The spring is bright and the sky is clear, and the abbot of Shen Jia Nianxue Temple brought a low table and placed it under the corridor, kneeling on the futon and copying Buddhist scriptures.

After eating breakfast and writing now, a thick stack has been stacked on the table, the breeze is blowing, the rice paper is rattling, and she is holding down a book.

She has two stray cats curled up next to her legs, a raccoon cat and an orange cat, and because she wanders in the temple all the year round, it has become one of the "attractions" for tourists to check in.

Shen Jianian had only played with them twice, and today he came over with ease, fell over to her, and turned his belly over for a touch.

Shen Jianian finished writing one, picked it up and put it aside, put the brush on the pen rest, and pressed his hand on his sore shoulder and neck.

At this time, there was the sound of shoe soles stepping on the sand outside the courtyard gate.

The footsteps ...... Seems somewhat familiar.

Shen Jianian's heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and when she raised her eyes, the man stepped in, his figure was slender and straight, his black hair was shining in the sun, and he looked at her with deep eyes.

When a stranger came, the kitten next to Shen Jianian's leg got up, and the bigger tanuki cat jumped into the yard and bared its teeth at Fu Jichen.

Fu Jichen glanced at the kitten and waved his hand to drive away.

The kitten "meowed" and jumped away.

Shen Jianian said: "Don't pick it up, it's very well-behaved." ”

Fu Jichen walked to the eaves of the porch, condescendingly looked at the person he hadn't seen for a week, his eyes were full of affection, and after a while, his eyes staggered, and he glanced at the Buddhist scriptures on the table.

"Are you going to become a nun?" Fu Jichen bent down and sat on another futon, a pair of long legs had nowhere to place, one was straight, the other was bent, his elbows were propped up on the edge of the low table, and he flipped through the stack of Buddhist scriptures, and his tone was a little playful.

"Don't mess it up for me, it's all written in order." Shen Jianian pushed his hand and asked, "When did you come back?" ”

"Three hours ago." Fu Jichen didn't have a good breath, "I didn't see you at home, I only knew that you came to Tanfu Temple when I asked, and you came a week ago, why didn't you tell me?" ”

"You didn't ask me."

Fu Jichen stared at her and did not speak.

They talk on the phone every day, but whenever she wants to tell him, he knows if she mentions it casually, she is deliberately hiding it.

Shen Jianian knew that he was wrong, smiled at him with his cheeks in his hands, and begged for mercy: "I was wrong, I shouldn't hide it from you." ”

Fu Jichen took his index finger and pushed it on her forehead, his eyes were undisguised doting: "Are you sure I can't do anything about you?" After a pause, he looked at her ink-stained fingers, "How long will you have to copy and not go home with me?" ”

"I'll be back today." Shen Jianian picked up the book pressed on the rice paper and sorted out the pile of papers, "Wait until I send these to the abbot master, and then we will go home." ”

Fu Jichen picked up the small teapot on the table and shook it twice, but there was no water in it.

"I'm done drinking." Shen Jianian said, ready to get up and make him a new pot of tea.

"Sit down." Fu Jichen raised his hand to stop it, and he had already gotten up, "Where is the hot water, I'll get it." ”

Shen Jianian pointed into the room: "There are thermos and tea leaves on the table." ”

Fu Jichen carried the teapot into the house, and his eyes unconsciously glanced around, this is where Shen Jianian has lived for a week.

The plank bed was covered with a thick mattress, a dark blue quilt looked like it had been brought from home, a phone charging cable rested next to the pillow, and a small suitcase stood beside the bed. On the table was a plastic-shelled thermos, a box of tea, and her phone.

Fu Jichen opened the tea box, put it on the end of his nose and smelled it, it was not a good tea.

He was a little thirsty, so he didn't pay attention to it, so he put some tea leaves into the teapot, picked up the thermos and poured boiling water into it, washed the tea leaves, poured the water out, and poured boiling water into the teapot.

Under the porch outside the house, Shen Jianian supported his chin with one hand, held a brush with the other, poked his tail on his cheek, looked at the cat basking in the sun in the yard, and couldn't help but flash the picture of Fu Jichen scaring off the cat when he first came in.

She smiled and scribbled two lines on the blank rice paper.

Yu Guang noticed that Fu Jichen came out of the wing, and Shen Jianian hurriedly turned the paper over, with the back facing up. However, the rice paper was too thin, and the handwriting could be easily seen through the back of the paper, so she picked up a stack of unused rice paper and covered it.

Her hurried movements were all watched by Fu Jichen, and he didn't ask her what she was covering, he put the teapot on the rattan mat on the table.

The heat comes out of the spout, and the aroma of tea lingers.

Shen Jianian smelled the smell, seemed to think of something, and said to him: "The tea is taken from the temple, it may be aged tea, you shouldn't like it." "He likes to collect tea, and he is afraid that inferior tea will not be able to enter his mouth.

"I know." Fu Jichen had already smelled it.

