For the first time, Jing Shu obeyed Ning Suhe.

Somehow, she has an unquestionable toughness at this moment, which makes him feel that the woman in front of him also has her persistence.

"I'll do it myself." He was like the newlywed Yan'er's little daughter-in-law, he didn't dare to look at Ning Suhe's face, so he didn't turn his head and slowly took off his clothes.

Under the statue of the Buddha, the monk's robe fell to the ground, and there was only a fist between the monk and the woman, the woman's hands were as soft as boneless, and her fingers swept on the skin like catkins, as if they were tugging at his heartstrings.

It shouldn't be this way.

Forgive yourself for pardon.

He wears a sinful body, and he is still a monk, and he has such thoughts about the mirror spirit transformed by the heart mirror, which is simply worse than an animal.

It seems to weigh a thousand pounds on his back. He hung his head and stared blankly at the ground. This is his sinful karma, and all he has to do is to atone for his sins here with all his heart, not to covet this fleeting tenderness.

"You didn't make a voluntary atonement here, did you?" Ning Suhe's fingers rubbed gently on his back, laying out the medicine strip.

"Why do you think that?" Jing Shu turned his head to look at her with his spare eyes.

Ning Suhe glanced at the ground with palpitations: "Because of those chains. It feels like torture, a punishment from someone else, not a confession from yourself."

Jing Shu lowered his head, the light in his eyes dimmed, thought for a moment and replied, "I am here myself, and this punishment is the punishment of Heaven for what I have done, and it has nothing to do with others."

"Really?" Ning Suhe asked.

"Really." Keishu turned to look her gaze in reply.

Ning Suhe wanted to find a clue to lie in his gaze, but failed, and there was only determination in this pair of Ruifeng's eyes.

The secrets she can't reach are like the deep sea hidden under her eyes, and she can't see through them.

"Okay, then get dressed and drink the Ten Great Tonic Porridge." She turned to Keishu and crouched down to help him get dressed. With both hands, he pinched the placket and used some force, pulled the neckline together, and pulled Jingshu into her arms a little.

"What is this for?" Keishu controlled his body and broke the collar that was folded together and tightly choked the Adam's apple with one hand.

Ning Suhe took his hot hand down: "I'm afraid you'll be cold."

Forgive me for laughing, "I won't be cold." After that, I shuddered.

Ning Suhe didn't break it, but silently opened the food box and took out a bowl full of porridge: "It's still warm, drink it quickly."

Jing Shu was no longer entangled in the neckline, and let it strangle his neck, locking the scorching body temperature firmly under the thin monk's robe.

He took the bowl and looked at it, and said with a smile: "The so-called "Ten Perfect Supplements" is a bowl of white porridge?"

"Of course, it's white porridge." Ning Suhe sat down beside him, "The porridge is it, and the "perfect supplement" is me, and I am not making up for the injuries in the body, but in the heart."

She stared at the forgiving face, "Can't I heal the wounds in your heart?"

Jing Shu didn't answer, just drank all the porridge.

As the night passed, Jing Shu burned even harder, and he slept all night, talking nonsense in his mouth, and did not wake up until dawn.

Ning Suhe came out of the pine forest, she wanted to get rid of Zhixin to buy antipyretics, but this little monk has never appeared since the thunder fell.

There was no way, she could only let Jingshu stay alone in the forest, and fly with a food box to buy medicine.

When she got back to the cabin, she had a few more things in her hands. The wooden basin borrowed from the temple was filled with hot water, the handkerchief was placed on her shoulder without holding it, and the soup and freshly boiled porridge were placed in the food box, and the heat steamed from the cracks in the box to her hands.

She gently laid down everything, twisted the veil in silence, and wiped her sweaty face for forgiveness.

"Why lie to me?" Ning Suhe inexplicably had an incomprehensible emotion, unable to explain or explain, but there was a clear bitterness lingering in his heart.

"Do you really dislike me like that? So I didn't want to tell you anything after I discovered so many secrets?" She helped Jingshu to sit against the wall and poured a spoonful of the decoction into his mouth.

finger

The tip gathered spiritual power, and the green and tender fingers slid along the thin lips to the chin, and then dragged from the chin to the Adam's apple, Jing Shu swallowed a mouthful, and drank the medicine.

In this way, a lot of time was wasted after drinking a bowl of medicine, and the sleeping respectful forgiveness pursed his mouth like a child, as if he did not want to take another sip.

Ning Suhe picked up a bowl of porridge again: "I still have to eat."

Jing Shu's brow furrowed, his body curled up in a ball, and he fell asleep again. So the porridge was drunk by Ning Suhe.

Two days later, Jing Shu woke up on a sunny afternoon, and when he woke up, he was covered with a monk's robe, and Ning Suhe was squatting on the ground with his back to him.

Seeing that she was about to turn around, Jing Shu closed his eyes and pretended that he had not woken up.

