Qian Miaoyin was embarrassed, because she had seen too many people use Buddhism as a guise to make people willing to donate sesame oil, as for what the donated sesame oil money was for, no one knew what she was doing, she was respectful on the surface, but she was respecting other people's beliefs, and when it came to herself, she didn't believe it anyway. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

In her opinion, donating sesame oil is better for those in need than throwing it to the Red Cross.

The nun saw Qian Miaoyin's disbelief, and didn't say any more. just lowered his head and continued to copy his Buddhist scriptures, which made Qian Miaoyin even more embarrassed.

Qian Miaoyin sat down opposite the nun, "I have read some translations of Buddhist scriptures before, and I think Buddhist scriptures and other classics are similar, just like Zizhi Tongjian teaches people how to govern the country, and Buddhist scriptures teach people how to behave. Qian Miaoyin saw the nun's hand pause slightly, knowing that she was listening to herself, so she tried her best to continue on the topic.

The more Qian Miaoyin said, the redder his eyes became, "When my father has a little money, he takes care of his brothers, and when he has a lot of money, he benefits the village, until he is called a rich man, so he is embarrassed to follow his mother to the capital to recognize his relatives......" Qian Miaoyin bit his trembling lip "He is uneducated, and he is low and small everywhere, and climbs relatives, but no matter how unbearable he is, he is also my father!"

Qian Miaoyin's tears finally couldn't help falling again, "Why do they look down on him, just because they can't resist on their shoulders and can't lift their hands, they show off their power everywhere with the little heritage of their family, and count up to three generations, their ancestors are not as good as my father!"

Qian Miaoyin didn't notice that the nun had already put down the brush in her hand and listened to her complaints carefully, her eyes faintly lit up, "Why are you crying?"

"What?" Qian Miaoyin raised her head, tears still rolling in her eyes, and looked at the nun stupidly.

"In that case, why are you crying?" the nun's bright eyes shone brightly on her thin face.

Qian Miaoyin pouted, "Of course, it's because of grievances." As she spoke, tears crackled down again.

The nun smiled slightly, stood up and walked to the altar under the statue of Guanyin and picked up a small black cloth bag, the cloth bag was made of ordinary black cloth, but the stitching was very careful, she held the cloth bag in her hand, walked to Qian Miaoyin, and solemnly handed it to Qian Miaoyin. "This is a small pendant I picked up in the mountains, incense dyed on the altar for three years, you and I are fated to meet, so I will give it to you as a souvenir. ”

Qian Miaoyin's tears were still hanging on her face, and she took the cloth bag stupidly, and the nun took her in and gave her gifts? But curiosity still made her open the cloth bag, and poured out a crystal clear safety buckle from it, the Qian family is rich, what jewelry has never been seen, Qian Miaoyin saw at a glance that this is a safety buckle made of white crystal.

Qian Miaoyin, who knew the goods, naturally saw that this thing was not valuable, but it was precisely because of this that she changed her mind of refusal. Qian Miaoyin wiped away her tears and smiled at the nun, "You took me in, I can't accept this gift in vain." Saying that, she took out her wallet and took out all the cash in it, she didn't count, it was about more than two thousand, "Although this thing was picked up by you, but it was offered under the statue of Guanyin for three years, it is to show respect for the Bodhisattva, I can't just take it away, I have all this money on me, no matter how much, just a thought, and I hope the master will not refuse." ”

The nun looked at Qian Miaoyin and shook her head helplessly, "You don't believe in Buddhism, but you revere gods and Buddhas everywhere, and the poor nuns are a little confused." ”

"Although I don't believe in Buddhism, I am in awe of those who sincerely believe in Buddhism. Qian Miaoyin lowered her head shyly, "The master lives in this deep mountain and guards such a simple nunnery, this is the person who is sincere to the Buddha." Such a nun made her admire more than the abbot of the big temple.

