Looking at her eyes, which were red but still shining, he almost thought he had misheard.

Zhan Jiu didn't give him a chance to hear wrong, his cheeks became redder and redder, and his smile was a little shy: "Sugar candy...... You haven't eaten yet, have you? ”

Fu Yusheng: "......"

Indeed, he was not willing to eat.

But he didn't want to give her back either.

Fu Yusheng raised his eyes to look at the Buddha, then withdrew his gaze, and looked back at her: "Did Buddhism teach you to go back on your word?" ”

Her eyes widened, and she was puzzled for a while, looking very incomprehensible: "Little donor, what does it mean to go back on your word?" ”

Fu Yusheng: "......"

The little monk not only lies and deceives people, but also backtracks, and even more excessively, he will also play tricks.

Actually, Zhan Jiu really doesn't know what it means to go back on his word.

She tried to recall that these four words did not appear in Buddhism, and shook her head: "I didn't teach." ”

Fu Yusheng sneered: "You are honest." ”

Zhan Jiu touched the little bald head embarrassedly, and her face gradually turned red again, how could she understand the sarcasm in the little donor's words.

But she asked good-naturedly, "Can you give me back Sugar Candy?" ”

"I can't."

Zhan Jiu's eyes were red, he got up, and distanced himself from him: "Don't kneel with you, a bad guy." ”

Then he ran away in a huff.

Fu Yusheng looked at her back, that angry look, quite a broken friendship, no longer good posture.

He took a deep breath and looked at the Buddha's kind face, full of question marks.

How did he become a bad guy?

Zhan Jiu was young, and when he knelt until the middle of the night, he had no strength.

His legs were numb, his body was crooked, he lay on the floor, hugged a futon, and fell asleep in less than two minutes.

Fu Yusheng was able to hold on at first, but later, he was too sleepy to sleep by the pillar.

Zhan Jiu spent the night in the Buddhist hall, dreamless all night, and had a good sleep.

At six o'clock in the morning, Zhan Jiu woke up.

She rubbed her eyes and looked at the sky outside, it was almost time for the master and uncle and the teachers and nephews to come to chant in the morning, and she was going to find something to eat.

Looking up, I saw that Fu Yusheng was still sleeping, lying flat on the floor, with his hands on his lower abdomen, his eyes closed, his eyelashes thick and curled, and his sleeping posture was very gentle.

No wonder Shanzhen said that the little donor is a wealthy and noble son, which is different from others.

Looking at the sleeping position, it was completely different from the sleeping position where she was lying on the ground with her ass cocked.

After a whole night of calmness, she reflected on herself in her dream, candy was a transaction between her and the little benefactor, and it was really wrong to ask him for it, so she didn't blame him.

Walked lightly to his side, untied his robe, and put it on his body, which was regarded as reparation.

"Good morning, little donor."

With that, he turned around and walked out.

After Zhan Jiu walked for a few minutes, Fu Yusheng was successfully woken up by the heat.

He wiped the sweat from his forehead, sat up from the ground in a daze, and the robe that covered him fell off.

He picked it up and found that it was Zhan Jiu's robe, and frowned, his expression became very complicated.

As far back as I can remember, my mother would do the same thing in the winter and cover him with a quilt.

But now it's summer, and I don't know if the little monk is playing a prank, or protecting him.

At this time, Yu Hai came, and when he saw the sweat on his forehead and the robe on his hand, he probably understood what was going on, and felt a little surprised.

Speaking of which, it was the first time that Xiao Jiu covered a quilt for someone other than him.