The nun stood indifferently in the door, with one palm on her chest, chanted the Buddha's name, and then stepped out of the gate with her feet raised. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"I wonder who Shao Shi is looking for?" she asked, her voice calm and warm, not the slightest surprise, as if she knew that there was someone outside the door, and even ...... I also know who is coming.

It was a very strange feeling, which made Du Guangwu's heart flood with inexplicable emotions.

He took a deep breath, clasped his palms in front of his chest, tried to maintain a steady tone, and said respectfully: "The one who is looking for the servant is called Juehui." ”

He wasn't sure if his voice was a little uneasy, the only thing he could feel at the moment was the pounding heartbeat in his chest and the growing sweat in his palm.

The nun was not in a hurry to speak.

Du Guangwu could feel that she was looking at him.

With a little scrutiny, as if trying to remember something, the eyes roamed around his body.

Then he heard her inhale slightly.

"Juehui?" she muttered, her voice low and weak, and there was a kind of bone-chilling sadness in her ears.

The wind swept past her, her wide sleeves rolled up, "fluttering" sound, in the bamboo forest, the forest phoenix tail quietly murmured, like a drizzle falling with the wind, adding a bit of silence.

After a long time, the nun finally sighed, turned around and closed the door of the nunnery, and her slightly desolate voice sounded: "I can't hide after all." She said.

With just that, she turned around and walked in the direction of the bamboo forest.

Du Guangwu stood up straight, staring at the direction she was leaving, and there was no change in expression on his flat face.

When things came to him, he finally regained his composure.

"It's inconvenient in the nunnery, let's go to the bamboo forest. After a few steps, the nun stopped, whispered, and went on again. Under the faint slanting sun, the Zi dress was blown by the wind and clinged to her body, revealing the tall and slender figure of the nun.

It was not until this moment that Du Guangwu realized that this nun spoke with a slight accent, and her official dialect was very standard, and her voice was also warm and soft, just like Du Guangwu's first impression of her.

He silently followed.

As the twilight faded, the gold dust in the bamboo forest slowly faded, and finally only a glimmer of light remained, but the surroundings were still very bright. The western sky was a clean blue, dotted with a few colorful clouds.

This is the most common twilight scenery in summer, however, in Du Guangwu's eyes, such an empty and distant scenery is the first time he has seen it in his life.

There is no courtyard wall to obstruct the eyes, and there is no city to cover the eyes, the endless sky, the mountains in the distance, the bamboo forest in the vicinity, and the woman in the forest dressed in Zi clothes, together form a lonely picture.

This image has been imprinted in the depths of his mind for a long time, and for many years afterward, he always remembered it with emotion.

And at this moment, his mood is also uneasy, even though he seems calm on the surface, but his palms are wet with sweat.

The bamboo forest is quiet and deep, and a large area of bamboo is swaying in the wind in the twilight, and Xiao Xiao has the sound of autumn.

The two of them walked silently for a while, and then came to the most central location of the bamboo forest. There was a wide open space, surrounded by straight and slender green bamboos, which were like a natural barrier, cutting them off from the outside world.

The nun stopped here, but she didn't turn around, but still had her back to Du Guangwu. She tilted her head slightly, looked at the fading sun in the distance, and let out a long sigh.

"I ...... It's Juehui. Her voice was silent, as if she was being disturbed by the mountain wind, and when it fell on Du Guangwu's ears, it was more like a sigh.

Du Guangwu clenched his fists, there was no superfluous expression on his ordinary face, and his only eyes were cold and hot, as if he was in his heart at this moment.

He took a deep breath, stared at Juehui's tall back, tried his best to keep his tone calm, and said, "The servant's surname is Du, and he is Xiangyuan ......."

"I know. Before he could speak, Jue Hui interrupted him, and in an indifferent voice, the words that came out were amazing: "I know that the surname of the young donor is Du, and he is in the fourth line of the family, and his name is ...... Guangwu. ”

At this point, her voice changed slightly, as if the word "Guangwu" was squeezed out of the depths of her throat, and it was extremely difficult to speak.

Du Guangwu looked at her silently, slowly took two steps forward, and stood closer to her.

Juehui's words did not surprise him.

As early as when Juehui led him to the bamboo forest, he knew that she should know his identity.

It was a very subtle feeling, just like when he saw Juehui, he didn't feel strange, but only felt his gentleness, and Juehui's gaze when he looked at him was not unfamiliar, but like seeing an old friend.

For a moment, he even thought that he might really know Juehui. A long, long time ago, in those vague and distant memories, there seemed to be such a tall and gentle woman who accompanied him when he was a child.

"Awu...... How have you been?" asked Jue Hui softly, her tone astringent, as if she hadn't spoken in a long time.

Du Guangwu's expression was a little apprehensive.

The wind blew off a few bamboo leaves, delicate leaves, gently brushing the hem of his dusty clothes, and stopping beside his mud-stained boots.

There was a hint of sadness on his face, inexplicably.

It's been a long time since anyone has called him like that.

Awu is his milk name.

However, for as long as he can remember, Li usually only calls him "Shiro", and only when he is in a good mood, he will call him by his nickname as if he were kind. And as he grew older, Lee's mood seemed to be no better, and the name that represented kindness and warmth was buried in his sleeping memory and never appeared again.

"Awu's eyes are very similar to those of a girl. Juehui's voice was still low, almost like the wind groaning, and after speaking, she finally turned around and looked at Du Guangwu.

Du Guangwu also set his eyes on her.

She was born quite delicate, even if she was old, even if she had shaved off her hair, her face and facial features were still attractive, and her complexion was still white, the gentleness that had been infiltrated from the years had cast a hazy halo on her, and there was an indescribable compassion and kindness.

"You say I'...... Like whom?" Du Guangwu opened his mouth with some difficulty.

The question that had been hovering in his mind for a long time was actually on his lips, but when it was time to say it, a thousand threads came up in unison, and his chest seemed to be clogged with a mess, and every time he spit out a word, it was extremely difficult.

He swallowed his saliva and subconsciously wiped his hands on the side of his robe.

The sweat in his palms made him feel uncomfortable, and his thoughts were clustered here and there, one after another in his mind, and he even felt dizzy, so he had to close his eyes and breathe calmly.