Spring has passed, and the arrival of summer has brought some heat to the air. The sun shines brighter and brightens everything in the world, brighter and darker, and darker.

The swallow family, who lived in the temple, had already left at the end of June, and when they left, they stood in front of the house and watched them fly far away, disappearing between the roof tiles and the clouds.

As for the branch that the swallow gave to Chu, Chu has been carefully keeping.

Outside the temple, the village is planted with many trees, which are lush from a distance. In the summer, the shade of these trees is the best place to escape the heat.

The squeaking of cicadas under the trees continues, and in the bright sunshine, the sound will continue all summer.

Next to the Buddha hall, the vegetables planted in the vegetable garden are green, and the leaves have water droplets on them, which look like they have just been watered. A breeze blew, the leaf petals shook gently, and the water droplets rippled.

There was a familiar voice in the Buddhist hall, and for a few months, Sakurako had recognized many words, and slowly the old monk began to teach her some short sentences so that she could understand the meaning.

"So, Sakurako, what does this mean?" the old monk took a book and handed it to Sakurako, and one of the sentences was crossed out.

Summer cicadas don't know the cold of winter, and winter plums don't know the warmth of summer.

Sakurako took the book, looked at the sentences on it and thought about it, and replied as a matter of course: "The cicadas in summer don't know that they are cold in winter, and the plum blossoms in winter don't know how hot in summer." ”

"Hmm. The old monk raised his eyebrows, literally there was nothing wrong, but he wanted Sakurako to understand more than that: "What else?"

Sakurako scratched her head, she didn't understand what else she had.

The old monk didn't embarrass her, looked at Chu who was sitting in the corner, and said.

"Then girl, let's talk about it. ”

But for some reason, Chu didn't respond to him, but continued to sit in the corner with his head down.

"First girl?" the old monk called out again in confusion.

But there was still no reaction at first.

Sakurako stood up, walked slowly to Hatsu's side, and put her cheek in front of Hatsu.

Only then did she realize that Chu Zheng was closing his eyes, breathing evenly, his head on one side, and his chest gently heaving.

"Abbot. Sakurako turned around and whispered.

"I fell asleep at first. ”

The old monk's expression froze, half loud, and he sighed with a smile: "I didn't let her sleep when I asked her to listen, is what I said so boring, old monk?"

Sakurako didn't speak, and she wasn't prepared to give an opinion on whether what the old monk said was interesting or not.

However, the old monk is not ready to let go of the beginning like this, and sleep in class, which is punishable. As for what to punish, he saw the pen on the table and seemed to have some idea.

I saw him pick up the pen, smile mysteriously at Sakurako, stretch out an index finger to his mouth, and make a silent motion.

Sakurako was stunned for a moment, not knowing what the old monk was going to do.

Then, she watched the old monk walk lightly to Chu's side and slowly draw a turtle on Chu's face with a pen.

"Poof. Sakurako covered her mouth and laughed, for fear that she would wake up Chu by laughing too loudly.

She's been getting a lot more lively lately, sometimes laughing, and she's starting to look like a child.

"Shhhh ”

The old monk hurriedly asked Sakurako to be quieter, walked back to his seat and sat down, and put away his pen.

"Cough" coughed pretending to be the hem of his clothes, and he looked at Sakurako and said.

"Then let's move on to the class. ”

Chu usually doesn't fall asleep, as she usually sleeps very deeply, and only closes her eyes and rests for a while unless she can be sure that there is no danger around her.

Just like today, it was also a day of calm and peace.

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The next morning, when he was carrying water, he noticed that a whole turtle had been painted on his face in the reflection of the water tank.

In the eyes of the old monk and Sakurako who wanted to laugh but couldn't, she inspected the temple for a long time as if she were facing a great enemy.

She thought it was some kind of strong enemy that would be able to leave a mark on her face without her noticing.

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Every year when summer comes, as the only temple in the village, Qingxin Temple will prepare auspicious rain bags to send to every household.

The auspicious rain bag is a bag used to pray for blessings, which is intended to bless the summer wind and rain. It's not difficult to make, it's just a simple little cloth bag with some herbs and dried flowers tied together. It has a light special fragrance, and it is also a good sachet.

In the past, these were all done by the old monk alone, but this year there are two more helpers.

Early in the morning, he took out the dried herbs and cloth bags that had been prepared long ago, although the production was simple, but it was a big project to make a whole village.

The cicadas chirped, and the three of them sat under the eaves with cloth bags, and because of the herbs, the whole courtyard had a faint fragrance.

"Remember to do it with your heart when you do it, so that the rain bag will be useful. The old monk lowered his head and tied the cloth bag, and said with a chuckle.

"yes, I see. Sakurako replied, and her hand movements were a little more careful.

And Chu on the other side also looked serious, but, well, how to say it, her body is surging with malice······

There's no way, who made her work like this when she was attentive, and I don't know if there will be any side effects of the Ji Yubao she made.

By the time the three of them finished making all the rain bags, it was already afternoon.

The old monk took Hatsu and Sakurako to the village and gave the bags to every family.

People smiled and thanked them, and some gave them some gifts in return.

For example, there is a family that gives a watermelon, but to be honest, some of them can't take it.

After sending all the auspicious rain bags, it means that this year's summer will also be a season of wind and rain, and the three of them walked back to the temple together.

Halfway through, Sakurako was a little tired, so she picked up Sakurako and continued to walk back.

The summer sun fell on the street, on the bodies of the three of them, with a faint afterglow.

Sakurako lay on Chu's back, she looked at Chu, then at the old monk, and smiled softly. She buried her face in Hatsu's shoulder, and the tip of her nose smelled the unique smell of Nahatsu's body, the smell of a quilt that had been sunburned, and her hands tightened a little.

You know, at this time, Sakurako, it feels like she has grabbed everything again.