The moonlight is scattered, and the midsummer night can't help but be a little stuffy.

Yan Zisi propped his chin and absentmindedly picked up the fruit in the ice tray and ate it, the light of the candle flame was a little dim, and the mottled shadows were projected on the wall, slightly lonely.

This goods is not a safe one, after eating the fruit and picking up a plate of melon seeds, after eating it is thrown away, there are melon seed shells scattered at the feet.

"Miss, you are so uneasy, I just walked away for a while, and you ate a lot of melon seeds."

Xiangling's grumbling voice sounded, and she resigned herself to picking up the broom and tidying up the ground.

"I know I'm wrong."

Yan Zisi immediately nodded slightly, in a posture of admitting his mistake, but a melon seed that had just been knocked out was immediately thrown out casually.

She knew she was wrong.

But she's not going to change.

Xiangling glanced at Yan Zisi, who was sitting lazily, helplessly, "Miss, I heard Qiu Ju say that the old grandfather will be back in a few days." ”

"I'll come back when I'm back."

I went to the Bodhi Temple in Lingshan to worship the Buddha and came back so soon?

I guess I heard the news that the original owner was seriously ill, so I rushed back.

"Miss, have you forgotten something?" , Xiangling saw that Yan Zisi was about to fall asleep, and said angrily.

"What? I remember that I was bathed and could sleep. ”

Yan Zisi finally lifted his eyes and yawned lazily.

Xiangling, this little girl, is talking around the corner, isn't she being bullied, and she doesn't dare to say it?

Thinking about it, this thing's sleepiness deepened a little, "If anyone bullies you, you tell me tomorrow, and I will help you beat her." ”

"Miss, what nonsense are you talking about? I mean, you haven't finished copying the sutras you copied to my grandfather. ”

It stands to reason that the former lady didn't need her to remind her at all.

But thinking that after the serious illness of the young lady, there is always something abnormal in the brain, and she understands.

"Buddhist scriptures? You show it to me. ”

The string on the roll was opened, and a good-looking small block appeared, and it could be seen that the original owner was careful and rigorous in writing, otherwise the font would not be so upright and beautiful.

The original owner copied the Sutra of Amitayus and the Sutra of Amitabha.

It's just that the two Buddhist scriptures are longer, and the original owner can finish copying the first one.

Yan Zisi squinted his eyes, "Xiangling, is there anything to pay attention to when copying Buddhist scriptures?" ”

Xiangling thought for a while before saying: "You must wash your hands, avoid messy handwriting, avoid typos, avoid mental distraction, avoid coping, be dedicated, and avoid giving up halfway." I guess that's all. ”

Yan Zisi: "......."

Can the original owner still go to the rescue?

It's true.

It's not too late for her to finish copying the Buddhist scriptures and then leave.

"Miss, when are you going to copy the Buddhist scriptures?"

The curious little head poked over, and Xiangling said with some concern.

If you don't prepare, the old grandfather will come back.

"There's no hurry."

Yan Zisi instantly felt a little pain in his brain, and he didn't feel sleepy.

She is most afraid of trouble, copying Buddhist scriptures.

She doesn't copy.

This goods is also big-hearted, thinking that there are still a few days to kill, and suddenly feel sleepy again, stretch up and walk to the bedside, "Xiangling, your young lady is really going to sleep." ”

Xiangling was a little unwilling, and followed Yan Zisi to the edge of the bed, obviously asking about the day when Yan Zisi started copying Buddhist scriptures again.

Seeing that Yan Zisi was covered with the quilt, Xiangling suddenly said, "Miss, this is a serious matter." ”

Yan Zisi was not annoyed, his open eyes were bent, the corners of his mouth were smiling, and he said with a lazy expression: "Xiangling, do you want to... Sleep with me?"

As she spoke, she sat up, wearing only her underwear, the placket of her chest was a little loose, revealing a large area of whiteness and collarbones.

She approached Xiangling quietly, and a green hair was scattered behind her, forming a strong contrast with her red lips, like a fairy.

Xiangling was dumbfounded, stammered and scolded with a red face: "Miss, you! You! You disciple. ”

Yan Zisi raised his eyebrows, secretly blew next to Xiangling's ear, and said with a smile: "Duplicity, Xiangling is clearly shy." ”

Lecher?

This new nickname is interesting.

Seeing Yan Zisi's face getting closer and closer, Xiangling exploded in shock, her little face was like a monkey's ass, and she said inarticulately: "Miss! I! I really misread you, you actually, actually! I'm not going to give in, you're going to die of this heart. ”

After speaking, he didn't dare to look at Yan Zisi's figure again, and a green shadow flew out like an arrow.

"Poof!"

Yan Zi Sile has bloomed, and Xiangling is too careless.

Everyone is a woman, what is she afraid of?

Hum.

The next time she wasn't allowed to sleep, she would still use this trick.

Su family

"Brother, we left you a meal, you can go over and eat."

Seeing that Su Nanfeng finally came back, a trace of calculation flashed between Su Nanting's eyebrows, and his handsome face smiled like a flower.

I came back so late, and I don't know why I went.

When he saw the book in Su Nanfeng's hand, he immediately sneered disdainfully.

It turned out that I went to the stinky Taoist priest again.

The family is almost unable to open the pot, and he still has to buy new clothes and new strings, he is good, won't all the money he finally got be given to that Taoist priest, right?

Thinking like this, Su Nanting's eyes darkened, and his heart was extremely unhappy.

But thinking that now was the moment to make Su Nanfeng unlucky, he had to endure it again.

Su Nanfeng ignored him, obviously treating him as air, so he had to block in front of him, "Brother, are you hungry, the food is still hot." ”

Su Nanfeng held the book in his hand tightly, and frowned at Su Nanting.

What's going on with Sunan Ting?

On weekdays, their father and son don't leave him leftovers at all, only when their mother is there, they pretend to leave him a few steamed buns.

He walked around Sunan Ting's body and said, "Don't eat." ”

"Hey, brother, it's not good not to eat at night. You might as well eat a little bit. ”

Su Nanting was somewhat unwilling, and blocked in front of Su Nanfeng again, with his hands open, obviously not letting him leave.

Even Qi, who was immersed in weaving on the side, couldn't help but open his mouth: "Nanfeng, just listen to your brother, eat some and rest." ”

Su Nanfeng's deep eyes looked at the plates of exquisite dishes on the table, not only steaming, but also fragrant.

A leftover salted duck, a plate of oily greens, and a bowl of chicken soup.

I don't know when he will be able to eat such a good thing in this house?

His eyebrows were lowered, and his dull expression couldn't tell whether he was happy or sad, and he took a few steps in the direction of the dish.

"Brother, just sit down and eat well."

Seeing this, Su Nanting was overjoyed, and showed a malicious smile behind Su Nanfeng.

Afraid that he wouldn't eat it, they kept good food.

What a lowly person Su Nanfeng is, he must have not seen such a good meal for a long time.

There is croton in the dish, and he is waiting for bad luck.