"It must be so, the weather is getting colder, and the brain is not very good."

Yin Suwen was most afraid of the cold, thinking that his auditory hallucinations might have been blown by the wind after running to the top of the mountain for several nights in a row, and thinking that he should go back early today.

Her body didn't move, she only felt the thick ginkgo trunk under her shake violently, and the whole person lost her balance in an instant. It happened suddenly, and before he even had time to save himself, Yin Suwen directly wrapped his shawl and curled up into a ball and rolled down under the tree.

There was no expected pain in close contact with the ground, but he slammed into a person's warm arms with a muffled grunt. The darkness that shrouded in the branches and leaves of the trees enveloped the person, the sense of smell preceded sight, and the wind around her was the scent of sandalwood that she was most familiar with, and she felt as if she had fallen into a cloud adorned with stars.

"It's windy in the mountains, and your clothes are too thin."

The woman in his arms didn't have many catties and taels, and in his arms she lowered her head and shrunk into a small ball, like a thin piece of paper with a cool breeze in the mountains and the fragrance of ginkgo biloba leaves falling into the courtyard of his mountain temple, which was always distressing.

Wen Cun didn't exist for a moment, and after a quiet word of care, Xin Che had already put Yin Suwen back on the ground in his arms the next moment, and only raised his hand to wrap a slightly thicker coat and cloak around her. Obviously it was an indifferent and fierce look, but Yin Suwen felt happy and sweet in his heart.

Sneaking a glance at Xinche on the other side through the light of the moon, and meeting his eyes that were being carefully examined, Yin Su lost his ability to be calm and calm when he asked, and even stumbled with a simple reply.

"Me. I'm not cold. ”

"How can it not be cold when the mountain breeze blows outside for several nights in a row?"

"Huh? How do you know that? ”

"I taught you most of your later kung fu, how could I not know?"

At that time, the valley was long, and it was Xin Che who re-taught the amnesiac Yin Su how to practice martial arts and hold a sword. Her later skills have improved a lot, but they are still less than one-tenth of her heart, and naturally no matter how clever her stealth disguise is, she can't hide it from his eyes.

At this time, it was an unexpected joy for Yin Suwen to be able to see each other, she was a little happy and a little hesitant, thinking that the first sentence in such an encounter was fortunately not to hear Xinche's pretended polite "Amitabha". At this time, Xinche didn't frown but couldn't see any other emotions, just glanced at her and walked towards the house with his hands behind his back, and after taking two steps, he remembered that she had night blindness, so he silently stretched out his shirt sleeve to hold her. It's like when I was used to her.

She hadn't seen him in a long time. It's not the length of time, it's just that after wandering in the emotion of no branches, it seems that he has been separated from him for hundreds of years. If it was an ordinary reunion of old friends, he should have politely said that he hadn't seen him for a long time, and she should have sincerely congratulated him on his succession. Pity. It's closer than a loved one, and a little farther away than a lover. For a while, the two of them were silent and quiet, like a strange politeness and intimacy.

"I heard that you have become the new abbot, is everything okay?"

"Good is bad. It's not good or it's good, it doesn't make much difference. It's just that they are all on a mission to serve the Buddha, and they are just in different positions. ”

Yin Suwen thought for a long time and found such a not-so-clever opening sentence, and then asked and hated to bite his tongue, such a boring topic was just a sentence "How are you?" I'm good or I'm not good", but it is difficult for Xin Che to answer this way ingeniously, as if in his opinion there is no difference between good and bad in this world. When, where, who, what, everywhere are the same, but it's just a good way to live.

"Hey, don't you always have that face!"

In the cramped atmosphere created by herself, Yin Suwen finally couldn't help revealing her original appearance, some naïve stupidity and some coquettish scoundrels, she was always like this in front of Xinche.

"It's always cold to frighten those little monks, and people who don't know think that you are deliberately doing what the abbot's power is."

She spoke more normally, and Xinche secretly breathed a sigh of relief. And the little monk was naturally the first to bear the brunt of the round, how could he not know.

"He was indulged badly, not only learned to complain behind his back, but also almost scolded. If it weren't for his pure motives, he should have been debunked immediately when he sent the blessing sign. ”

"No, no, I said it nonsense, and I didn't complain about you behind my back."

Yin Suwen thought that Xinche had misunderstood Yuan, and hurriedly wanted to help him clarify, but after a little thought, he realized that Xinche and what she said were not the same thing.

"You also know about the blessing sign? That, that can't rely on him, I asked him for help. ”

"So you have to help lie and say you didn't know you were here?"

"It's not a lie, it's just a secret for me."

Yin Suwen stuck out her tongue embarrassedly, a little surprised that her brother seemed to know everything. The palm of his hand is a five-fingered mountain that can be transformed at any time, and she will always be unable to escape from any careful changes.

"Liyuan is a peasant woman who can't lie, and I've never known any peasant women under the mountain, so she is naturally entrusted by others to help and spit out. As for the total number of people in the dining hall, there were no more than ten people, and although I was not present, I was still the head of a temple after all. ”

Xinche sat opposite her, and didn't ask her what she was doing here late at night, but slowly talked about Yuan and what she did, as if he didn't care if he shouldn't hide everything from him. Yin Suwen buried his head lower, pouted and blocked a sentence unhappily.

"I'm just passing by, and I'm leaving."

After a short silence, I heard Xinche's soft "lying", and when I looked up, I saw him smiling helplessly. This is her brother Xinche, with gentle eyebrows and smiles, like the rising sun in spring.

The shallow smile of the heart was at the corner of his mouth, it was a good-looking arc, Yin Suwen was a little stunned for a while, and he only felt that the grievances he had suffered these days were not grievances. She looked at him, and he looked at her, obviously there were a thousand words, but none of them could say half of them.

"Let's have a cup of tea and go."

Xinche smiled, brought a cup of hot tea with a cool soup and handed it to Yin Suwen. The warmth of the teacup brushed the slightly cool fingertips of the two of them, like cool raindrops falling into the stove, and there was a faint shiver.

"Your 'Chukong Tea', I tried to cook it twice, maybe it doesn't taste authentic as you cook."

When it comes to the past, Yin Suwen is always the one who is taken care of, and the first small gift he gave to Xinche seems to be a self-created "Chukong Tea" in Tianshui Square at noon that year. I don't want to, after a long time, I actually saw it again in the meditation room of my heart. (To be continued......)