The nun smiled with satisfaction, "Since this is the case, I will accept your filial piety on behalf of the Bodhisattva." The nun didn't reach for it, "If you really thank me for taking it in today, take it with you." ”

"Yes, yes, yes. In order to show her sincerity, Qian Miaoyin brought the Ping An buckle to her neck in front of the nun, and the Ping An buckle was tied with a thin black thread, which was not comfortable to wear, but she didn't care. Put the safety buckle in the palm of your hand, and Qian Miaoyin's hands are suitable, "Thank you for the gift!"

"Go to sleep, we'll have to go tomorrow. The nun waved her hand and pushed Qian Miaoyin back into the house, Xu was so tired that as soon as she lay down, she fell asleep.

The next day, Qian Miaoyin was woken up by a nun, she was embarrassed to wipe her face, trying to wake up as soon as possible, last night she seemed to be dreaming, but when she woke up, she forgot everything she dreamed about.

When she put on her shoes and came to the courtyard, it was still dark, and although she didn't know what time it was, she had never gotten up so early. Qian Miaoyin fetched water from the well at the suggestion of the nun, this well is a pressurized well, she curiously held on to the handle and pressed it a few times, at first there was only the sound of pumping, and after a few clicks, water flowed out of the well.

As soon as Qian Miaoyin put her hand into the basin, she shivered, it was too cold, and the biting cold made her feel energetic immediately. Gritted her teeth and washed her face with cold water, don't think about facial cleanser or anything, the nun put a piece of sulfur soap next to the washbasin that was about to run out, Qian Miaoyin hesitated, but still didn't dare to use it, so she washed it with water.

As soon as she finished washing her face, Qian Miaoyin was stunned, a white line lit up behind the green mountains in the distance, the white lines were getting bigger and bigger, and an orange sun climbed out leisurely from behind the green mountains, and finally hung in the sky, lighting up the whole world!

It's sunrise! Qian Miaoyin's heart was bright, and the depression in her heart dissipated with this beautiful sunrise, and her whole mind was much clearer. She smiled slightly, her sweet smile bathed in the sun, and it was shockingly beautiful.

Qian Miaoyin was originally a beauty embryo, with a small heart-shaped face, big wet eyes, and thick eyelashes flickering like a small brush, which made people want to touch it. The pink and plump lips pursed slightly, as if waiting for someone to kiss them. The small ingots are delicate and cute, and they are blessed to look at. To say that her most beautiful is the nose, the bridge of the nose is not high or short, and the nose tip is round and lovely, just like the best carver carefully carved out of mutton fat white jade.

Before Qian Miaoyin was very inferior because her father was a nouveau riche, she had a good look, under her cringe-inducing temperament, she lost seven points, and last night's conversation with the nun, she untied herself, retreated, and raised a smug smile, Qian Miaoyin's whole person was like a pearl just caught from the deep sea, shining in the dazzling sun.

When the nun saw Qian Miaoyin like this, she smiled with satisfaction, "Come and eat." ”

"Alas!" Qian Miaoyin replied crisply, the breakfast cooked by the nun was so simple that it could be regarded as simple, a bowl of gruel, a piece of steamed buns, and a black thing that I couldn't tell what it was. After asking the nun, Qian Miaoyin learned that this thing is called mustard gnocchi, which is a pickle made with salt, and eaten with porridge, which is equivalent to a vegetable.

After the nun finished speaking, she ate by herself, and did not look at Qian Miaoyin, Qian Miaoyin took a small bite, hmm...... It's so salty, she hurriedly drank a mouthful of porridge, but the bitter and salty feeling in her mouth was still there, and she didn't care if she would choke, so she took a big bite of the steamed bun fiercely.

Qian Miaoyin finished the rice with a mouthful of porridge and steamed buns, and then looked at the remaining pickles dumbfounded. The nun has a hard life, and although the food she takes out to entertain her is not good, it is also a thought, and it is not good if she has leftovers. But...... Thinking of the bitter and salty taste of pickles, Qian Miaoyin suddenly felt that there was nothing to love.