52, annatto

I walked all the way and played all the way, and it was the end of September when I arrived in Beijing, and the weather was getting colder. got off the boat at the dock, the autumn wind blew, and Qianqian was so cold that she shrank her neck.

A cloak of blue embroidered hibiscus was put on her shoulders, and Miao Fan wrapped it around her, tied the knot with her slender fingers, and said, "Wear thicker." ”

She took the opportunity to wrap her arms around his waist, arched into his arms, and looked up and smiled: "Hold it tightly, it's not cold." ”

He had long been accustomed to her bold enthusiasm, and he did not push her away, and let go of him when she had enough of her.

Ah Piao found someone to carry the luggage at the dock, Xiaohe went to hire a sedan chair, and Master Lu gave the boatman a sum of silver to repair the ship after getting off the ship, and advised: "After selling the boat, go ashore to find another livelihood, and don't show up in Tiger Town." ”

The boatman also felt that Zhao Hu couldn't get mixed up in this business, and he was worried about how to do it, Master Lu's move was undoubtedly a charcoal in the snow, and the boatman was overjoyed and kept thanking him.

Master Lu waved his hand: "It's not for nothing, don't tell outsiders that you've seen us, it's for the good of your family." ”

The sedan chair came, and several people took the sedan chair into the city.

Miao Fan thought that he was going to live in a guest house again, but he came out of the sedan chair when he landed, but it was an ordinary small house, located in the most ordinary residential alley, it was evening, the smoke curled out the familiar breath of life, and the neighbors who came and went saw them greeted warmly.

"Master Lu is back!"

"Yo! Isn't this a little lotus, he's grown taller in a blink of an eye. ”

"Qianqian! Thousands! Are you going to go tonight......"

A young man ran over, his expression shy and excited, but Qianqian interrupted him, smiled and grabbed Miao Fan's arm, and the little bird said: "Don't go, I want to accompany my husband at home." ”

“…… Are you married?! ”

As the young man's heart was broken, soon the neighbors knew that this family was back, and Qianqian was married!

So many people came to see what Qianqian's husband looked like, half of them were seven aunts and eight aunts who gossiped about good things, and the other half were young men with broken hearts and intestines. After seeing Miao Fan, the men hung their heads and sighed to themselves, and the women with broken mouths discussed loudly as soon as they went out, making no secret of their love for the pretty scholar.

With a smile and a smile to send the neighborhood away, Qianqian pulled Miao Fan and took a bite: "Xianggong, hello, give me a long face!" ”

Miao Fan glanced at the few descendants who had passed away without a trace, and said calmly: "They are all your admirers." ”

She didn't hear the faint unhappiness and sourness in this sentence, and thought he was asking, smiling and smugly: "Of course! I'm so beautiful, everyone loves flowers, drives cars, and even monks don't chant when they see me! ”

She laughed wildly, but the corners of his mouth were tight, and his heavy eyes showed displeasure.

She finally realized that something was wrong, restrained her smile and tugged at his sleeve, and asked, "What's wrong with you?" Not happy? ”

"Qianqian," he didn't admit or deny it, stared at her, affectionately helped her sort out the broken hair on her sideburns, and said lightly, "Don't always go out in the future." ”

She frowned and wondered, "Hmm? ”

"Spend more time with me." He calmly demanded, in an unquestioning tone, and led her into the house.

She didn't notice anything unusual, but was overjoyed.

Spend more time with him? Okay! Eat, drink, make trouble, and play...... You can also sleep together!

Oh, it's wonderful!

He looked at her snickering, and suddenly felt a little depressed, she was like a pearl shining brightly, always attracting the attention of others, which made him feel very uncomfortable, and he wanted to put aside those eyes, and wanted to ...... Hide her.

But she is so lively, she can't be tied up, how can she hide?

Miao Fan sighed slightly.

Qianqian looked back when she heard the voice: "Xianggong, what are you sighing for?" There was no one around, and she hugged him at every opportunity, "Are you blaming me for not being with you enough recently?" But I'm on the boat with you every day. ”

He still didn't answer directly, kept his mouth shut, and said, "You accompany Xiaohe more." ”

Needless to say, everyone was crowded together in a small boat, and later changed back to the previous boat at another pier, but Zhao Hu smashed the boat, and only two rooms could accommodate people, so the men and women lived separately. In other words, along the way, the young couple slept in separate rooms.

Huh?

Qianqian was stunned, her cheeks suddenly became hot, she hurriedly held her cheeks with both hands to cover the suspicious flush, and lowered her eyes shyly: "Why do you even want to eat Xiaohe's vinegar." Then I'll ...... tonight I'm with you......" The voice was thin and weak, like a mosquito buzzing.

He had no special expression on his handsome face, and let out a faint "um".

Qianqian raised her eyebrows and looked at him, saw his Adam's apple move, and swallowed herself.

A broad chest, strong muscles, strong arms, and a strong waist...... Feel whatever you want, and it's all hers!

What if I can't wait to drag him back to my room, and then fall down on the bed and do whatever I want?

He seemed to see through her "evil thoughts", touched her forehead and said, "After a long journey, you can rest first and recuperate." ”

"......" her face turned even redder.

Do you want to dislike her so delicately? Or is he going to ask for many, many times?

Ouch, I'm so shy.

But how? I want to knock him down even more! Is it possible to rectify the Fa on the spot?!

This house is Master Lu's property, and he has lived in it for many years, so he is very familiar with the neighbors. At the beginning, he adopted Qianqian, and it was here that he took her home, and they claimed to be businessmen to the outside world, so they spent about half of the year doing business outside, and then returned here when the year was approaching, and the family was reunited for the New Year.

