The answer to the child was an elegant female voice. Between her words, it was as if she heard the spring water gurgling down, and her tone fluctuated, just like a red fish chasing water, "After the Duanyang Festival, we will stay for a while, and we can go back to Chang'an." Cousin Yunfei, I don't think this Nanling is bad, the bamboo forest is full of birds, and the stream is long and trickling, which is not funny. ”

"Cousin Junqing, it's not as lively as Chang'an, and there are not a few people walking on the road, which is really boring. Forgive me for not being able to appreciate the elegance of the literati's pen, I still rejoice in Chang'an's sheng songs and neon clothes, fire trees and silver flowers. The little boy who was called "Yunfei" obviously disagreed with his cousin Qingjun's words, and was very disgusted with this remote Nanling.

"Yes, Cousin Junqing, it's so boring here!"

"Jun Qing, your cousin and I don't like the scenery of the mountains and rivers in Nanling, I always feel a little infiltrating!"

"I don't like it either. ”

......

Yunfei Xiao'er's words were echoed by several voices, and among this group of children, only the girl named Junqing helped Nanling say good things. She just giggled in the face of the dissenting opinions.

Ah Zhu heard the conversation of these children, and did not look back, he paused the movement of his hand. It was said to be a pause, but in fact, it was only a few seconds, and he quickly picked up the pestle and beat the Gebu monk's robe.

He had been fasting for many years, and his body was thin, a year or two younger than his actual age. But the force of the blow in his hand was amazing, and it made a burst of noise, attracting the attention of the gang.

"Look, there's a little man in Huanyi there!" Yun Fei pointed in the direction of Ah Zhu and shouted

"Yunfei, you call others villains, but you yourself are obviously a villain!" After Shen Qingjun finished speaking, he giggled again, and his voice was like a silver bell.

Since then, Ah Zhu has recalled this meeting between the two countless times. He thought that this was the first time the two of them met, so he kept thinking about it in his heart.

The faces of the few children who came with Shen Qingjun were blurred, but the girl's flower-like smile was engraved in his heart, and the smile with the silver bell lasted for a long time.

Every time I think about it, it hurts my heart.

"Eh, it's so pitiful to have to wash so many clothes at such a small size!"

"It must be a child from a poor family in Nanling!"

Shen Yunfei grinned and pointed again, "Look, what he washed is a monk's robe?"

"Really, is this the little monk of the Garan Temple, but he hasn't shaved his face!" said another slightly older boy.

Rustle—There was a sound of footsteps coming from afar, and the sound was getting closer and closer to Azhu.

Shen Yunfei trotted to Ah Zhu's back, patted him on the shoulder, and asked as if he were asking, "Hey, are you the little monk of Jialan Temple?"

Ah Zhu moved, waved away Shen Yunfei's hand, and didn't answer a word, his eyes only glanced at him, cold as frost. It's just that big, and it's already a look of alienation that rejects people thousands of miles away.

"Eh, what a handsome little brother!" Shen Qingjun's voice came from the slope, full of admiration.

Ah Zhu looked over, and Shen Qingjun was standing in the sunshine of the day, looking at him. The watery apricot eyes, black and white, with autumn pupils, and a smile. Her skin is white, if powdered, but her eyebrows fly and dance, but she reveals a natural luster. A touch of red lips, not from Zhu, is hooking the arc.

Dressed in green clothes. Green silk shirt, green silk skirt. is very worthy of her name - Shen Qingjun.

At a young age, if you look closely at the eyebrows, you know that she is a beautiful embryo.

Ah Zhu only glanced at it, then turned around and continued to wash the clothes of the uncles. Indifferent, as if the center of the conversation of several people was not him.

"Cousin Qingjun, that kid looks younger than you, just that little body, you still call him 'little brother'?" a young man laughed.

"Eh, the handsome ones are all 'little brothers'!" Shen Qingjun smiled lightly after speaking, as if he was a little restrained in front of outsiders, and did not giggle.

"Little monk, are you a dumb person?" Shen Yunfei saw that he ignored himself and was dismissed in front of his brothers and sisters, and he was a little angry, and his words began to be malicious.

Ah Zhu was silent, and replied to the child on the side with the sound of slapping the monk's robe.

Shen Yunfei is a son-in-law who is held in the palm of his hand at home, and he is favored wherever he goes. When he saw that Ah Zhu had his back to him and was bending over to wet his clothes, he stepped forward angrily and kicked Ah Zhu in the back.

Ah Zhu was defenseless, and his bending posture was really unstable, so he fell forward under Shen Yunfei's kick. With a thud, his head slammed into the rocks by the river.

Ah Zhu stood up, shaking a little. He touched his soaked body and slightly tingling forehead, and looked at his palms in surprise.

On another look, there were a few drops of red liquid, sticking to the stone. The river washed over and mixed with a little blood.

Poe exclaimed. The young master of the Shen family was so frightened that he stayed in place.

"Shen Yunfei, what did you do?" Shen Qingjun shouted angrily and ran down the slope.

She ran to Ah Zhu's front and pulled out a blue square handkerchief from the cuffs of her green silk shirt, with two colorful butterflies embroidered on the edges.

"I, I...... I didn't think about it......" Shen Yunfei snorted, and in the face of the reproach of his brother and sister, he immediately wrinkled his little face and cried. It's as if he's the victim.

"Little brother, are you okay?" Shen Qingjun wiped the blood from Ah Zhu's forehead with a square handkerchief, the strength was soft, she looked at the scar that was exposed after wiping off the blood, stepped forward, and blew towards the scar. As if this way, he would not be in pain.

Ah Zhu frowned, don't start, and refused again and again. This girl is too fragrant to stand it.

"Ah Zhu, what's wrong with you?" came Uncle Shijian's question.

The three people at the bottom of the slope looked over and saw Shen Pingru, the head of the Shen family, accompanied by a monk with clear bones, thick eyebrows and high cheekbones.

I saw a person under the slope with a broken head and a bloody stream, and a person crying. Shen Qingjun was wiping Ah Zhu's forehead.

What's going on, at a glance.

Uncle Shi Jian sighed and shouted down the slope, "Ah Zhu, let's go back." The unwashed monk's robes will be picked up later. ”

Ah Zhu raised his foot and was about to leave, Shen Qingjun grabbed the corner of his monk's robe and stuffed the cyan square into his arms, "Take it, cover the wound." ”

Shen Pingru glared at him like an eagle's eye, he looked at Shen Yunfei under the slope, and frowned. Then he apologized to Shi Jian on the side, "Master Shi Jian, it's my Shen family's lax discipline that allowed the stubborn child to hurt your beloved disciple." I'm really sorry for you. I see that several parts of the temple are dilapidated, and it is time to rest. I apologize. ”

Shi Jian still only sighed and said nothing. He waited until Azhu had gone uphill, and then they went away together.

Down the slope, Shen Yunfei was glared at by Shen Pingru, and he was so frightened that he stopped crying, but his body was still twitching.

Shen Qingjun looked at his father and met his inquiring gaze. The cold eyes are not like the father who usually dotes on her. But she was also stubborn and not afraid, so she just watched it.

Hey—

Shen Pingru let out a long sigh and opened his eyes first. looked at Ah Zhu and Shi Jian, who were submerged in the bamboo forest.

This year, Shen Qingjun met him for the second time.

Shen Qingjun was seven years old.

He was five years old.