After the meal, Ming Dai sat on the bamboo chair under the porch, smacking her lips and savoring.

After eating the famous vegetarian food of Feiyun Temple, Ming Dai knew that the vegetarian diet could also have such a good taste.

It's a shame that in her imagination, Su Zhai is light and tasteless, but now she is directly subverted by the craftsmanship of Master Su Zhai of Feiyun Temple.

If the fat loss meal during filming is at this level, then she can ......

Mingdai, who was constantly imagining, held her chin with one hand, and the satiety brought by the food made her squint comfortably, and said casually:

"Do you like to come to Feiyun Temple because the food here is so delicious?"

"Well, you can see it."

And Twilight replied seriously.

Then he circled Mingdai's wrist.

Ming Dai looked down, didn't care, and let him go.

Like a hungry cat, he snorted twice, and soon fell asleep, and his voice was indistinct:

"I knew it."

After breakfast, I went out to Feiyun Temple, first asked the old abbot to taste tea, and then it was several hours of hiking in the mountains, and there was no time to rest in the whole process.

"Sleepy? Sleep for a while. ”

Twilight's voice is like a soothing breeze.

Ming Dai mumbled twice, and her eyelids quickly fell heavily.

As she fell into her dream, she felt a little cold and heavy in her wrist, as if Twilight had put something in her hand, and she struggled to open her eyes to see.

Twilight, who had expected it, patted her head at the right time, so that before she could struggle, she fell back into sweet sleep.

When I woke up again, it was already half an hour later.

Ming Dai vaguely remembered that something seemed to have happened before she went to bed, but she couldn't remember it.

Raising his hand and scratching his face, he saw the heavy Buddha beads on his wrist.

A full one hundred and eight solid small leaf red sandalwood Buddha beads, can they not sink?

But how can this string of Buddhist beads look so similar to the abbot's Buddhist beads?

Ming Dai was puzzled.

Just as Twilight stepped in from outside the courtyard.

"Awake? I asked the master for some wild tea, and used the cold brew method to remove the astringency and make it more sweet. You taste it. ”

Twilight was carrying a glass teacup in her hand.

Ming Dai raised her wrist at him: "What is this?" ”

"Buddha beads." And Twilight replied nonchalantly, "The abbot sent it." ”

"Did you give it to me?" Ming Dai scratched her head in confusion.

“…… I gave it to you. ”

Now Mingdai understood.

It was the abbot master who gave it to Twilight, and then Twilight gave it to her.

She hurriedly took off the Buddhist beads: "The gift given to you by the abbot master, how can you give it to me." ”

As he approached, Twilight suppressed her movements and shoved the slightly cool glass teacup into her hand.

"What's mine is yours."

His tone was firm and calm.

Ming Dai heard it but blurted out:

"Then you will suffer a lot!"

After speaking, Ming Dai herself was stunned at first.

Then Twilight laughed too.

"How can you dislike having too much?"

Mingdai muttered, but couldn't find a rebuttal.

In desperation, I took a sip of cold brew wild tea first.

Indeed, as Twilight said, compared to the hot tea she tasted in the morning, the cold brewed tea soup was sweeter and more delicious, which was in line with her preference, and she couldn't help but drink several sips in a row.

At this time, the abbot master came out of the courtyard, and it seemed that he had come to say goodbye to Ming Dai and Twilight.

They were supposed to go back after eating vegetarian food in Feiyun Temple, but because Ming Dai was sleepy, they were forced to delay for half an hour.

As the "culprit" of the delay, Ming Dai was embarrassed and touched her nose uncomfortably.

Although it was not her intention, this action made the Buddha beads on her wrist exposed.

Master Abbot saw it at a glance.

Then he smiled lightly: "This Buddha bead is very suitable for you." ”

Ming Dai was relieved to see this, she was worried that the abbot master would mistakenly think that he did not pay attention to his gift because of Twilight's act of transferring the Buddha beads to her.

Now it seems that the abbot master not only did not express objections, but also praised the effect of Ming Dai wearing the bracelet, as if he was a pure praise tool man, rather than the original owner of the Buddha beads.

Ming Dai looked at each other with admiration: worthy of being a master! Sure enough, open-minded!

The old god of Dusk on the side was there, and the reaction of the abbot master was expected: it seemed that he guessed correctly, the abbot gave this Buddha bead, just to borrow his hand and give it to Ming Dai. Ming Dai is the real destined person for this string of Buddhist beads.

But no one said anything.

Saying goodbye to the abbot, Ming Dai and Twilight walked out of the back door of the temple again, got in the car and left, and returned to the villa.

For the next day and a half, neither of them went out again.

Twilight is very busy, and he still can't take a good vacation while staying at the holiday villa, and there are endless business waiting for him.

Across the door, Mingda could hear him having an international video conference with someone, and in just a few hours, switching between more than five languages, Mingda could only distinguish English, French, German, and the other two languages that she didn't even know which country she belonged to.

…… The pain of the scumbag.

Although Ming Dai is a talented actor in the eyes of many people, even the college entrance examination score can be improved to 500 points in just one year, which is already in the category of smart.

But compared to a god like Twilight, this can only be regarded as a scumbag.

Fortunately, Ming Dai knew this very clearly, and she was not frustrated, and sighed twice at Twilight's super language ability, and walked around the study of the villa.

It seems that in every residence of Hedui, the bookshelf is an indispensable existence, and even the holiday villa in Zhuquan Mountain, which cannot be visited twice a year, has a wall-high bookshelf full of books.

Listening to the housekeeper Uncle Meng, the books here are all relatively common and ordinary, and those collection-level books are all placed in the old mansion of Yanjing, and there is a special person who is responsible for taking care of them regularly.

Ming Dai was bored, and picked a psychology book from the shelf, the author's description is easy to understand, the threshold is not high, even if Ming Dai is a psychology layman, she can quickly integrate into the book, and read it with relish.

In the twilight, it is busy and tense in seconds, and here Mingdai, who is separated by a door, is slow, leisurely and comfortable.

Ming Dai was reclining in a dark green chaise longue, her upturned calves swaying gently, her skirt swinging like a cloud, and a thin blanket on her legs.

Not far away, in addition to the tall, ink-scented bookshelves, there is also a stone fireplace next to it, although there is no need to burn the fireplace this season, and the firewood placed in it is also for visual effect, but it doesn't matter, the atmosphere is there.

Ming Dai feels very atmospheric now, even if she doesn't step out, her life is still leisurely and comfortable.

And when Ming Dai crossed her feet and read happily.

The gap in the door is hidden, and Twilight can see Mingdai's snow-white calves when he raises his eyes.

He smiled lightly, equally satisfied, and there could be no better time like this.

It's a pity that time flies too quickly.