The little monk felt that his heart was also pounding.

After a long time.

He shook his head.

She must be teasing him.

It must be.

He can't be hit.

The little monk said a long series of words in a row, trying to extinguish the tension in his heart, "When I was very young, I was sent to the temple, and I went down the mountain very rarely, and I didn't know how to get along with people outside. There are no more than ten things that will add up. ”

Talking about it, I really counted it.

"Marriage dissolution."

"Chopping wood."

"Carry water."

"Burn the fire."

"Chant and pray for blessings."

"Sweep the temple, sweep the Buddhist hall, pagoda, meditation room, scripture pavilion, pilgrim residence......"

"Washing, washing clothes, wiping tables, ......"

"Fasting."

"Move things."

He couldn't think of it.

A narrow smile flashed in Invite Xing's eyes, and his gaze fell on him, "It sounds very stupid, and there are very few things that can be done." But I don't dislike it. Although you are only shallow and know little, you are commendable and have a pure heart. ”

The little monk was in a daze.

She said that he was only shallow and knew little, and he was not angry at all, because it was the truth.

She praised him, and he was not happy at all, because he felt very ordinary and did not feel that he was special.

People with good hearts are everywhere.

Nothing to boast about.

She must have been perfunctory to him.

In the blink of an eye, he drank another bowl of wine, and boldly asked, "Do you have anyone you like?" ”

Invite Star: "There are many. ”

Honeysuckle.

Du Ruo.

Net glaze.

Sun Ju.

……

The little monk stared at the invitation star, afraid of missing the slightest change in her expression, but she laughed, as if she had thought of something pleasant. He felt like he had been walking in a rainstorm for a long time and was soaking wet, when suddenly he saw a rainbow after the rain. I can't tell if I'm happy or distressed.

Her laughter is rainbow.

She likes a lot of people.

It's heavy rain.

He originally wanted to ask, how can a small heart fit many people. Before I could ask, I felt that I was making a fool. A heart can accommodate all rivers, but it can fit the world, why can't it fit many people. How he is getting more and more stupid.

Thinking of her heart, there will be more people in the future.

He felt that there was not enough air.

Somewhat depressing.

Little monk: "Are you married?" ”

Invite Xing put down the bowl and looked at him with strange eyes, "Why do you ask such a nonsensical question, if I get married, will I persuade you to marry me?" ”

What did he take her for?

More than one daughter marries?

The little monk felt that he had asked a normal question, she said that she wanted to marry him, probably to scare him, and it was interesting to see him panic. The words she said that didn't mean anything sounded like teasing him.

So it's very likely that she's married.

That's why he asked.

Little monk: "Did I say the wrong thing?" ”

Invite Star: "...... No. ”

That's right.

Just ask a lot of this move.

She took a sip of wine, "I'm not married, I'm not married." I got along with a lot of people, but I broke it up because it wasn't suitable. ”

And! A lot of people! Better!

The little monk was sour.

I can't tell the sour taste of plum wine.

It's still sour in my heart.

Invite Xing: "When Honeysuckle likes Xia Jingming, I laugh at her a lot, in fact, my vision is far worse than hers." She was blind once, and I was blind every time. When I first got along with them, I was very happy and happy, just like honey and oil, but later I became tired of each other. ”

So divided.

Met a lot of people.

Tried many times.

I can't make it to the end.

She has no regrets.

It's not sad either.

Invite Xing: "I met a person last year, he is the owner of the rouge shop, he was very good to me at first, and he can drip water when he speaks softly, but then he interferes with me every day, thinking that I am spending money lavishly, I spend my own money, and he has a hairy relationship." ”

The tube is too wide.

This kind of man is not divided, waiting for the New Year?

After dividing it.

She only drank one jar of plum blossom stuff.

I walked out.

For others, to forget old love, it takes two things, new love and time. If the new love is good enough, the time can be shorter. If you don't have a new love, it's enough for a longer time.

For her, all she needed to forget her old love was a jar of wine.

A jar of wine in the stomach.

Grief dissipates with the wind.