"Luo Ziyou, how many days shall we go?"

"Maybe two or three days!"

Mu Qingwan was like a canary out of the cage, her eyes were full of desire to explore the world, and she said happily: "Luo Ziyou, I have never gone out alone, this time my parents have handed over my safety to you, you have to protect me!" ”

Luo Ziyou smiled and nodded, looking at her doting.

Mu Qingwan next to her wore a white velvet hat with ear protection today, and the black and shiny green silk spread out from under the brim, spreading a slight wave on the back of the shoulder, with a light face and a dignified sitting posture, like an elegant lady.

The two greeted their families, and Chen Kang, the driver and bodyguard, drove them to Kamata to visit Wen Wen'er.

The weather is a rare sunny day, the snow on the roadside has not yet melted, the more you go to the suburbs, the more white the scenery is, just two hours of travel for three or four hours.

Kamata County is the county seat under the rule of Donghua City, although the city is small, but it is famous for Daxia, just because most of the oranges in the country come from here.

Therefore, Lhotse and their families started from the Xiaxian Expressway, and the road was full of uniform and continuous orange trees. Although it is winter, the fruit trees are still orange and yellow, and the fruit is abundant.

When I arrived in the countryside, the roads were mostly dirt roads, and the snow made the road very difficult.

The small village is not big, you can see it at a glance, the village also grows orange trees, the number of households in the village is not much, it may be close to the reason for the New Year's Festival, people who go out to work go home to reunite, so that the village also seems lively.

At noon, when the village was full of smoke and the villagers were busy making lunch, Luo Ziyou called Wen'er to inform them that they had arrived in their village.

After a while, a thin figure dressed in a rustic style appeared on the road ahead, Mu Qingwan saw someone coming, and hurriedly rolled down the window and shouted, "Xin'er, here!" ”

Wen Wen'er was pulled into the car, went around in circles, and finally stopped at the small dirt slope on the left side of the village.

There are houses on the dirt slopes, and the houses are covered with mud walls and tiled roofs. The houses are not big, only three or four, and the yard is full of all kinds of fruit trees.

In front of the house, there was an old woman waiting with her hands leaning against the door.

The old man had a bad complexion, often coughed, and looked like a drooping old man.

The group of four got out of the car, Mu Qingwan looked at the old man, and called sweetly: "Grandma, hello, my name is Mu Qingwan, he is Luo Ziyou, this is Uncle Chen, we are all friends of Xin'er, and we are here to visit Xin'er." ”

The old man staggered but walked towards everyone in a hurry, Luo Ziyou saw that she was going down the stone steps, and hurriedly stepped forward to support her, Wen Wen'er was also going to step forward, but the old man just waved his hand.

The old man looked at Luo Ziyou, who was helping her, smiled kindly, stretched out his wrinkled hand and gently patted the back of Luo Ziyou's hand.

Luo Ziyou looked at the old man's hands that were as thin as tree roots, the green tendons on the back of his hands were protruding, the joints were thick, and the palms were rough like old pines, patting lightly on the back of his hands, a little awkward but warm.

The old woman walked forward and looked at Mu Qingwan kindly, "Xin'er can be taken care of by you at school, and the old body thanks you!" If you are willing to come, you also have Xin'er as a friend in your heart. It's just that the family is cold and the hospitality is not good, so please understand! ”

Luo Ziyou held the old man's palm with both hands, and said sincerely: "Grandma is serious, it is our luck to be friends with Xin'er." There are green mountains and rivers and human feelings that the city cannot match, and it is our honor to invite us to be a guest! ”

The old man patted Luo Ziyou, and said with some love: "Good boy! What two good boys! Welcome! ”

Opening the back of the car, the New Year's goods prepared by Lhotse You filled the entire trunk, meat, vegetables, seafood, milk, clothing, health products.......

The old man and Wen Wen'er wanted to postpone it, but they were persuaded by Luo Ziyou and Mu Qingwan, so they accepted it with embarrassment.

