Tears flowed from Wen Xin's eyes, and the choked throat of true feelings made Ji silently empathize. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 In Info's gaze, Hai Lao's lonely back, piercing the dusty space, walked to the door with a cane, and opened the door. In an instant, a cold wind came towards him, and the thin body shook, as if it was a withdrawn shell, ready to fall at any time. Before leaving, Hai Lao turned to look at them, his eyes were firm, and he admonished them earnestly.

"Mission is important, but safety is even more important. You must know that only by protecting yourself can you ensure the success of the mission. Right now, I want to completely solve the worries of Wenxin's identity, and I also want to relay this 'bewitching' task, so that it can be regarded as comforting the soul of Chengguo in the sky! ”

Explaining the true reason for leaving, Hai Lao staggered down the steps, stood by the rockery in the backyard, stopped and wandered, reminiscing about the past. Walking to the corridor, the special care assistant supported him, and walked to the middle courtyard. The two old men parted and cherished each other before saying goodbye. The old abbot did not see him off, but walked into the Buddhist hall, meditated cross-legged, chanted and prayed. Hai Lao walked out of the temple, not far away, an anxious and angry footsteps floated over, just looked back in surprise, but happened to see Peng Tan stuffed his head, regardless of the indifference to break into the temple. For a short moment, Hai Lao didn't think much about it, and the special care assistant urged him again and again, and Hai Lao had to agree.

With the Yuan Pavilion, under the meditation, Ji was silently excited, staring at Wen Xin, the new trend was surging, but he pretended to be calm. On the other side, Wen Xin burst into tears, the kind of pain that came from the depths of his heart was exacerbated by the pain caused by the re-collapse of the scar in the healing of the scar.

Tears fell drop by drop, like the loneliness of Qiu Si, no one can understand. The fall of tears, the silent complaint, Ji Momo saw it all in his eyes. It turns out that the mystery and suspicion in the past are all misunderstandings. Thinking of this, Ji silently stepped forward, hugged the crying Wen Xin, and comforted him silently: "I'm sorry, until now, I know how heroic your life experience is." It turns out that for the sake of the country, you can abandon the hatred of life and death, abandon the bitter love, all for the task, all for the protection of Peng Tan, I want to thank you, thank you for your protection of Peng Tan. ”

Wen Xin's soul froze, and his sad eyes were closed, but the tears in his eyes couldn't be suppressed, and they couldn't help but flow out. The fragility of the soul made Wen Xin really want to find someone to rely on. She leaned on Ji Momo's shoulder, didn't sob, didn't choke, just wet her shoulders with tears.

In the front yard of the temple, Peng Tan rampaged, facing the encirclement and interception of the plain-clothed monk, Peng Tan was flexible and ruthless, and entered the backyard after breaking into the front yard. When he entered the backyard, he was quite unreasonable, and when he faced the monk's questioning, he didn't answer, and he still went his own way. On the way, the old abbot heard the noise, went out of the main hall, stood in the corridor, and scolded the juniors. The junior monk folded his hands, bowed and apologized, and told the truth. The old abbot frowned, secretly puzzled, the evil door, it seems that Wenxin, this little doll, can really cause trouble. Everything, before the reaction, Peng Tan was stubborn in execution, stuffy, no matter where he went, walked through the rockery fountain, the surrounding courtyard extended, surrounded by a joint construction, as happened as a courtyard, unique. Between Sumeru, Peng Tan followed his gaze and projected Suiyuan Pavilion. Following the gaze, approaching Suiyuan Pavilion, standing in front of the door, but struggling. In front of the door, the wind was like a crane, and Peng Tan stood stiffly in the corner of the door, eavesdropping patiently meaningfully.

In the house, Ji silently hugged Wen Xin, but his wet shoulders were wet and transparent. The short silence, the heartfelt words, said silently and almost speechlessly.

"I remember once saying that my love can only guarantee a person, but not how I love him. I admit that my motives were not pure, but I fell in love with him, hopelessly. (To be continued.) )