She froze.

Buddha statue, how can you weep?

She rubbed her eyes, and was about to take a closer look, when a miserable white lightning streaked through the heavy clouds, and in an instant the rain poured down, wetting the Buddha statue.

Nanbao Yiwaner.

It turned out that it was not the Buddha statue weeping, but the rain in the sky.

She stretched out the paper umbrella, protected Ah Weak and the little lady of the Pei family, and hurriedly walked to Equality Temple.

The temple door is open, a group of people enter the cloister, only to see that the temple is empty and unmanned, the eaves are clean, the garden is quiet, there is an occasional sound of rustling, it is a single bird that flutters its wings and flies to the eaves to avoid the rain.

Nan Baoyi whispered: "This temple is so quiet, there is not even a single pilgrim. ”

Xiao Sui twisted the Buddha beads: "Go in and have a look." ”

There is a statue of Buddha standing in the Buddha hall, the red paint of the wooden fish is peeling off, it has been knocked by people for many years, there is a furnace of incense sticks in front of the Buddha, the incense sticks have only burned a small section, obviously there have been people just now.

Everyone walked through the gold leaf screen behind the Buddha hall and along the verandah, and the sound of the rain could vaguely catch the woman's singing.

They chased the song and soon found a meditation room.

The bamboo curtain by the window is rolled up high, and a middle-aged woman wearing indigo dyed linen cloth is thin, sallow, and her left and right faces seem to be very asymmetrical, sitting behind the window embroidered and humming.

Nan Baoyi asked politely, "Are you the owner of this temple?" ”

In the ancient city of Luoyang, because the Yin family, a first-class scholar, believed in Buddhism, the people of the city also believed in Buddhism, and many loyal believers would even transform their homes into temples.

The middle-aged woman pinched the embroidery needle, looked at everyone in surprise, and then smiled gently: "I am." Look at how you're dressed, you're all from out of town, right? Do you want to spend the night? ”

Nan Baoyi nodded happily: "We are willing to pay for incense." ”

"It's a guest, it doesn't have to be like this." The woman put down the embroidery bandage and embroidery needle, "The temple is very large, and there are still a few empty meditation rooms, come with me." ”

The bamboo and wood verandah is particularly quiet.

Nan Baoyi looked at the courtyard and didn't see the famous peony, but next to the Taihu Lake rockery, he saw a few lush hibiscus flowers.

She smiled and said, "Why don't you plant some peonies?" All the way through Luoyang, I saw that every household here loves to grow peonies, which is very beautiful. ”

"Although the peony is good, I still prefer hibiscus." The woman pushed open the door of the meditation room, "Look, are you still satisfied?" ”

The zen room was very clean.

Nan Baoyi looked at Xiao Sui, the other party's expression was indifferent, and he didn't dislike it here.

So she said softly: "There is Aunt Lao." ”

The woman explained the location of the kitchen and the pyre, and then went back to continue embroidery.

Because he didn't bring a maid with him, Xiao Sui was a delicate master who fell down as soon as the wind blew, so Nan Baoyi had to make the bed by himself.

Ah Wan obediently took the initiative to pack up a change of clothes, Pei Chuchu climbed on the bed and helped Nan Baoyi smooth the mattress inside.

Xiao Sui stood by the window and said in a low voice, "Did you hear something?" ”

Nan Baoyi didn't care: "The sound of the rain, and the little song sung by the aunt." ”

Pei Chuchu pinched the corner of the thin blanket and folded it under the mattress seriously: "She is also very particular about singing, she sings very beautifully, and she must have put a lot of effort into it when she was young." ”

Nan Baoyi saw that she had folded the blanket, so she carried her off the bed: "I am quite familiar with this song, I seem to have heard it somewhere." Why did His Highness suddenly ask about this? ”

Xiao Sui twisted the Buddha beads one by one.

Through the rain, he gazed at the pomegranate trees in the courtyard, the rain washing over the turquoise leaves, faintly interspersed with dense crimson buds.

He said lightly: "The pomegranate flowers are about to bloom." ”

Nan Baoyi raised an eyebrow. A must-read book

This guy is chattering, changing topics from topic to topic, and never paying attention to other people's replies, he should work with Poinsettia, anyway, laypeople like her have no common language with Xiao Sui.

The rain began to fall heavier, and the sky became darker.

Since there are no monks in the temple, you have to settle dinner by yourself.

Nan Baoyi can't cook.

A weak volunteered to make a hearty dinner for everyone, he took out an old hen from the chicken coop with great effort, and happily carried the chicken neck to the kitchen, but the old hen snaggled his hand hard, he was forced to let go of his hand in pain, and the old hen immediately flapped her wings and fled, making a weak face.

Nan Baoyi boiled water under the eaves, wanting to laugh but not embarrassed to laugh.

Fortunately, Pei Chuchu is a little lady with strong hands-on ability, and she turned out a three-legged pottery retort from the kitchen and cooked a pot of delicious bean and vegetable rice, which solved everyone's dinner problem.

After nightfall, Nan Baoyi took care of the two children to bathe and wash, settled them on the couch, and slept with her in the outer room of the meditation room.

The rain was pouring and the candles were jumping.

Nan Baoyi was half-asleep and half-awake, as if he heard that song again.

She opened her eyes.

She suddenly remembered why she thought this piece was familiar.

She had heard it in Yulouchun, which was a unique folk song in Jinguancheng.

She saw that Ah Weak and Pei Chuchu were sleeping sweetly, so she lowered her voice: "Your Highness, I remembered, I heard the song that the senior aunt sang, I heard it in Yulouchun." My aunt said that she loved Furong more, and when she came to think of it, she was probably from Jinguancheng. We just stayed overnight, but we didn't expect it to be a foreign acquaintance. ”

"Strange from home?"

Xiao Sui's voice sounded faintly.

His voice is cold, and when he hears it on a rainy night, it makes people feel cold all over his body.

Nan Baoyi sat up and looked out of the house.

How did she think that Xiao Sui was standing outside the house and talking?

She lifted the quilt, lifted the claw lamp on the lampstand, and walked over curiously.

Pushing open the door of the house, the night breeze mixed with the rain was blowing in my face, and I felt a little wet and cold.

The green gauze lanterns under the eaves swayed a pale blue light and shadow, Xiao followed the white-clothed Shengxue, wearing a wide cloak, standing quietly under the eaves, and the lone shadow stretched on the steps, extending in the direction of the courtyard.

The rockery in the courtyard turned into a pitch-black phantom, the pomegranate trees trembled in the wind, the red pomegranate buds fluttered and fell to the ground, and the earth on the ground was washed away by the rain, revealing a palm with rotting flesh.

Further on, the thin soil has been washed out by the rain.

Nan Baoyi swallowed her saliva, and her delicate face quietly turned pale.

Xiao Sui raised his eyes and stared at the warm yellow lights of the meditation room in the distance.

The woman's figure was reflected in the window, needlework and thread flying, as if she was still busy embroidering.

He was meaningful: "Do you like this kind of foreign acquaintance?" ”

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The bright red pomegranate flowers shuttle through the fingertips like a trick, showing the white, delicate and tender hands of the beauty.

Luoyang is too guarded.

Han Yanliang knelt in front of the low desk, bored and playing with a few pomegranate flowers.

Tired of playing, she looked up at the man opposite: "Shen Yichao, you have been in Taishou Mansion for two days, but people refuse to even see you, it can be seen that the people of the Yin family don't want to see you at all." I'm so bored, can you go find me some notebooks to pass the time? ”

Shen Yichao's hands were wrapped in his wide sleeves, and his expression was not very good-looking.

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