I saw this maid Biyun wipe away her tears and said slowly: In the spring of five years ago, at that time, Miss Yu Qian was in the year of the golden hairpin, at that time, in order to repay the wish, the family gathered hundreds of people from all over the Xie family to go to the Qingdeng Ancient Temple together, and of course Miss was also included.

Because it was early spring, the family in order to show sincerity, all the personnel walked to the ancient temple, after walking for a long time, when we arrived at the foot of the ancient temple mountain, we suddenly heard a burst of piano sound, because the sound of the piano melodious and ethereal, everyone was attracted, stop and listen, since childhood and its love of the guqin Miss Yu Qian is even more like, she opened the reeds in the early spring, want to hear more clearly, only to see a boy sitting on the stone bridge with clear eyebrows, dressed in monk clothes, the same age as my young lady, his fingertips flew on the worn-out guqin, There are mountain birds jumping up and down beside him, a harmonious scene, my young lady was fascinated at that time, where Lai refused to go, no matter how we persuaded him, until the little monk finished bending, he got up, held the guqin in his right hand, glanced at Miss Yuqian's direction, and put his hands together.

"Amitabha!" He said, "Then he will leave."

"Hey~ Please wait a minute, can the little master's score be allowed to be seen by the little girl?" Miss Yu Qian shouted.

"Donor, I played the song for this resurrected creature as I liked, there is no music score, please forgive me! Amitabha! Then he turned and walked.

"Please stay!" The young lady still has to catch up, where did the old lady allow her to lose her temper like this, so she ordered us to take the young lady away, and the little monk has already gone away.

After arriving at the Qingdeng Ancient Temple, after all, it is the beginning of the new year, and there are countless people worshipping Buddha and making vows in the ancient temple.

When Miss Yu Qian was about to leave with the end of the family's vows, I saw the little monk who was playing the qin at the foot of the mountain following an old abbot from the corner of the temple and colliding with us.

"Hey, little master, little master, please stay, little girl is brave, I implore the little master to fight the piano with the little girl!" Before we could react, the young lady had already run over.

Everyone in the family was red-eyed, and in this public, a deep lady actually went to talk to a monk, and so on, but she had no manners, so she dragged the young lady back to the house.

After the lady returned home, she didn't eat or drink for several days, and the lord finally couldn't resist her, so she had to follow her wishes, and went to the ancient temple to invite the little monk called Zhushi to discuss the piano with the young lady, the meeting time was once every half a month, Miss Yu Qian was very happy at the time, with an opponent, her piano skills are becoming more and more exquisite day by day, when the little monk first came, he would not laugh, and after getting acquainted with the young lady, he gradually began to smile, and the words became more, and he became a person. This kind of good situation lasted for about four years, and then as Miss Yu Qian grew up, people began to propose marriage.

Her meeting with the little monk Zhushi was canceled by the old man, who said that the child grew up, and if it was like this for a long time, he was afraid that others would gossip.

After all these years, the young lady naturally has a secret affection for Zhushi and does not know it, without the arrival of the little monk, she does not cry on her mouth, but people are getting thinner and thinner, just ...... Just some time ago, I actually suffered from this strange disease, and the speed at which this thing that seems to be moss spreads day by day, and all the famous doctors I invited said that it could not be cured.

After that, Miss washed her face with tears all day long, Zhushi learned that my Miss was sick, several times, asked to meet with Miss, the lord was refused at first, and then saw him kneeling in front of the door every day, one was afraid of gossip, and the other was expected to cure Miss Yu's strange disease, Zhushi came every day, and returned from time to time, praying for Miss through the curtain, occasionally talking and chatting with Miss, during that time, Miss did get better, and the spread of moss was not as powerful as before, But the old man saw that this came and went for some time, but the young lady's illness was not cured, so he forbade such a meeting, and the young lady's illness became more and more serious since then, and now it is difficult to swallow even the decoction!

Speaking of this, Biyun began to cry again.