"Thank you for the mung bean porridge that Layue made for us." Shi Yunqing said that it was natural to go to fetch the porcelain bowl on the table, and then his hand paused in the air.

On the stone table, next to a used porcelain bowl, there was a hat, which was still wet, and this hat looked like a man's style.

La Yue was already startled when she heard Shi Yunqing shout her name, she usually called Mrs. Xing, why did she suddenly change her name and shout her name?

Then I saw Shi Gongzi's movements, and then looked at the hat and the used soup bowl on the stone table, and I was so frightened that I coughed and almost went straight over.

Mama Chang hurriedly stepped forward to beat her back, Layue gasped for a long time before holding Mama Chang's hand and said, "Chang Gongzi suddenly changed his name, I was shocked," and pointed to the hat and empty bowl on the table, "Mama, why did you leave the hat down when you came to deliver the bowl, how can you get sick in the rain?" Take this and bring me three more empty bowls. ”

As soon as Mama Chang heard this, she already knew that the young lady would have an adventure during this time. It is also worthy of being an old man, listening to the young lady's lie, he took the hat on the table with the same face at the moment and said, "The old slave should die, he just left in a panic, so he forgot about it, I will go and bring you a bowl, and then bring the corner of the dish to a plate for everyone to taste, but it is also the filling that the young lady personally directs." ”

Golden Finger sat down silently, looking like a wood carved clay sculpture. Shi Yunqing saw the lies of their master and servant's one-on-one answers, and he never debunked them, but secretly admired in his heart that this Dai Xue was brave and strategic, and he could even think of coming here to avoid danger.

After a while, Mama Chang brought a new bowl and a plate of vegetable corners.

Layue was about to serve soup for them with her own hands, but was stopped by Shi Yunqing, and deliberately said in a very affectionate tone, "Layue, you are a patient, why bother you to do it, or I will come." ”

Layue, who was uncomfortably shouted by him, smiled awkwardly and didn't dare to make a sound. I thought: Did they find out about Dai Xue just now, otherwise how could Shi Yunqing suddenly call himself like this, thinking that this person has always been good at strategy, La Yue suddenly understood after a few thoughts in her heart, this is provoking Dai Xue? Think he didn't go far?

sighed secretly in his heart, this person is scheming, step by step, he is really a strong opponent, Dai Xue will definitely not be his opponent in the future.

But when he heard that Shi Yunqing had three bowls of soup but was not in a hurry to drink it, he asked Layue with a smile, "Layue, what does this mung bean soup taste like?" What kind of seasoning are put in it, and why is it so light and attractive? ”

Layue thought that he used his own design to make Dai Xue fall into the trap, and he was tempted by another word, and her heart was unhappy, but when she heard this exciting goosebumps, she still couldn't help but twitch the corners of her mouth, "Why did Shi Gongzi change his name well, he is not used to listening to it, is it still Mrs. Xing?" I drank this soup very well, and it was boiled with a little white peony petals. ”

She said and gave the vegetable corner to Jinzhi and Shi Yunqing, "Try this again, I grew up in the village when I was a child, and I love to eat vegetable corners and drink mung bean soup in summer, and I don't know if the stomach of the prince and the master is used to eating or not." ”

Seeing that there was no response to several temptations, Shi Yunqing knew that this Dai Xue had really left, otherwise he would not be able to bear to be so ambiguous with Layue with his temper.

He took a bite of the vegetable corner, drank a sip of mung bean soup, and praised with satisfaction, "If you don't make rouge in Layue in the future, you can go to open a restaurant." ”

Seeing that he didn't care that he still called Layue, Layue had no choice but to go with him, thinking that it was just a title anyway, and there were often guests in the shop who called him by his name, which was nothing.

After the meal, the rain still kept falling, so Golden Finger invited Layue to the wishing lamp to choose the lamp for his deceased father, and Shi Yunqing happily went with him.

Following the suggestion of the golden finger, Layue chose a medium sea lantern of one hundred taels of silver a year, wrote down the hours of his father's life and death one by one, looked at the golden finger sticking to the lamp holder, followed by a volume of the Tibetan scriptures, and silently prayed in his heart that his father would bless him to get out of the fire pit of the Zhang family as soon as possible.

What she didn't expect was that Shi Yunqing actually had a lamp, which was next to Layue, and it was exactly the same as Layue was a lamp for the deceased, and the name of the lamp holder was sealed inside.

Layue thought about it for a long time, but she didn't expect to hear anyone say that someone had died in the Shi family, could it be that it was for some of his confidantes to light the lamp? But if young people can't afford to have a lamp of this size?

After thinking about it for a long time, I didn't understand, and the golden finger invited the abbot to eat tea again, and Layue put down this matter, and Shi Yunqing half-hugged it.

As soon as they entered the door, Layue and Shi Yunqing were attracted by a painting on the wall at the same time, and Layue's eyes were blurred with tears in an instant, and she was as sad as a mourner, and she couldn't stop it no matter what.

And Shi Yunqing was also stunned, looking at the painting as if he had lost his soul, holding Layue's shoulder with one hand, and reaching out to touch the painting with the other, maintaining this posture as if he was stationary.

The golden finger sighed, knocked on the wooden fish on the table, and recited the mantra for a long time, and the two gradually woke up.

Layue and Shi Yunqing were both surprised, and asked in unison, "What kind of picture is this?" ”

Shi Yunqing frowned displeased, "Where did the Golden Finger get this picture, I haven't seen it yesterday." ”

Jin finger recited a sentence of Amitabha Buddha said, "This is the original in the temple, this morning only took out the hanging, the old abbot once said that if this picture meets a destined person, it will give birth to a feeling, and then must ask the destined person to give a poem to commemorate it." ”

After the golden finger finished speaking, he spread out the pen and paper, put his hands together and begged for a poem, "Please turn your back, don't communicate, just write the poems you think in your heart, and the little monk will explain to you when he turns around." ”

The two didn't know why, but they still nodded, and turned around with their own pens.

Layue hadn't actually learned any poetry, but it seemed to have entered the painting just a while, and her ears vaguely seemed to hear someone reciting poetry, so she picked up a pen and wrote it down.

Shi Yunqing and Layue put down their pens almost at the same time, and the golden fingers watched what the two of them wrote.

With a long sigh, he explained the reason for them.

They first appreciated Shi Yunqing's song:

"The Dead Beggars at the End of the Year"

In front of the old moon and old plum,

The mountain temple is drunk and sleeps against the wall.

Before closing the eyes, the flowers are bright,

Wake up to the snow and bury the yellow spring.

Then enjoy the song of the wax moon:

"Sleeping Weng Picture of the Year Shoushan Temple"

In front of the old apricot blossom tree in the mountain temple,

The white-bearded beggar sleeps with his shoulders crossed.

Before going to bed, the eyes are full of spring,

Waking up from a dream, flowers are like springs.

Jin pointed out, "You two don't know each other, but you make two poems with the same rhyme and words at the same time, and even the names are similar," he sighed again, "It's just that the two poems look similar, but sometimes people are opposite, one sees the beginning of the year, the other sees the end of the year, the other sees the freezing death, the other sees the spring sleep, and everything you see is different." ”

"What Yun Qing sees in his eyes is an old beggar buried in the snow, and what Mrs. Xing sees in his eyes is a casual old man sleeping under the apricot blossom tree, all of which are portrayals of the future life of the two of you, I hope you two will do it yourself."