The days went by for a day or two.

Shen Jing began to find that Sun Qiyan was always absent-minded, always wanting to tell her something, but not saying it.

She doesn't ask.

Listen to the monk's chanting and prayer in the garden hall quietly.

She will always recall the picture of Nanhuai Temple in Shanghai, where she accompanied Zhou Lu Shen to copy Buddhist scriptures.

He would put a pillow on her and fan her.

On the back of the pages of the Rule's scriptures is her name.

This time, the person who put a pillow on her side became Sun Qiyan.

She heard that she had only left the Yuanqing Hall in the evening.

Zhou Lushen of the East Pavilion had just woken up at this time, and the day and night were reversed.

At sunset, the people who meditate and participate in Zen meditation in the Yuanqing Hall become Zhou Lushen.

The left desk of the Yuanqing Hall is full of prayer lamps, and the candles flicker, which is very dazzling.

Seeing his puzzled expression, the abbot explained, "Mr. Zhou, there are prayer lamps over there. ”

As he spoke, the abbot led Zhou Lushen to the desk.

The abbot put a crooked prayer lamp neatly, "Do you want to ask for a prayer lamp, the little girl in the next courtyard sincerely invited several prayer lamps, kneeling from outside the door to the hall, if Mrs. Zhou knew that you asked for a prayer lamp for her so carefully, she would be relieved in her heart." ”

Zhou Lushen raised his hand to play with the lotus lamp on the desk, and the delicate and small glass cup was burning with sesame oil, and he accidentally saw the cinnabar handwriting and name on it.

May Qi Yan be safe and sound.

Sun Qiyan?

He retracted his arm indifferently, "Who lives in the East Second Pavilion." ”

The abbot saluted with a single palm, "It's a couple." ”

Zhou Lu frowned, "Couples? ”

"It's a couple, they run together on the trail in the back mountain every morning, and they've lived here for more than ten days." The abbot put the lotus prayer lamp away, "This is the prayer written by the little girl herself with a stroke of cinnabar, and she knelt from the first step to the thirteenth floor on the first day she came. ”

Zhou Lushen looked at the desk again, and the other was the name of Old Man Shen, Shen Weishan.

I know it.

After a while, he took the silk handkerchief handed by Zhuang Ming, wiped his fingers slowly, and looked really unfazed without saying a word.

Zhuang Ming didn't know that he didn't pay attention to the movements of the East Second Pavilion.

Follow Zhou Lu Shen all the way back to the East Pavilion.

The temple is large.

It was a long detour from the front yard back to the East Pavilion.

Dappled night.

The cold snow is falling.

"Okay, stop crying."

The man's soft voice intertwined with the little girl's sobs.

Zhou Lu paused suddenly, looking up at the picture in front of him.

The dim shadows of the lights swayed in the wind.

Sun Qiyan was helping Shen Jing walk with half of her body, holding her waist with her hands, the difference in height and body size was like wrapping her whole person in her arms, the pace was slow, and the two of them only left their backs.

Shen Jing had a broken mobile phone in her left hand, a bag of frozen pears in her right hand, and half of the sweater she was wearing was dirty.

The skin on his knees was broken, and the blood overflowed in a shocking light.

He held her, gentle and cautious, like holding a treasure that melted away by accident.

Sun Qiyan asked almost in a trembling voice, full of distress.

"It doesn't hurt."

When she spoke, her body trembled slightly, "It hurts." ”

"Can't you wait for me, dig up a few frozen pears and fall into the river, how the hell are you walking?"

Sun Qiyan was clearly reprimanding, but she was extremely gentle and patient, and her voice was low and low, as if it would make her even more sad if she said it was serious.

Shen Jing raised her arm and gently wiped her tears to her clothes, "Woo....I'm greedy, I haven't eaten meat for several days, so I want to eat frozen pears." ”

A few days ago, she and Sun Qiyan buried the pears in the snowdrift of the back mountain, and as soon as she came back, she went out to dig pears secretly, and fell stones at night.

Sun Qiyan smiled gently, patiently coaxed her, and her voice was doting, "Go down the mountain in two days and make you something to eat, okay?" ”

"Hmm..."

Shen Jing is just a good coax.

Zhou Lushen stood in place, listening quietly, watching quietly, with an expressionless face.

Zhuang Ming too.

Until Sun Qiyan's back walked into the East Second Pavilion, the door was 'stuck' shut.

Zhou Lu Shen took a step and calmly passed back to the East Pavilion.

Seeing the blood stained in the snow, there were no waves.

Zhuang Ming glanced at the East Second Pavilion, which had been closed in the compound, and inexplicably felt that the couple came to the temple for a retreat a little.....It was a bit of a violation of customs.

Night.

Zhou Lushen calmed down as usual and copied the rest of the scriptures.

Zhuang Ming didn't mention the matter next door, and Zhou Lushen never asked, as if it didn't matter.

Like at night, I buried myself in copying scriptures, and when I was tired, I stopped to light a cigarette and smoke, and looked indifferently at the snow outside the window.

In the final analysis, the second son and Miss Shen have broken up.

Only drunk and smoked will come to the door.