"Coming?"

As a female voice sounded, a beautiful figure accompanied their footsteps, gradually emerging from the horizon not far away.

"Amitabha Buddha ......"

The young monk stepped forward unhurriedly, raised his hand, and nodded lightly to the other party.

Su Changqing held his erhu and stood behind Yuan Guang, looking at them calmly, but suddenly, he saw one of the little girls in pink clothes, timidly hiding behind the woman in yellow who spoke first, pulling the other party's sleeves, looking at him with some curiosity.

And when she saw Su Changqing's turning gaze, she quietly beckoned to him.

Su Changqing smiled lightly, stood in place, and quietly watched the little monk say a few words to them, and then planned to part ways.

He raised his eyes and watched the pink figure gradually disappear, and for some reason, he suddenly felt a little stunned.

......

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The tricycle rumbled through the dirt.

The wind has been a bit noisy lately, blowing his hair uncontrollably, shining with a faint silver light in mid-air, and occasionally when the winter wind crosses his hair, he can faintly hear the sound of "whirring".

Su Changqing sat on the tricycle, squinted his eyes and looked ahead, letting the wind pour violently into his neck.

The little monk Yuanguang sat in the driver's seat and drove the tricycle skillfully.

From the original beginner to the current veteran, he has been practicing for a long time, and he doesn't know what he has experienced.

Because it was still raining from morning to now, there was still a slight mud on the mountain road here, and the sound of the stream flowing slowly could be vaguely heard nearby, Su Changqing shrank up and sat on the tricycle, and suddenly looked up and saw a trace of rain floating in the sky, slender and tiny, dripping in his hair, and down his face, sliding from the tip of his nose.

In just a few moments, his hair was already wet, as if it had been raining all winter this year.

"It's raining. ”

Su Changqing looked at the gray sky in front of him and said, then took off his coat and wrapped his head.

But despite this, the little monk on the other side didn't care much about whether it was raining or not, and after wiping a handful of rain from his bald head, he continued to hang his head down, not knowing what he was muttering in a low voice.

......

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and by the time they were halfway up the mountain, the clouds were as black as ink, as if they would drip down at the slightest pinch.

Su Changqing climbed down from the tricycle, hugged the erhu, and hurried to the room.

His erhu was already soaking wet.

It's just that the coat isn't very big, so it's hard to wrap around.

So when he took out the erhu, the headstock was already full of water droplets.

Su Changqing looked at it with some distress, and wiped it with his sleeve indiscriminately, but when he saw the towel on the side, he suddenly realized that when he picked up the towel, he carefully and carefully wiped the erhu inch by inch.

Looking at the cleaned erhu, his tense heartstrings gradually loosened, and he let out a long sigh.

It's something he's eating, and he can't break it.

However, just when Su Changqing was wiping the piano, there was a sudden "squeak" sound at the door, he was slightly startled, looked up, and found that it was a little monk Yuanguang.

"What's wrong, little master?"

He put the towel down and looked at each other a little strangely.

The little monk in front of the door pursed his lips, although his face was slightly stiff, but the look in his eyes was a little expectant.

"Su Shi ......"

"Can you ...... Take that bird ...... Temporarily lent to ...... Little monk and others?"

Su Changqing was stunned, it wasn't because the other party knew about Bai He, after all, a few days ago, he had asked Bai He to carry a clean little monk to find the Huang Shi under the mountain, so it was also expected that they knew about it.

But he didn't have much choice at that time, if the little girl came slowly, they must have died at that time.

He frowned slightly, although he had some thoughts about this matter in his heart, but despite this, he paused and asked.

"It's because ......"

Hearing his question, the little monk hesitated, but still said, "It's because of the previous murder case......

"Then it doesn't matter. Su Changqing smiled, folded the towel, put it back on the table, and then asked, "Then, little master, when will you come back?"

"Probably...... After tomorrow......"

Yuan Guang thought for a while, and then replied.

"That's fine. ”

He nodded, put the erhu on the table, and leisurely poured himself a cup of herbal tea.

“...... When are you going?"

The little monk rolled his eyes and said, "...... Tonight. ”

After Su Changqing heard this, although he couldn't help but be a little surprised in his heart, but this was also their business, and he didn't need Baihe these days, so he didn't have any dissatisfaction with it.

After the two said a few more words, Su Changqing took out an umbrella from under the chair, held the umbrella, and planned to take the little monk to the side room, but as he walked, the other party seemed to remember something and asked, "Master Su Shi...... The white crane...... Does it recognize life?"

He was slightly stunned, and suddenly couldn't laugh or cry, "Don't worry...... I'll tell it later......"

These days, Su Changqing has slept with the two little monks like this, because the wooden bed in the main house has not yet been done, after all, this wooden bed is a fine word, for the little monk Yuanguang, although he is not tired of carrying wood, but for the various details, he still has to ask the carpenter in the town before he can start.

The courtyard was filled with the sound of rain and large stone slabs.

After Su Changqing sent the young monk back to the side room, he walked out of the door and opened the umbrella with a "snap", and the umbrella surface was opened, as if an umbrella flower had bloomed in mid-air.

The chickens in the yard are "cooing" and the sound of dirt splashing is funny.

He stepped on his water-soaked cloth shoes and squeaked towards the chicken coop.

There was a big hole in the top of the coop, and the rain poured down from top to bottom, and finally fell to the ground with a clatter.

On the side of the rag, the cold wind blew it "poof" straight sound.

Su Changqing looked around, found a wooden board from the utility room and put it on it, and finally put a stone, until the hole was completely covered, he re-propped up the umbrella and returned to the side room.