monk bit on the steamed buns.

"Ling'er?" Still shouting was heard from inside the house.

"Little monk, you eat by yourself, I'll go in first. Ling'er ran to the still room.

Ran through the corridor of the house, passing through the study, Ling'er stopped, stood outside the door, looked at the study through the door, Ling'er's eyes were melancholy, her expression was complicated, and her body was motionless.

The shouts are still the same, but Ling'er has never moved her footsteps, standing quietly at the door of the study, suppressing her breathing, Ling'er noticed the mysterious breath in the study, but she can't say it, she can only feel that there is an eerie atmosphere in the study.

"Ling'er, where have you been, and you haven't come for a long time. Still pushing the door open, his mouth grumbling, but his face was still a little dull.

"Ling'er, why are you standing there?"

"Ling'er?" Still calling Ling'er who was standing in front of the door of the study again and again, Ling'er didn't seem to hear the call and was stunned in front of the door of the study.

The still look is obviously a little tired, often accompanied by his face, and his voice seems to be a little weak, and he walks slowly, slowly moving his steps.

The still hand was raised slightly, and there was a slight tremor faintly, and it fell on Ling'er's shoulder, "What should I talk to you?"

The breath is still getting weaker and weaker, and his right hand is stuck on his waist, but his head is looking down at the ground.

"Shhh......hhh Ling'er put her fingertips between her lips and whispered. There was a serious look on his face.

Still didn't care, "Godfather is in the study." Still answered.

"It's not Master An, it's someone else. Ling'er continued.

The two steamed buns in the hands of the little monk outside the mansion gate were swallowed into his stomach with a sound of "ah, so full", and the little monk looked up at the already dark sky, and a cold wind blew, blowing the little monk shivering.

The little monk was a little lost and wanted to leave, this Anfu didn't seem to have any nostalgia for his arrival, but it was his own arrival, which made him suffer two beatings.

The little monk, sighed in frustration, got up and jumped down the steps, and walked in the direction of the temple, with a smile on his face, his heart had long forgotten today's unfortunate situation, two hot steamed buns, so that the little monk's heart was completely warmed.

The old monk abbot in the street, holding a Zen staff in his hand, walked slowly towards Anfu, under the dim night, the crowd in the street was already bustling, not noisy, a gust of cool autumn wind whistling in the street, and the people who came in a hurry curled up and complained about the damn weather.

The little monk waved his arms to his heart's content, the smile on his face made people look very comfortable, happily jumping on the street, the old monk abbot looked a little desolate, the old body, the bent back, every step of the foot was extremely heavy, the traces of the years were imprinted on the face full of wind and frost, in addition to the robe that looked quite expensive on the body, it seemed to be interpreting the old monk's bleak and embarrassing realm, the little monk from south to north, the old monk from north to south, the figure of the master and apprentice summed up this almost autumn night, some lonely street。

"Master," the little monk saw the old monk abbot who was walking slowly on the street in the distance, quickened his pace, and ran to the old monk's side.

"Master, why are you here?" the little monk asked suspiciously.

"Little one, where are you going?" the old monk asked with a quick breath.

"Go back to the temple, master. ”

The little monk responded, "Have you solved the matter I gave you?" the old monk asked again.

"Uh...... No, no," the little monk lowered his head in annoyance.

"Let's go, go again with the master. The old monk raised his hand and patted the little monk's head.

The little monk was very puzzled, raised his head to look at the old monk and asked, "Go back?"

The old monk saw the little monk's puzzlement, laughed a few times and said, "Yes, go back." The master is here to help you, but there is a past. ”

The little monk didn't understand what the old monk meant, didn't answer, reached out and took the Zen staff in the old monk's right hand, and struggled to resist on his shoulder.

The master and apprentice were one after the other, and the late autumn night was a little cool, but the company of the master and apprentice warmed the hearts of the two.

An Fuzhong, still hanging his head, the muscles on his face were already crowded together, there were bursts of moans from his mouth from time to time, beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and his face was pale. Her legs were weak, and she was still shaking Ling'er beside her weakly with her hands.

Ling'er was shaken out of the sluggishness by the still strong sense of shaking. looked at the person who was almost sitting on the ground next to him, and quickly bent down to support him.

"Miss, what's wrong with you?" Ling'er asked anxiously, but only moaned from her mouth.

Ling'er panicked, it was still a little unusual, and this sudden discomfort made Ling'er panic.

Ling'er leaned on the steps at the door of the study, got up and said, "Miss, you wait for me, I'll go find the second miss." Still a little haggard, he raised his head slightly, and stretched out his hand to wave Ling'er without going.

Ling'er's heart was already panicked by the still situation, so she just turned around and ran to the second lady's room, and didn't see the still signal.

"Second Miss, come with me, Miss she doesn't know what's wrong," Ling'er said anxiously.

An Xuan didn't hesitate at all, got up and ran out of the house with Ling'er.