The breeze blows through the mountain temple, and the peach blossoms are in full bloom.

A gust of wind mixed with incense blew into the meditation room......

The little boy, who was about seven or eight years old, tilted his head and looked at the little girl lying on the bed, who should also be about five or six years old.

The little girl lying on the bed frowned, and her face was covered with scratches.

This little girl was met when the outer disciples were out to chop wood, and the little girl fell at the foot of the mountain with blood on her clothes.

In addition, there was no one looking for someone within a radius of several miles, so the outer disciples took the little girl back to Lingguang Temple.

The little boy stretched out his hand and tugged at the clothes of the old monk beside him, and his voice was crisp: "Master, when will this benefactor wake up?" ”

The presiding abbot folded his hands and recited: "Amitabha." ”

Touching the little boy's hair, he smiled and said, "Master doesn't know when this little benefactor will wake up." ”

The little boy nodded ignorantly, then approached the bed and looked at the little girl.

The presiding abbot looked at the little boy as if he had thought of something, and asked, "Then Wuchen, can you promise the master to take good care of the little donor before this little donor wakes up?" ”

After Wuchen lowered his head and thought for a long time, he clenched his fists and looked at the presiding abbot with a serious face: "Master, rest assured, Wuchen will definitely take good care of this little benefactor!" ”

"Well, Master believes in dustlessness." The abbot smiled and nodded, then turned to leave.

Wuchen laboriously moved a chair next to him and put it on the side of the bed, sat on the chair and looked at the little girl for a while, then jumped out of the chair and ran out.

After a while, Wuchen walked in with a pile of books and put them on the chair next to him, and then wiped the table with his sleeve.

After wiping it clean, he put the pile of books on the desk, picked up the book on the top, and read it without dust.

From time to time, he furrowed his handsome sword eyebrows, as if he was puzzled and tangled. After a while, it was as if it had suddenly dawned on me, and I continued to look at it.

"Master, is it really okay for you to let the little junior brother take care of that little benefactor?" Nameless looked at Dustless' little arms and legs with a puzzled face.

Not far away, the abbot who was watching through the open door stretched out his hand and gave Nameless a fried date: "What, are you questioning your master and me?" ”

Nameless immediately shook his head, touching his head with one hand: "No, no, no, Master, you are the smartest and wisest in my eyes." ”

The tone is extremely affirmative, and the attitude is extremely sincere!

The abbot glanced at Nameless and nodded: "That's natural, you remember that before this little benefactor woke up, your little junior brother's breakfast and dinner had to be delivered." ”

After saying that, the presiding abbot left with his hands behind his back and humming an out-of-tune tune.

Nameless touched his head, holding back his face full of grievances.

I don't know if it's been like this for a few days, Wuchen has been extremely close to the little girl, in addition to reading, just to wipe the little girl's face. The little child actually did a very good job of taking care of people.

The morning bell rang several times, and Wuchen immediately woke up and quickly stood up.

"Poof" fell to the ground, and the body hurt.

After this fall, Wuchen woke up. Looking at the person lying on the bed who still seemed to be asleep, he shook his head.

He stood up and beat the dust off his body, smoothed out the wrinkles on his clothes, and then picked up the basin on the table and was about to leave, when he heard the voice of the person on the bed.