Qin Lu's eyes faded a little, "I didn't inquire." ”

Ever since he knew that Father Qin had already been replaced, and deliberately caused a stroke of fake Qin's motherhood, Qin Lu no longer asked about them.

Lin Anan held his hand, "Okay, if you don't want to ask, you don't have to ask, if you think your eldest brother won't let her go." ”

Qin Lu nodded, the eldest brother's feelings for his biological mother were much deeper than those between him and the second brother, after all, not long after he was born, his mother was replaced, and after he remembered, he lived with the fake Qin's mother.

changed his biological mother's face in such a vicious and cruel way, the eldest brother knew the truth, how could he let go of that woman.

It's just that...... The whereabouts of his biological father......

sighed slightly, even though the eldest brother has resentment and hatred, he will not kill his father with his own hands if he wants to.

……

A ship going overseas, riding the wind and waves, the rain hit the deck, a little novice walked up to a man wearing a hat and a monk's robe, and said softly: "Uncle Shi, it's raining, let's take shelter in the cabin." ”

"You go and hide, the poor monk wants to feel here."

Xiao Shami hesitated, turned around and ran back to the cabin, took out an oil-paper umbrella, held an umbrella for the monk, and obediently accompanied the monk.

The monk looked at the rain-soaked half of the little novice's body and sighed slightly, "That's it, let's go." ”

The monk led the way back to the cabin, and the little novice obediently followed him.

The monk returned to his cabin and took off his sandalwood-stained robe, but he exuded an unpleasant smell.

This is the after-effect of the face change. One eight

He closed his eyes, changed into a clean monk's robe, and dyed his body with sandalwood once again to cover the unpleasant smell of his body.

I remember when he was young, he was working in the field, and Da Lang would always hold an oil-paper umbrella, trot to the field, and say in a milky voice: "Daddy, I'll hold an umbrella for you!" ”

But he was small and had little strength, holding an umbrella high, but instead of being able to stop the rain, he was drenched himself.

Every time he went home wet, his daughter-in-law would always complain about them, saying that he was still busy in the field when it rained, and couldn't he wait for the rain to stop before going down, saying that the eldest man was young and couldn't help, and he always added to the chaos, and if he got sick, he had to spend money to treat the disease.

She complained in her mouth, but the movements of her hands were not slow, and she quickly boiled the ginger soup.

The big head doesn't like to drink ginger soup, he is always spicy tears, and his daughter-in-law is always coaxed, and when he finishes drinking, she will give him a piece of sugar.

But every time, when the ginger soup was drunk, the daughter-in-law pretended not to remember, Da Lang would always cry, and when the child cried, she was quite helpless, took out a piece of candy, and said with a serious face: "I can only lick one bite." ”

Da Lang nodded obediently, but his tongue stuck out into a roll, and he ran away with a whole piece of candy, and in turn deceived his mother.

The monk closed his eyes and reached out to touch his naked head, since he had shaved off three thousand troubles and cut off from this red dust, he should not think of the old past.

He was to follow the abbot's instructions and send the scriptures overseas to spread the Dharma.

With the rosary in his hand, he sat cross-legged and silently recited the scriptures in his mouth, calming himself and forgetting everything.

……

The masked woman walked into the sanctuary step by step, looking at the back of the man in the middle of the sanctuary under the dome, her steps slowed down, and even her breathing became gentle.

The memory is very vague, before she met her husband, her mother treated her very well, and always took out a portrait at night, pointed at the man on the portrait with her thin finger, and said to her: "Son, remember, this is your father's appearance, if one day, we meet, I hope you can recognize him." ”