He took out a small teacup, returned to the house, scalded it with boiling water, took it out again, poured a cup of tea, took a sip, and stretched his eyebrows slightly.

It's not because it's delicious, it's because it quenches my thirst.

Taking advantage of Shen Jianian's inattention, he took out the bottom one from a stack of rice paper: "What was I writing just now, why did I hide it as soon as I came." ”

"Hey, you pay me back!" Where did Shen Jianian think that he would play raid, and reached out to snatch it back.

Fu Jichen raised his arm and shook it with a gesture, making her pounce into the air, while he turned around and held the rice paper high, facing the light outside the eaves, and saw clearly the two lines of elegant and upright small block characters on the paper.

His thin lips moved lightly and read it: "Fu Sheng is in deep love, but he is called a raccoon slave with broken liver and intestines." ”

Shen Jiannian's face turned red, and he sat back on the futon, too ashamed to look at his face, and his fingers picked at the sawdust under the low table.

After a while, Fu Jichen raised his eyebrows, put down the rice paper that was as thin as a cicada's wings, looked at Shen Jiannian, who was red-faced, and said with a smile: "Fu Sheng refers to me?" This is to say that I seem to be affectionate, but in fact I am ruthless, and it will only make people break their hearts. ”

Shen Jianian grabbed the rice paper on the table and crumpled it into a ball, raised his hand and smashed it at him: "Who let you rummage through other people's things without permission." ”

Fu Jichen held the teacup in one hand, and without dodging, the paper ball hit him in the chest, and then fell to his leg.

Shen Jianian was ashamed and angry, and he didn't have a problem with him.

After drinking a cup of tea, Fu Jichen gently put down the teacup in his hand, picked up the paper ball that fell on his legs, unfolded it little by little, put it on the table and smoothed it with his hands, the paper was full of wrinkles, but it did not affect the words on it.

"This is a poem written by a famous artist, but he really wronged me." Fu Jichen sighed.

Shen Jianian just thought it was funny, and casually wrote the picture of him driving the cat away, and read it slowly from his mouth, which had a deep meaning, as if comparing her to the "raccoon slave" in the poem.

Heaven and earth conscience, she really didn't think about it so much.

Fu Jichen really misunderstood, his fingers rubbed the empty teacup, and his dark eyes were like a spread net, trapping her: "You are not the stray cat, and I will not let you break your liver and intestines." ”

Shen Jianian's heart was hot for a moment, and he didn't refute it out loud, saying that those two lines of poetry actually had no other meaning.

"I'll go find the abbot." Shen Jianian got up with his hand on the edge of the table, took away a stack of copied Buddhist scriptures on the table, folded back into the room and took out the copied scriptures a few days ago, and stacked them together, "You wait for me here and come back soon." ”

Fu Jichen drank the second cup of tea and said, "I'll accompany you." ”

Shen Jianian paused for a moment and did not refuse him.

"Then you wait for me a little longer." She thought for a moment and stuffed the Buddhist scripture in her hand into him, "Help me get it, I'll pack my things first." ”

Shen Jianian returned to the wing room, sorted out the things he brought over, put them in a suitcase, and left when he came back to pick up his things after seeing the abbot master.

After packing up, Shen Jiannian took Fu Jichen through the bamboo forest, the stone road was relatively narrow, allowing only one person to pass, Shen Jiannian was in front and Fu Jichen was behind.

She turned her head and spoke to him, "Isn't the scenery here?" You didn't visit last time you visited. ”

Fu Jichen smelled the fragrance of bamboo leaves, heard the sound of birds, and felt the wind blowing from the forest, which was very refreshing and comfortable, and deeply agreed with her words: "It is indeed suitable for relaxation." ”

Shen Jianian stepped on one stone slab after another: "In the past few days I have lived in the temple, my mood is really calm. ”

"And then, want to be a nun?"

"Nope!"

While laughing, the two came to the abbot's courtyard, Shen Jianian stopped and said to the man next to him, "Don't go in, the abbot doesn't like outsiders to disturb." ”

Fu Jichen copied it into his trouser pocket with one hand and stood at the door waiting for her.

Shen Jianian knocked on the door, reported his name, and after receiving the answer, pushed open one of the wooden doors, stepped inside, and handed the copied Buddhist scripture to the abbot master, along with the sutra that he had taken from him.

"Isn't that the fear for his life solved?" She asked cautiously.

The abbot looked at her and shook his head.

Shen Jianian really didn't understand: "Isn't it enough?" I could write more. ”

"That's enough." The abbot simply put it more bluntly, "If I told you, would you be frightened and have palpitations for half your life, and you would not regret it?" ”

Half a life of fear, heart palpitations are incomprehensible.

What a heavy eight words.

Shen Jiannian's heart was like a thorn, every time his heart beats, the thorn pierces deeper, and his face gradually loses blood, pale as paper.

She looked at the abbot master, her eyes were resolute, and she said, "No regrets." "As long as his life is in danger, it doesn't matter what happens to her.

The abbot sighed silently and waved his hand: "You go back, don't come back in the future." ”