It may be that God can't stand these two people's chickens and ducks, and it finally rains again.

Yang Gege escorted Cheng Daban back to the Niangniang Hall where he had been hiding before. On the road, he took off his black coat and wanted to cover most of his hair, but was pushed away by Cheng Daban.

"You're welcome! Didn't you say I had dreadlocks? Anyway, there is no place to wash, so let's pour the rain and remove the oil, hahaha, I came back from the sports meeting in middle school, and I did it like this," Cheng Daban said.

"It's just a dozen meters away, Boss Cheng, I'm afraid you need to wash your hair quickly." Yang Gege also received it smoothly.

"Hahaha"

With the roaring thunder, the laughter of the two people came from the Niangniang Palace.

Cheng Daban picked up a bun that Yang Gege had placed on the desk before, the taste of the five treasures in the mountains, fungus, daylily, mushrooms, and carrot vermicelli.

Yang Gege watched in the hall by himself, looked at Cheng Daban's simple bed after bypassing the Bodhisattva statue, and tore open a hanging apricot-yellow curtain to let her wipe her hair.

Although he only lived here for 3~4 days, most of Cheng's life was colorful. The Bodhisattva set up a bed behind the palace, relied on apples and walnuts for three meals, occasionally dug a spoonful of chili sauce to satisfy cravings, and stood upside down before going to bed to maintain his figure. Because I went to the kitchen at night to steal food, and I quarreled with the stray cats who watched the house, but it was the kind that yelled at each other from a distance, and inevitably came back and sneezed a lot.

I even found an abandoned electric kettle in the temple, took a bowl from the kitchen, and picked some chrysanthemum petals to drink on weekdays.

Although this is just his temporary boudoir, he was observed by a boy like Yang Gege for a long time, and Cheng Daban was still a little embarrassed. While biting the bun, he wanted to talk about something casually to divert the other party's attention, "I haven't touched anything in the hall, and I don't desecrate the Buddhist door, it's all collected from the outside." ”

"Did you bring this bun yourself, it's delicious?" Cheng Da said in a big way.

"My mother made it herself, and I brought some to all the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas. How many days have you lived, have you eaten the apples on the desk? Yang Gege asked.

"Yes! Don't talk about it, I haven't found any other offerings in the past few days. This apple is so unpalatable," Cheng Dahan burst out.

"Haha, that is a cotton apple, also known as a persimmon, which is used to smell incense, and basically no one uses it to eat. In the Ming and Qing dynasties, the court nobles would offer it, and now you look at the photos handed down by Cixi, and the fruit next to it is this. ”

Yang Gege said as he walked back to the Bodhisattva. He took a handful of incense sticks from the table, dipped them in two dips in an oil lamp, lit them, and bowed with his palms together in front of the statue.

"Hugo, you know a lot about history, huh?" Following the light blue mist of the incense, Cheng Daban looked at the boy opposite.

"Hahaha, because it's rare. Now the apples are all foreign varieties, this kind of traditional apples are only in Fujian, in fact, many Buddhism want to use them. The source of the goods of the temple is known only to the abbot. Don't think it's not delicious, it's rare. ”

"Mostly, the buns are cold, shall I pour you a cup of hot water? I see you've got a kettle."

Yang Gege still had his back to Cheng Daban, put his hand into the inner lining of his coat, and took out a medicine box.