Ning Xi originally wanted to ask clearly, but at this time, a little monk ran over and reminded him that the Xuanjing Festival was about to start.

Xuan Jing didn't seem to have any intention of explaining, so he left after saying goodbye to her and Xi Shiqing.

Ning Xi could only turn to Xi Shiqing with a confused face, "Mr. Xi, you know the master better, what do you mean by him painting me a flower?" ”

Xi Shiqing picked up the piece of paper and looked at it carefully for a while, but he also had no clue, "I can't guess what the abbot is thinking." ”

After Xi Shiqing finished speaking, he looked at her with a little surprise, "There are many people who ask the master similar questions every day, and each time the master says at most that everything has its own fate, I didn't expect that this time I would personally give you a hand bet." ”

The corners of Ning Xi's mouth twitched slightly, and she muttered in a low voice, "Although I am quite honored to hear you say this, this flower is inevitably too mysterious...... Forget it, go back and think slowly! ”

When leaving the main hall, Xi Shiqing turned around and looked at the Buddha statue in the middle of the main hall for a long time.

Ning Xi put his arm on his shoulders and turned him around to prevent him from looking at it again, "Hey, don't look at it, what's so good about being a monk?" Chanting sutras and chanting Buddha all day long, can't drink alcohol, eat meat, and can't marry a daughter-in-law! Another day, I'll invite you to drink and cook you a whole meat feast to take you out, and keep you that you don't want to be a monk again! You say, what is the difference between this can't flirt with a girl's life and a salted fish......"

Ning Xi was racking her brains and gushing about the benefits of not being a monk, Xi Shiqing finally stopped looking at the Buddha statue, but looked at her, and there was nothing under her clear eyes, except for her reflection......

After tossing for most of the day, Ning Xi finally lived up to her trust and brought Xi Shiqing back.

At that time, Xi's mother was crying silently in the pavilion, and she had no hope that her son would change his mind.

Father Xi also had a sad face.

Although Old Man Xi didn't speak, he was under the most pressure, after all, his grandson likes Buddhism, and he also has his subtle influence.

"Why is it so long...... Old Man Ning poked his head out and looked at it uneasily for a long time.

Old Man Xi sighed, "Lao Ning, tell Xiaoxi to come back, let's find a way." ”

"What can I think of in such a short period of time?" Xi's mother glanced at the time, "There is still half an hour before Qingqing is going to lose her hair!" ”

After speaking, the tears fell even more fiercely, "If my Qingqing really becomes a monk, I will follow Luofa to become a nun!" ”

When Father Xi heard this, he was anxious, and said with a panicked face, "You...... What nonsense are you talking about! It's nonsense! ”

"Where am I messing around? My sons are all monks, what else do I have to remember! ”

"Then you don't care about Shixuan, don't care about me?"

……

The family was in a gloomy mood when they suddenly saw a person walking at the end of the corridor.

It's Ning Xi who is back.

Mother Xi was trying to comfort Ning Xi with a few words, so that she didn't have to care, she didn't want to, but in the next second, she saw a familiar figure coming out of behind Ning Xi.

It turned out to be her precious son!

Mother Ning was stunned for a moment, then her face was full of surprise, and she said in a trembling voice, "Qingqing......"

"Shiqing ......" Mother Xi, Grandpa Xi and Old Man Ning were all surprised and happy when they saw Xi Shiqing.

However, it is inevitable that he is still apprehensive in his heart, could it be that he came to see them for the last time before he lost his hair?

Until, Xi Shiqing walked up to them and called out one by one: "Dad, Mom, Grandpa, Grandpa Ning......"

It's no longer this donor, that donor!