Ning Suhe lifted his clothes and said to himself while taking the medicine, "You won't be unable to sleep, will you? Although I can't see through you, I always feel that you are a person with feelings, and you can't forget the woman you once loved, and you are willing to suffer such a punishment at the cost of your life for her...... Why, why do I feel like you're good more and more? Did you give me some Gu?"

Jingshu's breathing involuntarily quickened, and his eyelids trembled.

"I really like you, but I don't know if I should tell you."

Jing Shu slowly opened his eyes, and his clear and divine gaze fell on Ning Suhe.

She was still concentrating on the herbs, when she suddenly felt a gaze fall on the top of her head, and when she hurriedly raised her eyes, she saw Jingshu's eyes lowered, and her dark pupils were watching her through their sockets.

Ning Suhe let out a low sigh, wanting to step forward but not daring to act, she stood in place awkwardly and asked, "When did you wake up?"

Jing Shu touched his forehead and tied up the unfinished herbs, "Just now, when you were talking."

"What?!" Ning Suhe was shocked and covered her face, "You heard everything?"

Jing Shu got up and dressed neatly, looked like he had no distractions, knelt in front of the Buddha statue and kowtowed, and after three prostrations, Ning Suhe heard the most painful words that made her the most painful: "Starting tomorrow, don't come to me again."

She stepped forward and grabbed the clothes on Keishu's shoulders, "You really don't want to see me again?"

Keishu didn't look back: "You go."

Still unconvinced, she dragged the futon with brute force, turned Jingshu's body around, and pointed her finger at his heart: "Ask your heart carefully, does he really want to see me anymore?"

As soon as Jing Shu was about to answer, Ning Suhe grabbed the conversation: "A monk can't lie."

"Monk...... Jing Shu's eyes were only silent, his eyebrows furrowed, and his tone was mocking, "You also know that I am a monk."

"But I don't care! What do you like to divide into monks? You just have to ask yourself if you like me or not? If you like me, I will accompany you every day, and if you don't like me, you can say it directly, but you can't drive me away in such an unexplained way."

Her clothes were crumpled, and Keito pushed her hand down: "Nothing will happen between me and you, if you take me as a friend, don't come to see me again."

As soon as the words fell, Ning Suhe was knocked out of the door of the wooden house as at the beginning. The door that had been opened for her every day was finally closed again.

"That's the way it is." Ning Suhe watched the scene in front of him slowly disappear, and turned to Linghua and said, "He pushed me away just because he was a monk."

In the void of the Mirror of the Heart, the story in the Jingyin Temple gradually faded from all around, and the familiar snow white was still around. Linghua and Ning Suhe stood one after the other, looking from a distance, their postures seemed to be exactly the same, but their postures were completely different, as if they were one person and two people.

"Maybe he was worried about his punishment. I don't know how often he will be punished, and I don't know if he will be punished other than him, but I want to be with him, I want to protect him, I want to bear it with him." Ning Suhe looked at Linghua with the expectation of wanting to be recognized in his eyes, "This is a good idea, right?"

Linghua didn't answer immediately, she thought slowly.

Ning Suhe's feelings for Jingshu have exceeded her expectations, and she thought it was just a momentary whim, or the beginning of love

opened a little cautiously, but she didn't expect that she would share weal and snow with people she had known for less than a few months.

Is it innocence, stupidity, or a passionate temperament?

Jing Shu is right, Ning Suhe is indeed completely different from her. If she encounters this kind of thing, I am afraid that she will only be able to relieve one or two, and will not let her feelings completely dominate her thoughts.

Moreover, she will not save Jingshu. Because it is respectful forgiveness, she will definitely not save it.

But how should I tell Ning Suhe about this, or should I keep her innocent love?

"Do you really like him so much? Not even afraid of heavenly punishment?"

"Really! I'm not afraid! I want to be as casual as I want, like is like, I don't hide, I don't retreat. Life has an end, even if you are not human, there will be a day when your spiritual power will be exhausted, I don't want to wait until I am about to die to regret it, why I didn't express my heart at that time, and I was obsessed and resentful for many years.

Some feelings, I said it at the time, there will be results, whether it is good or bad, this is a result, and I have a bottom in my heart. What I'm afraid of is the kind of liking that doesn't see the end, doesn't get rejected, and doesn't get acknowledged, which is grinding.

So if you like it, you have to say it out loud, express your thoughts, let him know his heart, so that he can be better together.

It doesn't matter if he gets knocked out, because I can see that he listens to his inner thoughts. He's always been hard-mouthed and soft-hearted, and he doesn't really like me, so I decided to continue liking him, and maybe one day he'll like me as much as I like him."

Ning Suhe has already begun to imagine the future life of the cabin: "Maybe I will try until he accepts me and his true heart, and then the exchange of hearts and minds will be invincible."

"You and I are one, even if he has hurt me, it doesn't matter?" Linghua's mouth opened and closed, and she said something that she couldn't believe.

"What? He really has a problem with you......

"My entanglement with him is far simpler than you think." Linghua smiled coldly, "It was him, acting impulsively in a fit of anger, making me search for nearly a hundred years in the world, even so, don't you think it's okay?"