After lunch, Mu Qingwan helped Wen Wen'er wash the dishes, and the driver Chen Kang also deliberately avoided it and ran around to investigate the situation.

Luo Ziyou and the old man sat in the house, the light in the room was dim, the hot carbon fire in the brazier was full of warmth, and the old and the young were chatting about homely things.

"Son, where are you from?"

"Grandma, my family lives in Donghua!"

"Oh, Donghua City! My son and daughter-in-law used to ...... too."

At the mention of his son and daughter-in-law, the old man's eyes were in a trance, and he said again after a long time: "Child, what do your parents do?" ”

Luo Ziyu stopped talking, and said with a reluctant smile: "My parents are no longer alive, and only me and my grandfather are left in the family, and the family does a small business to make a living." ”

The two were silent for a while, Luo Ziyou stared at the crimson charcoal fire, leaned his hand closer, and when his hand hurt a little, he stopped and continued to play with the old man.

"Shhh Luo Ziyou suddenly shivered, and the cold stimulation in his neck made him feel a little out of his body. Behind him was the sound of a snickering laugh covering his mouth.

Luo Ziyou looked sideways at Mu Qingwan's red hands, moved her to roast, and didn't say much, just glanced at the silent warmth by the door.

The four of them surrounded the charcoal fire and told the old man about their bits and pieces at school, the old man was a little sleepy, and said to Wen Wen'er: "Xin'er, the weather is good today, you can take your classmates out for a walk!" The oranges in this radius of dozens of miles are still a little interesting, you can also go to Pushan to go around, go to burn incense and worship the Buddha, and the Ruoyin Temple above is still a little effective. ”

In Wenwen'er's hometown, a big boss contracted all the land two years ago to start planting oranges, and the income of the residents in the village was not satisfactory, and most of them went out to make a living.

Along the way, Wen Wen'er told them about the origin of the village, took the two of them to appreciate the local customs and customs, and greeted them with great culture when they met villagers passing by.

The fields were covered with fine snow, and the trio walked along the main road.

Luo Ziyou took advantage of Mu Qingwan's attention to others, grabbed Wen Wen'er's palm, Wen Wen'er was frightened by this sudden move for a moment, and then wanted to break free, but found that she couldn't break free, and she didn't dare to make a sound, just stared at Luo Ziyou, her eyes slowly turned red.

Luo Ziyou looked at her, there was no bullying and intimidation in her eyes, just a sense of care and wanting to explore.

Wen Wen'er's hands are very cold, and they can't be warmed even if they are put into their pockets. But it's hard to imagine that a girl who grew up in the countryside and didn't practice the piano, but just dealt with affairs, could have such good-looking hands. The fingertips are slender, the knuckles are slender, the back of the palm is well-proportioned, and the wrist resembles a white lotus.

Luo Ziyou gently broke her palm, and there was a clear difference between the palms of the two people.

The countryside is not as good as the city, and the weather is cold, this girl is reluctant to let the old grandmother do things, she has not seen her for a few days, her hands are red, there are some scars, not as white and smooth as before.

Luo Ziyou let go of her palm, Wen Wen'er's eyes were a little surprised and looked somewhere, the two did not communicate, and went their separate ways, but she seemed to be farther away from him.

The mountain is not high, there are fairies and spirits!

Before the founding of the Great Xia Kingdom, the Ruoyin Temple had been built, and it was also popular in Fangyuan, although the pilgrims were not endless, but they were often famous.

The sun hangs in the sky, and the mountains and forests shine!

The mountain road is paved with stone slabs, which is quite easy to walk. A group of three people, leisurely and swaying, finally reached the top.

The mountaintops are stacked on top of each other, and the view is wide. Looking down from the mountain, there is a sense of being at the top of the mountain and seeing the small mountains.

There are few households, orange trees are planted in the fields and mountains, and you can see through it at a glance if you listen to the roosters and dogs barking.

