Now Zhan Jiu woke up completely, because he was so happy.

The little girl looked at Master's handsome silhouette, her eyes were full of stars, her voice was soft, and she asked, "Master, Master, is it now?" ”

"Well, today."

Hearing this, Zhan Jiu slowly sat up from the bed: "Master, you wait for me at the gate of the temple, and I will come immediately." ”

"Hmm."

Xiao Jiu quickly packed up and trotted all the way to the temple gate.

Fu Yusheng was also waiting for him, standing there looking down at the bottom of the mountain, as if he was thinking about something, he was a little distracted, and the coldness in his bones made people dare not approach.

That coldness seems to be innate, and Qingjun's eyebrows are full of alienation.

Xiao Jiu didn't like to hold grudges, walked up to him, and greeted softly: "Little donor." ”

Fu Yusheng frowned slightly, took a step forward, and opened the distance between him and her.

The little girl's voice was soft and glutinous, and she continued: "Little donor, your face is not very good, and it will take a long time to go down the mountain." ”

Fu Yusheng's breath was cold, as if he hadn't heard it, and he felt uncomfortable thinking that she had fed him mud sticks.

"Let's go."

After Sanskrit finished speaking, he wanted to hug her.

Xiao Jiu immediately waved his hand and said seriously: "Zhan Jiu doesn't want the master to hug you, I'm already a big monk, you can go by yourself." ”

After speaking, he jumped down the mountain, humming a very light little song.

When Xiao Jiu walked less than ten meters away, he thought that the little donor's illness was not complete, and looked back at him and said, "Little donor, it really takes a long time to go down the mountain, and I have to say it if I am unwell." ”

Fu Yusheng's handsome face did not have a trace of ups and downs, but he felt that the salty taste in his mouth had lightened a lot. He has had a habit of cleanliness since he was a child, and naturally remembers the little monk rubbing mud sticks for him to eat. With one hand in his pocket, he clenched the candy paper in his hand, frowned, and looked very heavy.

The road down the mountain is indeed very long, at the beginning, Xiao Jiu can still jump around, but later, he really can't walk.

Seeing that the master and the little benefactor had not yet followed, she took out a white cloth from the small cloth bag on her back, put it on the stone, and held up the robe with her little hands to make sure that it would not get dirty, and then sat down.

The two little hands kept fanning themselves, and even so, the little face was still red and fluttering, which was very cute.

After a while, Sanskrit Yin and Fu Yusheng got closer.

Fanyin has always been very sorry for Zhan Jiu, and this is the first time that she has walked so far alone.

Similarly, Zhan Jiu also felt sorry for his master, looked at the way down the mountain, and then looked at Fu Yusheng who passed by her.

Fu Yusheng didn't plan to wait for her, but as he walked, he was hugged by someone's leg.

He looked down and saw Zhan Jiu looking up at him.

Fu Yusheng's eyes were vigilant, this little monk walked for a while, and there was sweat on his body, didn't he want to rub mud sticks for him to eat again?

Suddenly, Xiao Jiu stretched out his little short arm, pinched the corner of his white shirt and shook it, and said delicately: "Little donor, are you okay with me~"

Seeing this, Fu Yusheng squinted slightly, dark and cold, and did not mean to betray her.

Zhan Jiu was really tired, the pupils of the water spirit were suddenly filled with a shallow mist, the long eyelashes, fluttering, I saw pity, and pouted: "Just carry a lost distance." ”

Fu Yusheng wanted to break her hand, but when he saw her eyes, he thought of his younger brother at home, and for a while, he was irritable, but he couldn't bear to open her hand.

All kinds of emotions hit her heart, and in the end, she squatted down in front of her: "Come up." ”