The house had been uninhabited for a long time, there was a damp musty smell, and the tables and chairs had accumulated dust. Everyone cleaned up together, Xiaohe washed pots and dishes, and when the firewood was burning, the neighbor sent rice and noodles, and made a simple meal. After everyone used it, they washed and rested, and the silver moon in the sky was clear.

"I'm tired, my back hurts."

Qianqian called Liantian, and after cleaning, he called Liantian when he returned to the room, and sat at the head of the bed and beat his shoulders with his backhand. Seeing this, Miao Fan walked over silently, took off his shoes and went to bed to sit behind her, and then helped her knead it.

He squeezed just the right amount of strength to loosen her muscles and bones, and she hummed in comfort, and after a while she fell on her stomach and closed her eyes in a daze.

"The waist is also sore......" She pillowed her arms, and did not forget to instruct him to massage when she was about to fall asleep.

When she fell asleep and snored slightly, he withdrew his hand and carefully untied her clothes.

His hands were covered with green silk, smooth as the finest black satin, and he straightened out strands of her hair, tossed it aside, and gently pulled down her back collar.

The smooth and white back is like a piece of polished jade, pure and flawless, and the two butterfly bones are slightly convex. He bent over, dropped a kiss on the bone, and then raised his eyes with a warm smile and continued his movements.

He was going to let her go, but she whispered in a dream and called him: "Little monk......

"Huh?" He bent down again, leaned in and asked, "You called me?" ”

She stopped talking again, and slept sweetly. He called her a few times and didn't answer, so he had to shake his head.

Stripped off his coat and dropped out of a purse. Miao Fan picked it up and looked at it, and smiled dumbly.

It was the one she had stolen in the first place, embroidered with twelve lotus platforms.

He clutched his purse, and suddenly his heart moved.

Fetch a new paintbrush, as well as her rouge. The snow-white hairs dipped the crimson rouge and brushed her back, outlining the shape of a lotus flower. He moved his wrist slightly, tracing carefully, and unconsciously remembered the lotus flower mentioned in the Huayan Sutra.

"The four virtues of the Buddha, the four righteousness of the lotus. The Great Lotus Flower is not stained in the mud, it is more true than the Dharma Realm, and it is not polluted by the world in the world......"

Western bliss is often called the Lotus State, and the Buddha country is also called the Lotus State, the Buddhist temple is also called the Lotus Temple, and even the monks and nuns' robes can also be called the Lotus Clothes. The Buddha is born from the lotus, and the Buddha's eye is the lotus eye, so it can be said that the Buddha is the lotus, and the lotus is the Buddha. In the past, he only said that this was Shakyamuni's teaching, and only because he loved lotus, so he used lotus as a metaphor, but now he seems to have suddenly understood the deep meaning of this move.

In the sea of suffering in life, the Buddha said to get rid of the sea of suffering and ascend to the other side of bliss as soon as possible. From the earthly world to the pure realm, from all evil to the best, from mortal to Buddha, just as the lotus flower grows out of the mud, breaks through the water, and blooms into a brilliant flower.

is also like a thousand thousands, growing up in the most unbearable place, doing what everyone calls "evil", but there is "goodness" that she insists on. This is not her demonic nature, but it is Buddha's nature.

Putting down the brush, his fingertips lingered in the red spot.

She was awakened by a slight itch on her back, squinted back, and asked lazily, "Why are you ......?"

He bowed his head and reverently offered his kiss to the Crimson Lotus Flower, which became denser and denser like rain, but it became hotter and hotter.

She whined softly, her fingers gripped the futon tightly, and she arched slightly.

The corners of his lips were stained with bright rouge, and he leaned up and crashed into a place that was more delicate than the lotus stamen.

"Lighten it." She curled up lazily and scolded him. He grabbed her soft and soft waist, and slowly exerted force, slowly increasing it.

The carmine lotus kept shaking, accompanied by a delicate cry that resembled broken petals, that was her voice.

Sweat drips down on the rouge lotus, like early morning rain and dew, and a red mist is blurred for a moment. And the lotus blossom he went deep into was also muddy, the softest thing, containing the hardest objects, strong and weak, perfectly blended.

Finally, he helped her to sit up, she still had her back to him, and the heat in the lotus blossom was still there.

She was delicate and weak, and she was bumpy, and weakly begged him: "Slow down......"

He grabbed her earlobe from behind, wrapped his arms forward, and said in a deep voice: "This is, Guanyin Lotus Terrace." ”

"Flowers bloom to see Buddha nature...... Qianqian, you are my Buddha. ”

Before leaving Jiangzhou, Zhu Ting found Miao Fan and gave him a letter, asking him to send it to a place in Nanshan in Jingshi to a teacher surnamed Ge. Zhu Ting didn't say much else, and didn't say a word about Qiu Yan, he was a serious scholar, a little roundabout but upright, patted Miao Fan on the shoulder regardless of previous suspicions, and said: "You must hand it over to him personally, you go in person." ”

Miao Fan kept his promise and promised Zhu Ting at that time, so he settled down in Beijing, and asked around how to get to the "Wuzhuang" in Nanshan.

Qianqian Zhidao muttered: "No village? Zhuangzi with nothing? Who's the name of this, inexplicable. ”

"Maybe the master of Zhuangzi likes Lao Tzu's Wuwei Theory." Miao Fan guessed seriously, then pinched the envelope and planned to go out, and did not forget to tell Qianqian, "Don't run around at home, I'll come back after I send the letter." ”

She jumped over and wrapped around him: "I'll go with you!" ”

The author has something to say: do you understand!! This plot is so awesome that I don't want to give it up!! Don't blame me for being so obscure......

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