Ruoyin Temple is very small, scattered with five or six houses, with the years of extremely old, Lhotse You's first impression is the real green lantern bitter Buddha, poor and simple, unlike some commercial temples, the decoration is splendid, but just to change the level of money.

Because of the snow, today's temple is a little deserted, and only a few monks are clearing the snow outside, and there are only three visitors to Lhotse.

When a little novice saw someone coming, he was also a little surprised, and hurriedly put down what he was doing and stepped forward to lead the way.

Seeing that the little monk had red lips and white teeth, and his roots and bones were very cute, Luo Ziyou asked humorously: "Little monk, don't you want ticket money?" ”

Xiao Shami clasped his hands together, his face was quiet and reverent, and he shook his head at the three of them.

The three of them stopped to watch, and the three words "Ruoyin Temple" were elegantly written on the main hall in the middle, and there was a wooden fish "po, po" beating sound came.

Luo Ziyou and the three of them asked the little monk for three pillars of incense each, lit the incense burner outside the hall, and slowly entered the main hall.

Entering the hall, the light is a little dim, the hall is cold, the layout is simple, I didn't see the golden Buddha, just a mud Buddha with some colors! An old monk who is about to die is doing his homework facing the Buddha.

When the old monk saw the visitor, he got up and folded his hands to face the visitor.

The three of them stood on the incense burner, facing the Buddha, and knelt down to petition with respect and sincerity.

After the incense, the old monk made a salute with his hands folded and said, "Amitabha! The poor monk is called Wuchen and is the host of the temple. ”

Luo Ziyou saw that the old monk was wearing an old red robe, with kind eyebrows on his face, and the three of them also returned the salute in one.

The old monk carefully stared at the three of them for a moment, and then focused more on Mu Qingwan, and said to her with some hesitation: "Does the donor know a female benefactor surnamed Xu?" ”

Mu Qingwan was a little surprised by the old monk's attention to her, and after thinking about it carefully, she said uncertainly: "The surname is Xu ...... Target...... Female benefactor? I don't think so! ”

"It may be that the old monk is old and dazzled, and he is wrong. I just think that the girl's bracelet is a little similar to the string that the poor monk once gave to an old man! ”

As soon as the words came out, Luo Ziyou was a little shocked and suspicious, isn't his mother's surname Xu? Could it be that his mother had been here before?

He asked Mu Qingwan to take off the bracelet and handed it to the old monk for careful identification.

After a long time, the old monk was a little happy to meet his old acquaintance in a foreign country and said: "Good! Wonderful! Buddha also, Buddha fate! ”

"I haven't seen you for many years, how is Master Xu?"

Luo Ziyou's voice was low: "Mother has been dead for many years! ”

The old monk couldn't bear to say, "Sin! Sin! Don't blame the donor! ”

Luo Ziyou was a little puzzled, and asked curiously: "Does the master still remember his mother?" When did my mother come? This bracelet ......"

The old monk lowered his eyebrows and said: "I don't know the years in the mountains, and the years have been passing for several years!" That year, the old man was presiding over the temple, and the temple was also in the wind and rain. Thinking back then, Xu Shizhu was still old and didn't want to see him again, but he was already an adult child! ”

Mu Qingwan was listening to the word "children", a little embarrassed, and stopped talking.

The old monk sighed: "It's a pity! Pity! Lao Zang once looked at the fate of the Buddha, and also told the blessing of the Buddha that Xu Shi was originally rich and old, but he didn't think about it...... It's hard to determine the number of days! ”

He looked at Luo Ziyou and said with great emotion: "Yin virtue will be transferred to future generations for the benefit of future generations." ”

"Child, you have to be grateful to your mother for making your future life bright and prosperous!"

Luo Ziyou was a little confused, so Mu Qingwan was also in the clouds, and asked in a low voice: "Old ...... Grandpa, do you still look at your face? ”