"Forget? How can there be such a name? "Why is this monk of the Red Lotus Temple so strangely named? Usually it's not all wisdom, enlightenment, enlightenment......

According to Xiao Ran's logic, he must also be a little monk with a story!

"This is the name given to me by the abbot master..."The little monk didn't dare to look up, but replied respectfully.

"Your master is trying to make you forget..."

"Sister! Stop talking! Let's set off fireworks! Otherwise, you'll get sick again! "Xiao Penyu is the truth again!

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The fireworks in front of him lit up, and the barrel hissed, splashing out the sparks crackling. It's not so gorgeous, it's not too bright, it's just that it can illuminate the pavilion.

The chubby meat dumplings, the little monk in gray and blue monk clothes, and Qing He in Tsing Yi men's clothes, the three of them sat in the long pavilion, staring at the small starlight in front of them.

"Sister, do you know, these fireworks are all made by Brother Chong himself, Brother Chong is amazing! Do you look good? ”

"Well, it's good-looking! At least it's better than a candle flame! ”

After listening to Qing He's words, the little monk who originally watched the fireworks was empty, forgot about it, took a deep look at Qing He, lowered his eyebrows, and said leisurely: "My mother said the same thing.....

"Huh? Don't you think? ”

"I, disgusted with his transience!" It's really a contradiction, I obviously don't like it, why do I want to put it?

"Why? I think the value of fireworks lies in their brilliance..... It's not long, it's like life ......."

"It's not! This is selfishness! It thinks it is bright, and it ignores the melancholy of those who look up to its light, and loses it......"

Qing He's words were interrupted...... She turned her head to look at the sixteen or seventeen young man in front of her, and there was sadness in his eyes.

"If so..... Indeed, since you can't stay, why should it be so bright that it is desirable..... "Qinghe remembered that person..... "However, it's also helpless, isn't it?" ”

So, is he also helpless?

The little monk didn't answer again, the fireworks in front of him were finished, and the long pavilion fell into darkness again, and the eyes that were burned by the fireworks saw a deeper darkness than before.

When everyone couldn't see it, he buried his face in his knees. After a long time, he stood up.

"Donor, the little monk is going to add oil to the ever-bright lamp. Leave! ”

Qing He found that until the little monk was leaving, he had no interaction with the meat dumplings. It seems that I don't like him very much...... It's all wishful thinking to play with this brother.

At this time, a person stumbled over outside the long pavilion, with a big belly. It turned out to be Jiang Tian's wife.

"Mother!" When Rou Tuzi saw his mother, he hurriedly ran over.

Mrs. Jiang, who saw her son, actually had a little emotional breakdown and hugged the meat balls.

"Zheng'er...... You...... Where have you been...... Mother and mother are looking for you ....."

Seeing this, the little monk also walked over, frowning and looking at the mother and son.

"Chong'er ......" Mrs. Jiang saw the little monk and stretched out her hand to pull the little monk, but her face still couldn't hide the panic.

"Madame! What happened? The little monk took a step back sharply, and distanced himself from Madame Jiang before speaking.

Mrs. Jiang only then discovered that there was a Qinghe not far away.

"I ..... It's okay, I'm just here to look for Zheng'er, I haven't found it for a long time, and I'm in a hurry, so I'm so out of shape, and the two of you laughed..... Thank you for your concern, now that we have found it, we will go back first. After speaking, he nodded to Qinghe on the side, and then pulled up the meat dumplings and left.

A gust of evening wind blew, and a strange fragrance came from Mrs. Jiang, who was about to leave, not too strong, but the dog's nose Qinghe smelled it, and frowned, this fragrance is .......

How can a pregnant woman use this incense.....

"Mrs. Jiang....." Qing He was about to say a reminder, but when he saw Mrs. Jiang pulling Jiang Zheng's head and not looking back, he left in a hurry.

"Well, the dose is still small, it should be fine overnight, tell her tomorrow." Qing He thought in his heart, and when he turned back, he had disappeared from the little monk. Looking up at the sky, it's time to go back to your room and sleep!