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Mao Eighteen heard it, it was Tian Lili's voice.

Qiang walked over with his spirits, opened the door, and saw Tian Lili standing at the door in a plain white dress, still carrying a lunch box in her hand.

Mao Eighteen returned to the rattan chair, expressionless.

Tian Lili walked in and stood in front of Mao 18 with a graceful expression.

The sun shone on Tian Lili's body, and on her smooth arms, the fine fluff was smeared with a layer of golden yellow by the sun, and her skin seemed to be translucent.

Tian Lili put the delicate lunch box on the coffee table next to the rattan chair and said, let's eat.

Mao 18 looked at Tian Lili and didn't speak.

Zhang Li didn't sleep well all night last night, rolling back and forth on the wide double bed, for Hong Mei'er's sudden departure, Zhang Li didn't know why there was a kind of snickering, she felt as if God gave her a chance. If Hong Mei'er doesn't die, maybe she can only secretly hide in a corner with Mao 18 to do that thing in this life, since Hong Mei'er is gone, then she can openly occupy Mao 18's strong body, regardless of whether Mao 18's heart is here or not, as long as she keeps his body.

Zhang Li felt that her body was hot for a while, and the innate fragrance emanated from her body again, making her a little intoxicated.

She didn't know if Mao Eighteen liked herself, but he knew that Mao Eighteen liked the fragrance on her body, especially the smell on the bed.

The son was lying in another room, breathing evenly, he was able to live such a worry-free life today is really thanks to Mao Eighteen, even if Mao Eighteen didn't have to marry her in the end, then she would not marry, as long as Mao Eighteen came to her once a week, or she would be even happier if she could come one more time.

Zhang Li felt more and more excited, and a weak and boneless little hand couldn't help but secretly put it on her chest and kept rubbing it.

When she woke up, Zhang Li felt that her body was all covered with sweat, she felt that she was really ashamed, since God gave her such a body that fascinated men, why not take the initiative to conquer it.

Before dawn, Zhang Li got up, and she made an exquisite breakfast and put it in a warm lunch box.

For Mao Eighteen, she was like seeing a brand-name dress that she had liked for a long time, and this time she must buy it back, and she secretly put it in the cabinet, and no one was allowed to see it.

Tian Lili sat opposite Mao Eighteen, opened the lunch box, and said, I made it for you, although I can't cook, but this is my intention.

Mao Eighteen didn't move, his eyes were empty for a long time.

Tian Lili sighed and said, If you don't mind, I want to accompany you to a place.

Mao 18 shook his head and said, don't go.

Tian Lili said, your life does not just belong to Hongmeier. Besides, Red Girl doesn't want to see you like this. Sometimes fate is exhausted, and there will be various ways to part, but the way you experience it is more difficult to accept.

Mao Eighteen's mouth moved, but he didn't speak.

Tian Lili scooped some white rice porridge with a fine white porcelain spoon and sent it to Mao Shiba.

Tian Lili was distressed to see that Mao Eighteen's beard had grown. In a few days, Mao Eighteen seemed to have aged a lot all of a sudden.

Mao Eighteen tears fell, choked and drank the white rice porridge sent by Tian Lili.

Although there was a faint smell of burnt paste, he thought it was still good.

Mao 18 said, I'll come by myself.

As he spoke, he picked up the porridge and drank it all in one go.

Tian Lili smiled and said, That's right, let's go, I'll take you out to see a place.

Mao 18 obediently followed behind Tian Lili, like an obedient little boy.

Bodhi Temple is an ancient temple in the east of the city, with a history of more than 200 years.

Legend has it that there was a wandering monk who took a fancy to the hundred-year-old locust tree. So he stopped, built the temple, and finally passed away, and the relics came out after the spark, and since then the reputation of the Bodhi Temple has risen, and the incense is prosperous.

Because it wasn't the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, there weren't too many people in the temple.

Surrounded by green trees, the vermilion gate reminded Mao Eighteen of Tian Lili's mother's rouge-smeared lips again.

On a bluestone rescue road, an old monk with a white beard was sweeping the floor wearing a patched monk's robe.

There was nothing on the ground, and Mao Eighteen was curious about what he was sweeping.

The old monk said that in fact, he was not sweeping the floor, but sweeping his own soul.

Swept away, and put it down.

The sky that was fine just now suddenly began to rain, the rain was not very heavy, and it was dripping, just like Mao Eighteen's mood at this time.

It seems that Tian Lili and the old monk are quite familiar. Mao 18 couldn't understand why a young girl would have such a fate with an old monk.

Listening to the rain pavilion, the old monk made tea for Mao Eighteen, one move and one style was slow and very charming.

Mao Shibai suddenly felt that his heart calmed down all of a sudden, and he was suddenly separated from the red dust and the city, which was sometimes very scary.

The rain outside the pavilion made a slight sound on the chrysanthemums, and Mao Eighteen was surprised, time passed so fast, and the chrysanthemums had already bloomed.

In the harvest season, I lost a lot, and I don't know if this is a deliberate trick by God.

The old monk didn't seem to care about Mao Eighteen's expression, and was still talking to himself.

It's a story, maybe a story that everyone else knows, but Mao Shibai really heard it for the first time.

He said that a boy and his girlfriend suddenly left him, and the boy wept bitterly and was desperate.

It was also in such a rainy weather that he was ready to commit suicide by throwing himself into the lake.

At this time, an old monk stopped him.

The boy said, you don't have to stop me, life doesn't mean anything to me anymore.

The old monk smiled and handed him a mirror.

The boy was curious and took the mirror to look at it.

Inside the mirror, there is a picture of a beautiful girl lying naked by the river.

At this time, a man passed by, looked at the girl, took off his clothes and put them on the girl's body, and left.

After the boy was gone, another boy came, and when he saw the girl, he buried the girl and burned a tombstone without words.

The picture in the mirror was gone, and the boy asked, "Master, what's the point of you letting me see this?"

The old monk said. Don't worry about your girlfriend's departure, because your fate is over.

Your girlfriend was the one who drowned in her previous life, and she was able to fall in love with you in this life just to repay you for putting clothes on him in the first place.

She was going to marry the man who buried him.

Mao Eighteen's tears fell again, and he hated himself in his heart, he was not the one who buried him.