In the evening of this day, Gongsun sat in the quiet courtyard and said to the quiet, "Jing'er, tomorrow Jiaming Muxiu, let him accompany me back to Qingshan Village, I want to go to see your mother." Speaking of her late sister, Yuzhu's whole heart ached. Her young sister was exiled to save him. His peerless sister was miserable for half her life, and now she went early, and he didn't even see the last one. Thinking that he would never see the sister who raised him from childhood again, he couldn't help but wet his eyes with tears again.

Thinking about all the things I used to be with my sister, it seems like it was just yesterday. Gongsun stretched out his hand and wiped his face fiercely, and said in a hoarse voice: "Your mother loves me the most when she is at home, I lost my mother when I was young, and it was your mother who brought me up." Now that I'm married, I should tell her to stop worrying about me over there, and let her be at ease. Speaking of this, I finally couldn't control it, and I burst into tears.

Gongsun's sadness, quietness does not know how to comfort. I could only nod lightly, "Okay"

Early the next morning, Jiaming took Fang Chen to accompany Gongsun Yuzhu, accompanied by Rong Qing, and the group got into a carriage and returned to Qingshan Village.

Gongsun They came back the next day, and when they got home, it was dark, and they found quietly and carefully that after they came back, Gongsun Yuzhu was even better to the two little ones, and it could be said that they were responsive and quite spoiled. And in the eyes that looked at him, he also became more and more loving, and occasionally there was a flash of distress.

Quietly, on the way back, Jiaming sat in the carriage and began to talk about everything bit by bit after his father's death and his mother's death. Gongsun Yuzhu, who listened, was sometimes angry because of the people in the old house, and sometimes distressed because he was quiet and went into the mountains alone. When I arrived in Qingshan Village, I saw the dilapidated grass house where Jing Jing lived when they were kicked out, and I felt even more distressed for Jing Jing's niece.

I still remember when I first met, the child was calm and calm, and his eyes had the wisdom and strength that no man has. She is so beautiful and bright, smart and generous, and she is better than a man. Later, he wondered, why is such a rare woman in the world not married? Even his sister is married, but she is still alone.

It turned out that it was all for these younger siblings. Although Jing'er's child doesn't look like her mother, she has a cute heart to protect her younger siblings, but she is the same as her mother back then. It's all so sincere, so selfless.

What does this uncle think? Quiet doesn't know, and it's not that important to her. She is now packing up for Jiaming, because Jiaming has decided to travel with her uncle and Rong Qing. For this decision, quiet is in agreement, the so-called reading thousands of books, it is better to travel thousands of miles. Broadening one's horizons is beneficial to Jiaming.

Probably they all felt that with the degree of quiet love for their younger siblings, they would not agree to Jiaming's trip. didn't expect to be so happy to agree quietly, and after listening to her words, several people even threw themselves to the ground for her admiration. Rong Qing called Ruojing a man, and her talent and vision can be worthy of everyone. If you enter the court, even the Taifu deserves to be quiet. Gongsun Yuzhu, who was an uncle, also nodded again and again, and the smug little expression on his face made Rong Qingzhi look like a flower.

In the face of such praise from them, Quiet blushed rarely. Compared with the free and easy in the past, there is a touch of shyness that a girl's family should have.

Gongsun Yuzhu and Rong Qing left, and also took Jiaming and Fang Chen with them. And Jiayue was also taken to live in the county seat with peace of mind, and now there is only one quiet master left in the house.

There is a shopkeeper in the nameless building, there is a child and a mother at home, and I am bored in the house quietly, thinking about going to Lingyin Temple. I took a look at the old monk Chen, and by the way, I participated in the Dharma conference.

After explaining his home, he rode the lightning quietly and went to the Lingyin Temple outside the city alone.

Today is the annual Dharma Conference of Lingyin Temple, and the old monk does not know what to think? I actually sent an invitation to Quiet. Approaching the end of the year, and the Dharma Conference, Lingyin Temple is more lively than before. At the foot of the mountain, there is an endless stream of pedestrians, cars and horses, and small traders and vendors are also vigorously hawking. Quiet handed the lightning to the man who guarded the carriages and horses at the bottom of the mountain, and sat down at a stall selling wontons. The wontons at this house are delicious, the soup is delicious, and I ate a big bowl last time I was quiet.

I think that at the beginning, Jing thought that the old monk was an otherworldly master, and he could become an immortal in his cultivation. But after a few contacts, I found that this old monk would be very calculating. Looking at the appearance of being full of peace and ignoring the world, he is actually very cunning. Every time I met him, I either donated a batch of winter clothes, or donated a cart of food, or added some sesame oil money to the Buddha in the temple. In a word, I haven't been empty-handed!

This time I was specially invited, so I can't be empty-handed. After thinking about it, Jing Jing brought a hand-copied Great Compassion Mantra, which did not require any silver or loss of etiquette, but also showed her admiration for the Buddha.

To say that the business of this wonton stall is really not very good. Because the people who come to worship the Buddha are vegetarians, how can anyone eat a bowl of meat wontons at the foot of the mountain like Quiet. Isn't this disrespectful to the Buddha? Silence doesn't care about these, the so-called wine and meat pass through the intestines, and the Buddha stays in his heart. The Buddha is nothing more than a spiritual sustenance for quietness. If they really put all their hopes on praying to God and worshiping the Buddha, and did not wait for the Buddha to appear, their brothers and sisters would have starved to death long ago. Besides, there are thousands of people in the world, and there are only a few Buddhas. Everyone goes to the Buddha, where can the Buddha be busy? If you have hands and feet, you should work your own, and Hugh will always trouble the Buddha. As the saying goes, it is better to rely on oneself, no matter when? If you don't work hard, no one else can help you. Those who don't know how to be enterprising, delicious and lazy, the Buddha must also be unwilling to deal with it, the so-called heaven rewards diligence, I'm afraid that's the truth.

Small snowflakes drifted in the sky, and Quiet was dressed in a purple riding costume and a cape of snow fox skin. A snow-white mantle, the color of snow. It forms a strong contrast with the purple clothes and pants, and the quietness is set off, with starry eyebrows, red lips and white teeth. Smooth black hair, with a purple headband tied up tall and tall, the already tall figure is even more slender. When I walked and moved, it was so moving. It is no exaggeration to say that the quietness is very, very beautiful now. Just don't say anything, don't do anything, just go to that station so casually, you can attract the attention of countless people, and now walking in the crowd like this, that is the most beautiful scenery!