The three of them had a very happy meal, Liu Chuan and Fu Ling chatted from the dishes to their usual hobbies, from their usual hobbies to going to play tennis together next Saturday.

Although the two people who forgot their friends at first sight completely ignored Mo Wei's existence, the boiled fish in this shop is really authentic, it is really good and has an endless aftertaste, which fully makes up for Mo Wei's psychological trauma, Mo Wei sighed and let them talk, as long as the soup is delicious!

The staple food is Xiaolong soup dumplings, white and tender, through the skin, Mo Wei can clearly see the pure soup inside, after taking a bite, it can really be described as fragrant.

Mo Wei's mood is better!

Finally, there are three portions of bean paste filling of wine-stuffed rice balls, sweets are Fu Ling's favorite, although he is not used to the taste of mash, but the bean paste filling of the rice balls tastes fragrant, and it is not too sweet and greasy, Fu Ling is not willing to give up when he has eaten too much.

Seeing that Fu Ling liked it, Liu Chuan was very gentlemanly and pushed the wine-stuffed rice balls that had not been touched in front of him in front of Fu Ling, "I don't like to eat sweet things, if you don't mind, help me eat this!" ”

"Well, I really want to eat it, but I can't eat it." Fu Ling's face was reluctant.

"It's okay, I'll let them make two copies for you to pack and take back to school!"

"No, it won't taste good when it's cold."

"Well, yes, you can't heat it in your bedroom. You like this shop, we'll come back next Saturday after playing. ”

O God! O earth! Mo Wei began to wonder if Liu Chuan had fallen into the evil spirit, and who was sitting opposite him?!

Liu Chuan is handsome, studies well, has better family conditions, is a well-known school grass in the school, and has a blind attitude towards girls. He is also never enthusiastic about boys.

Today, Liu Chuan opened Mo Wei's eyes, and Mo Wei finally knew what it meant to be "considerate and meticulous." ”

Mo Wei found out that Liu Chuan is not close to girls, but not close to ordinary girls, Liu Chuan meets the girl he likes, he is really active and enthusiastic!

Zhou Weiguo is also sighing, he has been a comrade-in-arms with Liu Chuan's father Liu Dedong for many years, Liu Chuan has always been a good boy with excellent character and learning in his heart, and the best candidate for his future son-in-law, I didn't expect it!

Unexpectedly, Dong Qing managed her husband's affair, but she couldn't watch her son's early love! If Dong Qing and Liu Dedong knew that Xiaochuan and a little girl would go out to eat, they would have to have a private room, Zhou Weiguo couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth when he thought of this, and he smiled!

The owner of the Chuanxiang Pavilion is also happy, and entertaining three children for a table of dishes is better and more satisfying than directly sending a 1,000 yuan red envelope to Director Zhou, which is too cost-effective!

The meal that the three teenagers ate at the Chuanxiang Pavilion was really happy.

Leaving the Chuanxiang Pavilion, Liu Chuan wanted to send Fu Ling back to school, but Fu Ling refused, and after saying goodbye to each other, Fu Ling took a taxi and went straight to the Chinese Medicine Hall.

After getting off the bus in front of the Chinese medicine hall, Fu Ling habitually looked up at the signboard "Xuanfu Chinese Medicine Museum", every time he saw these words, Fu Ling's heart would be steady, and his mood would be very good.

When the name was first given, Xuanwu wanted to call it "Chen's Traditional Chinese Medicine Museum", Fu Ling didn't do it, Fu Ling must add his own name to it, Fu Ling had an extra heart, Fu Ling felt that the store name had her name, and the store would have half of her, and Xuanwu could no longer drive her away!

There is only one person in the store, the store is not big, the business is average, Xuanwu didn't really want to give the old man and the old lady cupping and massage every day, and he just wanted to have a legitimate career, cultivate some merits, and survive a catastrophe.

Xuanwu saw Fu Ling jumping up and coming in with a smile on his face, and at first glance, he looked like he was full of food and drink, and he was in a good mood, and smiled helplessly.

"Xuanwu, the Chinese food I ate at the Chuanxiang Pavilion today, his dishes are really good, the roast rabbit and boiled fish are delicious, by the way, you don't like to eat fish, I will invite you to go tomorrow and give you some boiled beef." Fu Ling's face was sincere.

"Is five hundred dollars enough?" Xuanwu asked.

"I didn't spend any money, Liu Chuan met one of his father's comrades-in-arms, and that person invited him."

"By the way, Xuanwu, why do you think Liu Chuan is very familiar, I feel that I have known him for a long time, but I can't remember when I saw him, you help me think about it." Fu Ling asked Xuanwu with a puzzled expression.

Xuanwu thought for a while, "You have indeed seen him, he was a little novice in the temple in his previous life, but he left the temple when he was seventeen years old, and you were quite disappointed at that time." ”

"Really?" Runes searched their messy memories.

"Oh, I remember, he's the stupid little novice who sweeps the leaves every day."

"Who the hell are you two stupid?" Xuanwu was really helpless.

"Of course it's him." Fu Ling said confidently.

Speaking of the little novice who swept the leaves, Fu Ling was really confident, at that time Fu Ling was just a soul, although he had a human form but no body.

On that day, Fu Ling was disgusted by Ao Tian again, and sat listlessly at the mouth of the well, the autumn wind was wheezing, the fallen leaves were scattered, and a small novice was sweeping the fallen leaves in the yard.

The maple trees in the courtyard, the leaves are red, and the leaves falling to the ground seem to have laid a thick red carpet on the courtyard, and in the eyes of Fu Ling, it is as beautiful as a painting, but the little novice in the painting is destroying the integrity of the painting.

Fu Ling wanted to tell him loudly not to sweep away the leaves, the red maple leaves spread all over the ground, how beautiful! The wind rustles through it, how nice it is!

But the runes knew that the novices could not see her, nor could they hear her voice.

Fu Ling raised his arm and waved it, and a light breeze blew, and the maple leaves that had been swept in a pile of novices danced in the wind, like beautiful butterflies, dancing and scattering in all directions.

When the novice saw that the wind had blown the leaves away, he did not complain, but turned and went on to sweep it.

And so the cycle began, one sweeping, one scattering, and a beautiful afternoon was spent like this.

The next afternoon, Fu Ling came to the mouth of the well again, and saw that the little novice was still sweeping the leaves, and Fu Ling waved his arm again.

The days passed like this, when the maple leaves on the trees were gone, the little novice was gone, and the little novice could not be found in the temple of Fu Lingman, and Xuanwu told her that the little novice was gone and would never come back.