After a brief conversation, Luo Ping learned that Xiao Daogu's name was Long Xin, although she looked young, she was eighteen years old this year, from Jiufeng Mountain, which was five hundred kilometers away from Jiangcheng, and this time she was ordered by her master to hand over a letter to Chen Lao.

Luo Ping made her a cup of tea, went upstairs to take a cold shower, and changed into clean clothes. After going downstairs, she found that the broken glass on the floor had been cleaned by her, and the pile of books and newspapers placed randomly on the coffee table were also neatly stacked, looking much neater.

Luo Ping's old face was slightly red, and he had a good impression of this diligent little Taoist girl.

Xiaodao Gu Longxin was sitting upright in the living room, and when she saw Luo Ping coming down, she quickly stood up. Luo Ping filled her teacup with water and sat in front of her and watched her quietly.

The royal blue robe on her body was slightly pale in color, she should have been wearing it for a long time, and the moon-white underwear inside was revealed from the neckline, although it was a coarse cloth garment, it was very clean, and it complemented the fair skin on her neck.

Luo Ping has never seen a real Taoist priest and Taoist aunt in his life, and all his impressions of them are only from a few novels, only knowing that most of them are immortal and immortal, not ordinary people; I didn't expect to see such a person for the first time, it turned out to be a little Daogu, and it was a very beautiful little Daogu.

In Jiangcheng, a beautiful girl of her age is waiting to be released and pitied.

A comfortable and close-fitting sleeveless shirt, a pair of extremely short hot pants, and a pair of trendy sandals on your feet, cool and hot, with endless changes.

With one hand and four crazy people starving to death, and with the other hand, he is handsome and rich, entertaining in high or low trendy stores, lingering in bright or dark nightclubs, and squandering the scorching youth.

But Long Xin has to wear a coarse sermon robe, facing the long scroll of green lights, rising at sunrise and sleeping at sunset, year after year, which is unimaginable.

However, perhaps it is the climate in the mountains that nourishes people, the skin of the dragon heart is tender, and the fair face reveals a natural ruddyness, although there is no modification, but it shows extraordinary beauty.

"Luo, Lord Luo." Xiaodao Gu Longxin dealt with worldly people for the first time, and the master had not taught her, she really didn't know how to call Luo Ping, her face turned red, and she said hesitantly: "Can I wait here for Mr. Chen Qingyu." Because my master explained that I must hand over the letter to Mr. Chen before I can go back. ”

After finishing speaking, Long Xin looked at Luo Ping nervously, and his two hands were stirred together, looking extremely worried.

Luo Ping was silent after hearing this.

Xiao Daogu's origin is unknown, although she claims to have a letter to hand over to Chen Lao, but she refuses to take it out; Chen Lao has been fond of collecting for many years, and he doesn't know how many valuables he has at home, and if he loses one or two pieces, he will not be able to explain it.

Moreover, he was just helping Chen Lao look after the house, if Chen Lao knew that he had let others live in, he would probably be unhappy......

After thinking for a while, Luo Ping was about to say no, but unexpectedly saw the cloth shoes on her feet.

This is a pair of cotton shoes that can only be seen in the countryside in the past, a small pair of shoes, patches and patches, various colors of cloth are available, although a little messy, the thread feet are dense and extremely detailed.

At this moment, a hole was broken in the tip of the thumb of her left foot, revealing a white cloth sock, which must have not had time to be repaired. Long Xin followed his gaze towards his feet, only to find the hole in his shoe, and quickly retracted his left foot and used his right

His feet were in front of him, his face, which was still white and red just now, was as red as dye, even the roots of his ears were red, his head hung very low, and his two small hands rubbed the hem of his robe vigorously.

It is only more than 500 kilometers from Jiufeng Mountain to Jiangcheng University, and if you take the high speed, it only takes seven hours to drive, but the shoes on Long Xin's feet are tattered, which is obviously caused by a long journey.

