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The shops on both sides of the road are faintly lit up, reflecting the light in the puddles of rainwater. Mitu curled up in the corner, looked up at the droplets of water that were sliding down the eaves like pearls, and moved the tips of his worn-out monk's shoes in.

He's been here for days.

He didn't know if he could be as good as he imagined, but he knew that his decision was the right one. Mitu clasped his legs in his hands and buried his face in his lap.

The owner of the shop closed the door and locked it. His gaze fell on the curled up in a ball, and he slowly shook his head and sighed, in troubled times, the most bitter people are the powerless and powerless people.

He held up his black tarpaulin umbrella and walked down the steps, his brown leather shoes making a 'click' sound.

Mi Tu felt the burning gaze, raised his head suspiciously, and saw a man in a black suit holding a black umbrella standing in front of him, polite and elegant.

The man carried a simple lunch box in his right hand, and Mi Tu stared at it with a straight gaze, and couldn't help but swallow his saliva. The man stared at Mi Tu's lacked and pale face, reached out and handed over the lunch box in his hand, and the rain insolently wet his sleeves.

Mi Tu stared at the lunch box with burning eyes, biting his white chapped lips, his slender fingers clenched and loose, hesitating, and finally, he slowly reached out and took it.

The man smiled slightly, like a spring breeze in March, and his voice was low and melodious: "My surname is Zhou, and the little master can call me Mr. Zhou." ”

"Mr. Zhou......" Mi Tu nodded at him, as if he had said hello.

"Is Little Master willing to stay in the dormitory?"

Mi Tu was stunned, he couldn't react for a while, and blinked his eyes, not knowing why.

"I just want to invite the little master to my house for a while, there is no other meaning, if the little master feels embarrassed, don't force it."

"Not reluctantly...... I can. Mitu lowered his eyes and looked at the lunch box on his lap, and secretly made up his mind.

The ancient saying: "The grace of a drop of water should be repaid with a spring." ”

What's more, Mr. Zhou doesn't have any excessive requirements.

Mitu followed Mr. Zhou through the main hall, down the long hallway, and stopped in front of a guest room. Mr. Zhou pushed the door open and made a gesture of invitation to him.

"Little Master sit down first, and I'll order someone to boil some hot water." Mr. Zhou nodded at him after speaking, and walked out.

Mi Tu touched his hungry stomach and carefully opened the lunch box, and the aroma was immediately fragrant. All kinds of dim sum came into view, and Mi Tu was dazzled to see it, he carefully wrapped a few in paper towels and hid them in his sleeves, only to suddenly remember that he was no longer in Famen Temple, and the little junior brother couldn't eat such a beautiful dim sum.

Frustrated, he put the snack back in its place, sat on the stool, pinched a piece, and stuffed it into it without knowing the taste, and it was dry and difficult to swallow.

When Mr. Zhou came in, he saw the fugue Mi Tu, and couldn't help but chuckle.

"What is Little Master thinking?"

Mi Tu was so frightened that his throat moved, and he swallowed all the unchewed snacks left in his mouth at once, almost getting stuck.

"No, no......" he shook his hand again and again in denial, and his face was flushed with suffocation.

Mr. Zhou changed into a Chinese-style light-colored robe, put it in front of Mi Tu with it in his hand, lifted his placket and sat down. Mi Tu buried his head in eating noodles, only feeling that the atmosphere was calm and embarrassing.

There was a scowling sound in the air.

Mr. Zhou's eyes were firmly fixed on the short hair that had just emerged from Mitu, his expression was complicated, and he wanted to speak, but he couldn't grasp Mitu's thoughts, so he swallowed it back.

After hesitating for a long time, Mr. Zhou asked tentatively, "I don't know what the little master thinks about the current situation?" ”

Mi Tu paused, slowly raised his head, and stared at Mr. Zhou in front of him in shock. After a long time, he said thoughtfully: "The Japanese wantonly occupy our land and brutalize our compatriots in China, this kind Chinese of behavior is simply outrageous, I think no matter where we are, no matter what age, no matter what occupation we are engaged in, we should unite and drive the Japanese out of China." ”

A glimmer of light flashed in Mr. Zhou's eyes, and he nodded with satisfaction, although his language was still very immature, but it was already very impressive to have this insight at a young age.

"What about you...... Is there any interest in fighting devils. ”

"Really?" Mi Tu stood up excitedly, and when he reacted, he realized that his behavior was too reckless, and scratched the top of his head in embarrassment.

"Are you sure? No matter what you do, you can do it? ”

"I'm sure I can do it whether it's cooking on a fire or killing enemies." Mi Tu patted his chest and assured, looking impassioned.

Mr. Zhou nodded, with a serious expression: "Okay, from now on, you will live in my mansion now, and I will arrange the rest of the matter." ”

"Thank you, Mr. Zhou, Mr. for your kindness, the little monk will remember it." Mi Tu bowed his head and moved smoothly.

Mr. Zhou was silent for a moment, do you know the grace of the encounter?

He sat at the round table, as if enduring great pain, hiding the confusion.

Standing in front of the long mirror, Mitu cautiously reached out to touch it, but shrank back. Unconsciously took another step forward, staring at the clear appearance that was reflected, and unconsciously hooked the corners of his lips and smiled, it turned out that he was like this, most of the mirrors in the temple were small and broken, and most of them were not very clear.

He reached out and ruffled his stiff hair, frowned, took an old razor from the cloth bag, and shaved it in the mirror. The short strands of hair fell everywhere, as if to show off the nourishment that it had once taken away from Mitu.

Touching the top of his head, which had become smooth again, Mi Tu's whole body gradually relaxed, and he grinned seriously at the mirror, like a dancer practicing a graceful movement.

Mi Tu and Mr. Zhou stood side by side, his young body looking thin and short in front of a tall, handsome mature man. Mi Tu wore a light blue Chinese robe today, which looked a bit literati. He put an uncomfortable hand on his waist and quietly tugged it down, huh...... Or their own monk's clothes are comfortable to wear.

An abrupt roar of fame roared, and Mitu stared curiously at the shiny German car parked in front of him.

The door opened, and a young man with eyes came down, dressed in casual clothes, but he could also see that he was extraordinary. He walked up to Mr. Zhou and bowed to say hello, and then turned his gaze to Mi Tu next to him.

"Is this ......?" These vague words and phrases seem to be habitually guarding against some messy people.

Mr. Zhou nodded, bowed his head and taught Mi Tu earnestly: "Do you remember what I said?" ”

"Remember, Mr. Zhou, don't worry!"

Mi Tu stretched out his hand and pinched the cloth bag in his arms, exhaled, and climbed into the car, sitting upright, meticulous.

Mr. Zhou stared at the departing car with a complicated expression. However, he believes that people who have practiced Buddhism since childhood have the most calm minds and are the most suitable for this kind of dark work.