"It should be a woman...... Fang Zheng muttered.

At this moment, a burst of music sounded in my ears.

"The clock on the windowsill is ticking

It was raining outside the window

I stared

Dusty guitars

It's just that the string of love is loose

I'm in a vase

Crying lilies

……”

"Master, what kind of song is this, it's very good...... It's just a little sad. Red Boy asked curiously.

Fang Zheng looked up and saw a pot of lilies on the balcony on the third floor, the window was open, the white curtain danced gently with the wind, and a wind chime was hung on the window, dancing with the wind, making a tinkling sound, as if dancing to this song.

Before the song was finished, the music stopped, and I didn't know what was going on in the room.

"Master, what kind of song is this?" asked the red boy.

Fang Zheng said: "The crying lily, when I was in school for the teacher, I heard it. No one listens to it now...... "Fang Zheng rarely listens to the popular songs now, and I don't know if anyone still listens to the songs of his young era. Perhaps, but more of them are nostalgic people......

Fang Zheng shook his head, this song made him think a lot, thinking of the rustle of the pen on the paper in the classroom when he was in school, thinking of the symbols written in chalk on the blackboard that made him dizzy, and thinking of the girls he had secretly watched......

"Crying lilies, it sounds sad, forget it, I don't want to. Red Boy muttered.

At this moment, an exclamation suddenly came from upstairs: "Ahhh

Syllable!

Fang Zheng only felt that something was smashed on his head, and then a piece of dirt, the tiles fell, and a flower fell down, Fang Zheng grabbed the flower with his hand, and the petals shook, but they did not fall apart.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry......" A girl exclaimed from upstairs.

Fang Zheng pulled the dirt off his bald head, and looked up to see a girl dressed a little neutral talking nervously, and then shrunk back.

"Don't you know what it means to run a monk who can run a temple?"

Boom!

Fang Zheng raised his hand and gave the red boy a burst chestnut, what is this bear child talking nonsense? Are they monks!

The red boy said dissatisfied: "Master, the words are not rough, it is original, what kind of person is this? The flower pot fell and hit the person, and it actually retracted and was silent......

"Who is silent?" At this time, a panting female voice came, and then a girl with a long ponytail ran over, with red phoenix eyes, thin lips, and a little hard lines, and the whole person looked very energetic and energetic. Dressed in jeans, a t-shirt, it looks a bit neutral......

"What did you do?" asked the red boy, pointing to the flower pot on the square ground.

The girl blushed and said, "I did it, what's that, I'm sorry...... Are you alright?" looked at Fang Zheng, the girl's face turned even redder. At the same time, I secretly breathed a sigh of relief, this flower pot did not kill anyone, she was really Amitabha, and at the same time I was extremely curious, what kind of head did this monk have? The flower pot that fell on the third floor, smashed it, nothing happened......

"Amitabha, don't worry, don't worry, the poor monk is fine. "Fang Zheng is indeed fine, the moon white monk's robe protects the body, let alone a flower pot, it's okay to drop a bomb. If it's okay, why bother with others?

The red boy was upset and said, "What do you mean it's okay? My master has been smashed......

"Then what do you want?" The girl also found out that the big monk was easy to talk to, but this little thing that looked like a porcelain doll was quite difficult to deal with.

Red Boy thought for a while and said, "At least you have to take care of the food, right?"

Fang Zhenggang wanted to teach the red boy a lesson, but when he heard it, it seemed reasonable...... Seeing that it was almost noon, no one cared about the meal, and I was going to sit on the curb and starve again.

The girl was stunned for a moment, and then smiled: "What do you think is a big deal, okay, I'll take care of the food!"

The red boy showed a smug smile, but still glanced at Fang Zheng, and Fang Zheng smiled bitterly: "Donor, this poor monk is stubborn, please don't take it to heart." "Directly begging for food, Fang Zheng is really a little embarrassed, let him speak, absolutely refuse.

The red boy was immediately deflated, and he found that this master was really muddy and couldn't support the wall! He had laid the foundation so well, but the result was still in vain.

However, the girl smiled: "I don't take it to heart, but the meal must be invited." By the way, can you ask a question?"

Fang Zheng asked, "What does the donor want to ask?"

"Are you really a monk?" the girl's big eyes sparkled, obviously genuinely curious.

Fang Zheng nodded and said, "Amitabha Buddha ......"

"Isn't this nonsense, if my master is not a monk, there will be no monk in this world. "What the red boy said is reasonable, even he, the boy with scattered wealth under the Bodhisattva, has been thrown in and trained, such a monk, can it be fake?

However, when his words fell on the girl's ears, they became a joke, and they were only childish and unscrupulous, and they didn't take it seriously. But one thing is certain, the monk in front of him is indeed a monk, satisfied his curiosity, clapped his hands and said: "Okay, let's go, let's go have a big meal!"

"Uh, don't you want to eat at your house?" the red boy wondered, upstairs was the girl's house, why did she still go out.

The girl blushed and said, "That...... I don't know how to cook......"

"Where's your parents?" asked Red Boy.

"No, if it were, it would be easy. The girl shook her head bitterly.

However, Fang Zheng saw a cunning look in the girl's eyes, obviously she was lying, but it didn't matter, Fang Zheng didn't have to go to her house for dinner.

Lunch was eaten in a small restaurant, Fang Zheng and Red Boy asked for a bowl of clear soup noodles, while the girl sat on the side with a surprised face, a pair of big eyes dripping and didn't know what she was thinking, and secretly looked at Fang Zheng and Red Boy from time to time.

found that the two of them really didn't look disgusted, but ate with relish, and in the end they even drank the soup, and they didn't waste it at all.

Especially Founder, every move has a hint of Zen, as if there is no little fireworks, not fast or slow, people are very comfortable to see, as if sitting there is not a person, but a tree, a grass, a mountain, naturally, it should be there, it will never seem abrupt, but it makes people feel peaceful and peaceful, very comfortable.

After eating, Fang Zheng clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha, thank you to the donor." ”

"You're welcome, this is what I should do......" The girl hurriedly waved her hand, and then asked again: "Are you really a monk?"

Founder: "......"

The red boy rolled his eyes.