The sky was not yet bright, hazy, and every corner of the entire Luo Fuhua first station seemed extraordinarily quiet. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Han Ke stood in front of the black solid wood door with a wind lamp, slowly raised his head, and the three big characters written on the door plaque were faintly in sight through the slight light. Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, he silently recited in his heart, after repeated practice, it has become a habit to soak in this small place every morning.

It is like a quiet and serene wonderful place hidden away from the noisy street market.

He reached out and touched the corner of the door, and when he raised his rough fingertips, he saw the dust sticking to it, rubbing it gently, and a trace of gloom flashed in his bright eyes, and he couldn't help but sigh secretly.

With a slight push, the heavy wooden door let out a muffled grunt, and the creaking sound startled the owl that landed on the tree to its feet, and even the thick leaves rustled.

He wiped the dust on his hands, Shi Shiran walked to the rows of neatly arranged bookshelves, and lifted the wind lamp in his hand up, and his soft facial features were reflected in a faint halo, which was even more handsome and charming.

The air was damp, the books on the shelves were mottled with mold, and the faint scent of ink was mixed with a little bit of rot. Han Ke picked and flipped through all the way, found a few needed books and went up to the attic. The wooden stairs always make a creaking sound when stepping on them, and the combination of colors makes the uninformed instantly creepy.

It seems that this good place to avoid hustle and bustle should also be cleaned up......

Han Ke carefully observed the surroundings, and saw that he was still in the corner, lying alone on the rag face, and put the wind lamp in his hand on the desk, the thick book under his armpit, wiped the thin layer of dust covered on it, and got ready, before carefully placing the book on the table.

He straightened up, walked around, and opened all the carved windows of the attic in order to disperse the turbid air and achieve air circulation. A gentle breeze blew in through the open window, and the corners of his shabby monk's robe were slightly rolled by the blow, and the whole person was comfortably bathed in the morning breeze. He stretched his muscles gracefully, standing in this unique corner, enjoying the air flowing in the mountains and wilderness.

Admiring the perfect view, he sat on his knees in front of the desk near the window, carefully wiped his fingers one by one, took the top one from the stacked books, opened it carefully, and carefully took notes while reading it intently.

He is like a lonely room that has lived here for a long time, surviving in his own unique way.

Outside the window, the sun had just risen, and the sky seemed to have been accidentally knocked over by a child, and the color tone was smeared. There was still night moisture on the ground, and crystal clear dew hung on the green branches and leaves. A beautiful, peaceful place.

The first Luo Fuhua shrouded in bright sunshine gradually became noisy. Han Ke slowly raised his head, rubbed his sour eyes, and turned his head to stare at the beautiful scenery outside the window, which looked a little ethereal, and a faint smile was carved on Mu Ran's face.

He put down the brush in his hand and blew out the wind lamp.

Empty your mind and look out through the window, silent.

After a while, there was a squeak at the stairs, and Han Ke came back to his senses, and noticed Han Shi standing majestically at the handrail, and he politely got up and saluted: "Senior brother......"

Han Shi put aside the wooden barrel in his hand, and splashed it clearly, sprinkling it on the whitened monk's robe he had washed, and on the wooden floor, the water stains covered a thin layer of dust, like a layer of mist.

Thinking that he had a brief hallucination, he blinked, and after his gaze stayed on him for a short time, he confirmed that he was not mistaken, and nodded slightly at Han Ke. Half-squinting, looking at him as if he were reading an esoteric book, his expression gradually relaxed, wiped the sweat stains on his forehead, bent down to pick up the wooden bucket filled with water next to him, and staggered over.

"Senior brother is going to clean ......?" Han Ke took a few steps forward and asked.

Han Shi carried the barrel to the open space in the center of the attic, slowly lowered it, looked at him helplessly and shrugged his shoulders, and took the opportunity to give him a blank look, as if he had strong sympathy for his knowingly questioning.

Han Ke didn't care, he picked up the rag on the table and soaked it in the barrel, and his fingers skillfully twisted it into a slender twist, and the water stains fell back into the barrel, making a tinkling sound, pleasant and crisp.

The warm sunlight poured in through the window, and the dust in mid-air floated in the wisps of sunlight, and Han Ke bowed down and carefully wiped the table near the window, the golden light gilding him with a soft halo.

After breakfast, he took out the slightly moldy books in the library one by one, he shook the old books in his hand, the dust stuck to them followed the movements of his hands, he couldn't help sneezing, opened it and put it on the shelf to dry, the fresh air had some damp smell.

"Senior brother...... Senior Brother ......"

An eager voice came, and Han Ke looked up at the panting junior brother as he continued his movements, his demeanor calm.

"Senior brother, don't get it, someone is looking for ......" The senior brother stroked his heart that was beating wildly because of running, and walked away without saying a word.

"What's so flustered?" Han Ke looked urgent, his sword eyebrows frowned slightly, and he was dragged by him for a few steps.

The junior brother didn't know how to explain, so he scratched the top of his bare head anxiously, and couldn't bear to tell him the cruel truth: "Someone is looking for you, and it looks like your family." After he finished speaking, he threw the burden out, and with a long sigh of relief, he looked at his nose and nose and heart, speculating on his thoughts.

Han Ke was stunned when he heard this, family? It's been eight years, and eight years have been spent forgetting them, but it turns out that they are just deceiving themselves.

His throat tightened, and his memories were like whistling waves, crashing against the hard stone walls, tumbling into tiny droplets of water that swept through every part of his brain. The picture flashed by frame by frame, as if playing an old movie.

"Where are the people?"

He lowered his eyelids, hiding the panic in his pupils, and swallowed, his dry throat finally uttering a full syllable.

"She has already met Master just now, and I invited her to your meditation room." The junior brother reached out and took the book he handed over, and said in a sincere tone.

"I'll take care of the rest." Han Ke glanced at the half-worn books neatly placed on the shelves behind him, retracted his gaze, and said in a deep voice.

"Hmmm......"

The junior brother looked at his back as he left, looked complicated, shook his head regretfully, and turned around to continue the work at hand.