As soon as the sky was bright, the morning glow was like an overturned paint box, smeared in the sky at will, and the light had already begun a busy day's work. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

With a broom in his hand, he slowly opened the old temple door, making a heavy 'squeak' sound, and he was in a trance, and if you looked closely, you could see that his eyes had become red and swollen.

Wiving a broom indiscriminately, like a master of abstraction, painting incomprehensible masterpieces, the dust twists and turns on the ground, and the sundries left behind can be a big basket. Suddenly, he froze, looking sluggish, not knowing what he was thinking.

"...... the lantern?"

The melodious voice seemed to come from a distant place, and Mi Lantern trembled violently, holding the weight of the broom, and his muscles flared up, and he followed the sound in disbelief, twisting his stiff neck.

The moment the four eyes met, Mi Deng was shocked fiercely, he thought he was dazzled, and he reached out and rubbed his eyes uncertainly, fortunately, he didn't disappear, he stood there quietly, even if it was fake, he hoped that God could always deceive himself.

"Mi Lantern ......"

"Senior brother......" Mi Deng pursed his lips, forcibly enduring the sourness of the tip of his nose, after all, he was still too young, and tears flowed down like a pillar with a broken thread.

Mi Tu stepped forward and stood next to him, looking at his sword eyebrows and starry eyes, angular face, smiled gently, like when he was a child, reached out and rubbed the top of his head dotingly, stinky boy, he has grown a lot taller, and it has reached his shoulders, but he is still thin and thin, which makes people's hearts can't help but feel a touch of sourness.

Feeling the real temperature coming from the top of his head, he bit his lower lip aggrievedly, lowered his head slightly, and couldn't help sobbing lowly: "I thought that Senior Brother would never come back, the newspaper outside said that Senior Brother died, but I didn't believe it......"

"Senior brother promised you to come back, how could you lose your word?"

Mi Deng nodded, and complained frantically like resentment: "Those people don't know what to think, they can talk nonsense......"

Mi Tu looked up at the ruined and withered temple, and frowned: "Master? ”

"Master, he ......"

Looking at Mi Deng's spitting appearance, Mi Tu inexplicably had a thought, like enchanted seaweed, and jumped up wildly, wishing that he could rush in immediately.

"Master, he's fine, but his body is a little weak, and it's fine." Finding that Mi Tu was anxious like a plucked wild cat, Mi Deng hurriedly comforted him.

"Really?"

"Really ......"

Mi Tu let out a long sigh of relief, forcibly suppressed the confusion in his heart, smiled at the young junior brother, and reached out to take the broom from his hand: "I'll come!" ”

"No, no, no, how can this work? Senior brother has just come back, let's go back first, these things will be fine for a while, and Master will be very happy to see Senior Brother. Mi Lantern quickly hid the broom behind him, and shook his head like a rattle.

Mi Tu thought about it and thought that this would be fine.

The two walked side by side, bathed in the shining morning light, as if they were in front of the Buddha that year.

Mi Tu took a deep breath and cautiously pushed open the door for fear of scaring the people inside. Mi Tu sniffed, smelled a musty smell, his mood became heavy, he stretched out his legs and stepped over the low threshold, and by the dim light, he saw a bulging mass on the bed leaning against the corner, and with years of training, he glanced around the sealed window, and his sword eyebrows were locked.

walked to the bed, lifted the quilt, and looked at the skinny old man curled up together, his eyes couldn't help but moisten.

"What's going on?"

"Soon after the senior brother left, the master fell ill, and he kept shouting cold, so the master asked people to block the window." Mi Deng sobbed, he was young at that time, and it was useless to persuade his uncle.

Mitu's hand hanging from his waist clenched, and his muscles flare up, showing his current anger and annoyance.

"The master is sick, who is taking care of the things in the temple now?" Mi Tu forcibly suppressed his anger, and he had been able to hide his true emotions perfectly for so many years.

"Division...... Uncle Shi ......"

The corners of Mitu's mouth curled into a mocking smile, disdainful of wasting brain cells on those carving insect skills.

"Alright...... You go find some tools, let's get rid of those things first, the air is not circulating, how can Master's illness be cured? Mi Tu reached out and tinkered with the wooden planks nailed to the window as he commanded Mi Tu.

"Senior brother...... Are these okay? Mi Deng asked breathlessly with a pair of tweezers and an axe in each hand.

Mi Deng watched Mi Tu throw the wooden board he had removed from his hand on the ground, the hand that reached out slowly retracted, the look on his face became dark, he bit his lower lip in frustration, and mustered up his courage: "Senior brother, do you blame me for not taking good care of Master......

Mi Tu was stunned by the action of disassembling the plank, shocked by his sensitivity.

He put down the iron tongs in his hand, patted the dust on his hands, and slowly walked to Mi Deng, who had a sad face, put his right hand on his thin shoulder, and said in a powerful voice: "Silly boy, how can senior brother be weird, if I don't insist on going down the mountain, we will all be fine." ”

Like a trickle of water brushing through his heart, Mi Deng felt the tip of his nose sour: "How can Senior Brother say that?" You go into battle and kill the enemy, and everyone admires it. ”

"Are there you?" Mitu teased.

Mi Deng scratched his head embarrassedly, and said with a smile: "Senior brother has been someone I have admired since he was a child. ”

"Really?" Mi Tu smiled and shook his head, clearly disbelieving.

After a busy morning, the two finally cleaned up the room, and a ray of sunlight poured in, and the dust floating in the air was clearly visible. Mi Tu slowly sat on the edge of the bed, the brand-new futon was pressed down, he stared at the old man who was sleeping with his eyes closed, and smiled gently: "Master, I'm back, don't worry, I won't let go of any of the people who hurt you and my little junior brother." ”

Picking up the towel, he gently wiped the yellow palm of his master's hand, blinked his drooping eyelids a few times, and carefully put them back into the futon. The atmosphere around him became tense, and Mi Tu raised his eyebrows, and the corners of his mouth hooked slightly: "Since you're here, let's come in!" ”

"Mitu, you're finally back?" The person who came looked sad, his face was full of happy smiles, only the eyes were cold without a trace of emotion, even disgust.

Mi Tu glanced at it, the disdain in the narrow phoenix eyes flashed, and he was still empty and wronged, he helped the master fold the quilt, slowly stood up, and bowed slightly: "Uncle." ”

"This can't be helped!" The person who came just played with his mouth and didn't make any further movements, and he seemed to be enjoying it very much.

Mi Tu Pi didn't smile, and his voice was cold like a rakshasa who had just come out of hell: "Why can't you do it, the master is the elder of Mi Tu, the master has taught Mi Tu to respect the master since he was a child, Mi Tu can't be like some people, and he didn't even say a greeting when he saw the abbot." ”

The smile on the corner of Uncle Shi's mouth slowly solidified, his face became quite ugly, an old face was beaten by someone' pop, and the vicious thoughts in his head were like countless poisonous snakes with teeth and claws winding and entrenched, I didn't expect this stinky boy to be seen for a few years, and his ability was good......