Stretched out his hand and rubbed her head: "Master in this life, as long as you are an apprentice, it is enough." ”

Zhan Jiu cracked his mouth and laughed, this time he finally understood.

She felt Master's love, and had the courage to stretch out two small short arms: "Master, hug." ”

Yu Hai bent down and picked her up, worried that she would move around and flash, and put his wide and thick hands on her back.

Let's chirp~

Zhan Jiu pecked him on the cheek to express the joy in his heart.

The corners of Yu Hai's lips rarely swayed a doting smile, very shallow, almost imperceptible.

Zhan Jiu was brought up by Yu Hai, from holding diapers to now being able to walk, jump and talk, not so much that the two are masters and apprentices, but more like father and daughter.

Yu Hai still had something to do, put her down, stared at the pen and ink on the table, and said indifferently: "Continue to copy the Buddhist scriptures." ”

Zhan Jiu: "......" still wanted to bargain with Master, but he had already left.

Zhan Jiu pursed his mouth, what, he was punished again.

Master hugged her just now, and now he is punishing her, bad Master.

She stomped her feet dissatisfied: "I won't kiss you again next time, hum!" ”

……

The next day.

Chanting sutras in the Buddhist hall in the morning, Zhan Jiu meditated beside Yu Hai, she started meditating since she could walk, and she was used to it, which was not difficult for her.

But Fu Yusheng was different, half an hour later, he felt soreness in his legs and feet, and pain in his back.

He raised his eyes to look at Zhan Jiu, when the little monk was meditating quietly, the temperament exuded from his body was like a monk with a childish face, and he lost a little of the naughtiness he met yesterday.

He pursed his lips, remembering the mud strips she had forcibly fed him yesterday, and felt a tinge in his stomach.

But the strange thing is that there is an indescribable fragrance in my lips since I woke up yesterday, and it is definitely not the smell of toothpaste.

At this time, Yu Hai's teaching voice sounded in his ears: "Pious, put aside distracting thoughts." ”

Fu Yusheng closed his eyes, temporarily put aside all kinds of discomfort towards Zhan Jiu, and continued to chant.

After finishing, Fu Yusheng slowly got up, pulling his muscles and bones, and originally planned to ask for guilt.

As a result, the little monk was like a wind blowing, and he slipped away without a trace after a while.

Fu Yusheng: "......"

He only felt a punch on the cotton, and he felt powerless.

Zhan Jiu knew that he was going to go down the mountain for a walk, so he was naturally more anxious than anyone else, and he was waiting at the gate of the mountain early.

After a while, I saw the master come over with the little benefactor.

Seeing that the little benefactor had a dark face, as if she was unwell, she was puzzled for a moment, and then trotted two steps in front of him.

Fu Yusheng thought of the moment when she fed the mud strips, his eyes were full of disgust, and he subconsciously wanted to take a step back and widen the distance between him and the little monk.

However, before his body moved, he saw that the little monk was full of concern, and asked in a soft voice: "Little donor, are you not feeling well, and you have to walk a long way down the mountain." ”

The face that was still blue just now suddenly turned white, and finally reddened slightly, and I didn't know how to answer for a while.

The feeling of a fist hitting the cotton made him even more powerless.

This little monk didn't seem to be displeased.

Zhan Jiu was not at ease, and asked again: "Your face is so red, is it that you are still sick?" ”

Seeing this, Yu Hai shouted, "Okay, let's go." ”

"But ......"

"He's fine." Yu Hai said, he knew that the little donor was obsessed with the mud strips, and it was a little difficult to solve the misunderstanding of Zhan Jiu for a while.

Zhan Jiu was relieved.

Yu Hai walked up to her and made a gesture to carry her down the mountain.

Zhan Jiu's round eyes blinked, and he waved his hand: "Zhan Jiucai doesn't want the master to hug him, I'm already a big monk, I can go by myself." ”

After finishing speaking, he jumped down the hill, humming a very light and sweet tune.

When he walked less than ten meters away, he looked back at Fu Yusheng again, with a little concern in his eyes: "Little donor, it really takes a long time to go down the mountain, and you are not feeling well, so you must say it." ”

Fu Yusheng: "......"

His body froze and did not move, and the expression in his eyes was a little complicated.

Inexplicably, the salty taste of the mud strips seems to have faded a lot.