Luo Ping was extremely shocked in his heart, "From Jiufeng Mountain to here, you have come all the way?" ”

Xiaodao Gu Longxin didn't dare to look up at Luo Ping, and let out a soft 'um' sound. In the past, when I was in the mountains, when I was with Master, everyone sewed and mended their clothes like this, and they didn't feel anything. For some reason, she suddenly felt very embarrassed to let Luo Ping see the holes in her shoes.

Luo Ping took a closer look at her again, and sure enough, he saw a few patches at the hem of her robe, which must have been scratched by a tree branch on the way down the mountain.

In this day and age, how many girls are willing to wear such clothes? No matter how frugal she is, she can't be like her.

Luo Ping hesitated, his fingers tapped on the armrest of the sofa, thinking in his heart that if he rejected her, she would probably not go back to Jiufeng Mountain, and she didn't look like a rich person like this, wouldn't she want to live on the streets.

A picture involuntarily surfaced in my mind - a ragged but fair-eyed little Dao girl, surrounded by a group of strangely dressed ruffians in a hidden alley, with the sound of broken clothes, Xiao Dao Gu's mournful cry for help was drowned out in waves of hideous laughter......

Finger beating.

"You can live here."

Long Xin raised his head happily and said in a lost voice: "Really? ”

Luo Ping looked at Xiao Daogu with a smile on her blushing face, "Speaking of which, I am also a student of Old Chen, and if he is not here now, I will be responsible for entertaining you." ”

In fact, Luo Ping is only a sophomore at Jiangcheng University, and Chen Lao is also a teacher and friend with him, and after he went abroad this time, Luo Ping is here to help watch this house.

In addition to the living room, there is a bedroom downstairs in this two-story small building, which is Chen Lao's living room, and there are three rooms on the second floor, one is Luo Ping's bedroom, one is Chen Lao's daughter's room, and one is Chen Lao's collection room and study.

Luo Ping led Long Xin to introduce them one by one, and when he came to the door of the collection room, Luo Ping said solemnly: "There are some antiques collected by Chen Lao for many years in this room, don't go in unless there are special circumstances." ”

Xiao Daogu's face turned red, and she said timidly, "Then, what about that painting." ”

Through Luo Ping's introduction, she already knew that painting was Chen Lao's favorite painting, and thinking that she had caused such a big disaster as soon as she came, Long Xin was very sad and felt that she was really stupid.

"It doesn't matter, I have a way, you don't care." Luo Ping's hearty smile and clear voice made her feel a little better.

The heavy rain came and went quickly, the wet air came from the window, which made people feel refreshed, and the orange sunset in the distance bloomed with the brilliance of zuihou in the quiet night.

After dinner, Xiaodao Gu Longxin finished washing up under Luo Ping's guidance and rested in Chen's daughter's room.

Luo Ping looked at the "Spring Rain Map" on the coffee table, and hesitated.

After Chen Lao went abroad, they mainly contacted each other by email, and he definitely had to tell Chen Lao about Xiao Daogu's visit, as for "Spring Rain", he still hadn't made up his mind.

He wanted someone to restore the painting.

Repairing such paintings is most famous for Rong Bao Zhai in the capital, but in Jiangcheng, Luo Ping only knows that Chen Lao is also good at repairing famous paintings, but he definitely doesn't want Chen Lao to know about it, so it is a question who to find to repair this painting.

Another issue is money.

Luo Ping grew up in an orphanage since he was a child, and after he was admitted to university, the school exempted him from tuition, because of his excellent grades, he got a first-class scholarship every year, and he also received some tutors after school, and he would work in the school library during weekends, so Luo Ping would not be troubled by lack of money under normal circumstances.

But this morning, he had just gone back to the orphanage to visit his younger siblings, and had bought a lot of things for the little ones, and now he had only about three hundred dollars left in his pocket.

According to his original Jihua, this money is enough to support his life for a month, and he can also go to odd jobs during the summer vacation, and his life is not a problem.

Now things have changed, it costs money to repair "Spring Rain Map", Xiaodao Gu Longxin can't accompany him to eat instant noodles every day, and the cost of living will definitely rise.

Luo Ping groaned and fell heavily on the sofa.

Money, what a son of a bastard!