Spring goes to autumn, on this day, Ye Qi, as usual, was drowsy in the beautiful Buddhist language, and suddenly felt that his whole body was light, as if he had gotten rid of some shackles.

Opening his eyes in a daze, Ye Qi was suddenly stunned, lowered his head, and his slender and white fingers fell on his eyes, which was particularly cute. Reaching out and touching your face, the familiar soft touch makes you cry. After waiting for more than ten years, he finally took shape.

So, when Lin An inexplicably felt a palpitation and rushed from the front yard, he was stunned when he saw Ye Qi crying.

Dai eyebrows and thin lips, green silk like a waterfall, face like Lang Yu Shaoguang, body like a breeze to save the glow, ethereal but gorgeous, a peach clothes and the peach blossom tree behind him reflect each other, particularly fragrant.

"You, you are ......" An unbelievable thought came into his mind, and Lin An suddenly came back to his senses when he saw the tears rolling down his porcelain-like face, and asked anxiously, "You, why are you crying, who bullied you." Thinking like this, there was a sense of anger in my heart.

Ye Qi looked at the ruthlessness in Lin An's eyes, and couldn't help but smile: "No, you are clearly the first person to see me, this is tears of joy, you don't know don't guess." "Today he is in a good mood, and he doesn't care about what this man did before.

"yes, that's good." Lin An touched his head and saw a glint in Ye Qi's eyes, who was smiling happily.

"What is it, I see that you are not suitable to be a monk at all, the six roots are not pure, your heart is in love with mortal dust, what else do you talk about seeing through the red dust." Ye Qi was helpless, the ruthlessness in his eyes just now was not a lie.

"Abbot, say the same."

"Huh? Then why did he help you shave? ”

"Naturally, I asked for it." Before Lin An could say something, he heard messy footsteps, and only then did he remember that he had left in the middle of chanting, "Someone is coming, you quickly change back!" ”

Ye Qi was startled, subconsciously disappeared into shape, and returned to the peach blossom tree, his dress in the backyard of Bodhi Temple is not a good thing. When he changed back to the peach blossom tree, he suddenly remembered, how did Lin An know that he was a peach blossom tree?

After thinking for a while, Ye Qi woke up, he was tricked by Lin An, and that person was completely deceiving him just now! It's good now, he doesn't admit himself! He had been with that person for several years with the peach blossom tree, and he didn't think about how to guard against it for a while, but he didn't expect that person to dare to cheat him! Little monk, you wait!!

In the place where Ye Qi couldn't see, a smile crossed Lin An's eyes, and after confirming that Ye Qi was a peach blossom tree, he relieved himself to explain to the host why he left halfway. Of course, the truth cannot be told. Maybe it's really like Ye Qi said, he is not suitable to be a monk at all.

There was hope for the wish that I thought would never come true, and thinking of the pink-colored figure, my gray heart was sprinkled with broken light, and it shone slightly.

The only pity is that I haven't been able to know his name yet, and my own name hasn't been told to him.

That's it, next time, if you go again today, you'll have to attract the attention of others. Just what he did, Ye Qi thought that he would not appear in front of people for a while.

……

Placing the pastry under the tree and calling lightly for a long time, Ye Qi refused to show his figure for a long time, Lin An sighed, and whispered softly again: "Ah Tao, don't be angry or not, count me wrong, I apologize to you, don't be angry with your body." ”

Ye Qi finally couldn't help but show up: "Don't call 'Ah Tao Ah Tao' all day long, I have a name." "Ah Tao can't bear it.

Lin An took the opportunity to ask: "Then what is your name?" ”

"My name is Ye, Zhuohua, the peach is scorching." Ye Qi said this, but he was shocked in his heart, he obviously wanted to say his name, but he said it inexplicably. This sentence is clearly the line of the peach blossom demon in the script!

If this is the power of the script's intervention, doesn't it mean that he will still be killed by the male protagonist Lin Chenan with a sword like the ending in the script!

Lin An said his name after Ye Qi finished speaking, but after a few breaths, he didn't see any reaction from the other side, looking at Ye Qi, who was absent-minded and anxious, he covered the deep thought in his heart, and called the other party's name: "Zhuohua, Zhuohua?" ”

Because it wasn't his name, Lin An called Ye Qifang several times before he reacted, "Ah, what did you just say?" ”

"I said my name is Lin An," Lin An said again patiently, "What's wrong with you, you seem to have something on your mind, and you look sullen." ”

"It's nothing, Lin An, is this your common name?" Ye Qi smiled and changed the topic.

Lin An didn't want to let it go like this, he knew too little about Ye Qi: "Isn't it because I told my name, I have read it in some books, saying that the name of the demon is a curse, and you can't tell people at will, right?" ”

Ye Qi's eyes widened slightly, and he remembered that there seemed to be such a saying in the script, it was because Zhuohua told Lin Chenan his name that Lin Chenan was able to kill Zhuohua so easily, of course, this is only one of the reasons.

Before I could figure out the previous question related to life, I thought of another sad thing, which is really ......

Lin An said it casually, but looking at Ye Qi's stunned expression, he also knew that he seemed to have accidentally guessed: "You ......"

"Don't talk!" Ye Qi stood up suddenly, a gust of wind blew through him and he had disappeared, for the time being, he didn't want to see this person who had repeatedly led him to feel sad.

Lin An's front was empty, and after a long time, the person who sat stiffly seemed to come back to his senses, picked up a piece of pastry and sent it to his mouth with a normal face, but the other hand hidden in his sleeve was tightly clenched into a fist, and the sharp nails pierced deep into the palm.