"Xiaoxiao, have you learned this hairstyle?" The woman in front of the bronze mirror gently touched her newly braided hair, turned her head and said to the little girl beside her.

"Yes, yes, thank you, sister." A small smile, revealing two shallow dimples.

The woman couldn't help but shake her head when she saw it, and then reached out and pinched her little face.

"You, if you don't perform on stage, you're just wasting this pretty little face."

Yes, Chaoyun (small) in this life has a beautiful face and a pair of smart eyes. The little grade shows a different style, but it's a pity......

Xiaoxiao smiled again, "Sister, you know, my illness can't face so many people. ”

"Of course I know, you're sick...... Is it not curable? Aoxue sighed with a little regret.

"All are fate. Maybe I'm just waiting for an opportunity to get better or worse. ”

"Oh, why are we so old and speak Buddhism." Looking at the little immature face but putting on a serious look, Ao Xue couldn't help but pinch it again.

Xiao Xiao was stunned, and for some reason blurted out the Buddhist words, which were inexplicably familiar.

"In his previous life, he may have been the son of the Buddha who often accompanied the ancient Buddha of the green light."

"Perhaps......"

"By the way, this year's flower viewing festival, the class owner allowed us to go!" Aoxue winked at Xiaoxiao.

Flowers? I'm looking forward to it.,I've been in the class for more than two years.,I haven't been out yet.。

"Sister, can I go too?" Little is a little excited.

"Of course, sisters can go—but dress up as a man, or wear a veil." Aoxue smiled.

"It's not good to wear a veil, let's dress up as a man, sister!" Xiao Xiao's face was slightly red with excitement.

Spring in Hangzhou is exclusive to peonies. And the Anguofang Kichijoji Temple is the most grand, there are hundreds of different varieties of peonies thousands of plants, every time the flowers bloom, compete for the beauty and spit out, it is extraordinarily moving.

The destination of this little trip is this Kichijoji Temple. On March 23, a group of people came together to participate in this grand flower party. The sound of silk and bamboo, the fragrant wind gusts. The beauty is smiling, nostalgic for the sea of flowers, such a beautiful scenery is quiet and beautiful, and it is picturesque.

However, a figure that haunts the little soul also appeared in this sea of flowers. Everything is impermanent, they only revolve around the crowd,