It was already noon, and Su Changqing played the erhu for two hours before he came down from the stage.

His afternoon work was two o'clock in the afternoon, so he could now leisurely return to the mountains for a meal and come down from the mountains without hurrying.

The salary is calculated directly on a daily basis, but in addition to getting a fixed salary, Su Changqing did not get a tip from any of the guests for a whole morning.

With a sigh, Su Changqing picked up the erhu and said goodbye to Boss Bai, and then came to the fruit shop.

picked a bag of oranges, and Su Changqing planned to take them home to satisfy his hunger.

bought a bone with not much meat in the vegetable market, and Su Changqing picked up these things and got on the tricycle.

He was in a very happy mood along the way, looking at the scenery that kept retreating, Su Changqing even hummed a tune.

So he came home in such a good mood, and as soon as he got home, he looked at the leaves running towards him, and then arched him with some resentment, as if complaining that he had not given himself breakfast.

Su Changqing laughed twice and showed him the meat and bones in the bag, "I almost forgot...... Would you like to burn your bones today?"

The big white dog wagged his tail and seemed to be very happy.

Put the plastic bag in the kitchen, Su Changqing returned to the hall, put the erhu wrapped in a coat on the table, and then returned to the kitchen to start cooking.

The salt at home was running out, so Su Changqing picked up the salt bag and poured a little into the pot as if he was a little worried.

The leaves didn't know how expensive firewood, rice, oil, and salt were, but they just circled around Su Changqing like cheers.

The rice produced by the system in the courtyard produces several bowls of rice in two days, thus greatly reducing the amount of money needed to buy rice.

It's just that the chickens in the coop haven't laid eggs yet.

Su Changqing smacked his lips with some pity and poured the boiling hot water into the pot.

......

*

And at the moment there is only one hotel at the foot of the mountain.

"Yijing, we're leaving. ”

After packing his luggage, a young monk shouted to the bathroom with the lights on.

"Huh?" the little monk's voice was full of surprise, "Senior brother, where are we going?"

“...... Go to Anping District. ”

Yijing was a little puzzled, "Didn't we go before?"

The young monk sighed, "I just discovered a new situation. ”

With the sound of a flushing toilet, a clean little monk washed his hands and walked out of the bathroom.

“...... That...... All right. ”

He spoke hesitantly.

The young monk had a straight face, and his face turned into bricks without any of his previous worries.

"Let's go, we're still going to buy tickets. ”

"Hmm. ”

......

This is the fourth time that the little monk has come to this train ticket station.

For a man who had never been on a train before, he didn't have the slightest sense of wonder that he had already been on the train four times.

I followed my brother and bought two tickets. Yijing knew that the money they had on them was running out, so they could only buy two standing tickets now.

After passing through the checkpoint with the ticket, the monks came to the train.

There was a lot of time in the car, and the little monk was reciting the scriptures very seriously in order not to waste time.

His voice is small, as thin as an ant, so it doesn't disturb others.

However, the monk's robes on their bodies attracted the attention of many people, and many of them looked at them with amazement, as if they were looking at rare animals.

Yijing was still young, and he didn't understand why someone would look at them with such a gaze, but Yuanguang could easily guess.

Although the scenery outside the car window was a scenery that he had never seen before, he didn't care at all, just kept muttering the scriptures.

After a few hours of driving, the train slowly stopped. At the same time, the sweet female voice that comes out of the radio tells them that the water market has arrived.

The monks with cloth bags on their backs quickly got out of the train, and as soon as they came out, they smelled the fresh air.

The young monk walked out of the train station with the little monk, saw the shouting crowd, took Yijing's hand, and crossed the road with Yuanguang.

At this moment, the little monk turned his head, but saw a scene that surprised him.

A handsome little girl was following the other two women towards her.

The little monk was about to faint with happiness, and he stopped reciting the scriptures in his mouth.

Female, female Bodhisattva!

Ichijo's big eyes lit up.

At this moment, he finally understood the verse, "The crowd looked for him thousands of times, and suddenly looked back, but the person was there, and the lights were dim." The meaning of the poet.

Due to the monks' distinct monk's robes plus two large shiny light bulbs. They can be seen by others from a distance of ten miles and eight miles.

Therefore, the face of the woman in yellow who also saw them at this moment was very bad.

"What the hell! Why can you meet this! Don't tell me what fate is arranged!"

The woman in yellow was very unfriendly to the little monk Yijing who was peeping at her little junior sister, and now when she saw them, her face immediately changed, and she reprimanded angrily in a low voice.

However, the woman in blue had no expression on her face at the moment, and there was no slightest change in her eyes when she saw these two monks again.

The little girl's face was flushed, and she wanted to come forward to say hello to the little monk, but her senior sister stopped her.

Although the little monk was very unhappy, but now that the other party and his party appeared here, it meant that the other party also knew something, so the woman in yellow glanced at the traffic light, which was still green at this time, and hurriedly took Bai Nianci's hand and walked over in three steps and two steps.

......

*

The distant peaks are like daisies, the mountain fog is hazy, the spring water is murmuring, and the kingfisher is singing.

On a mountain trail, Su Changqing rode a tricycle and drove quickly down the mountain.

Even if the mountain road was a little bumpy and the ground was a little muddy, these could not hinder the joy in his heart in the slightest.

After coming to the teahouse, it was not his turn to take the stage at this time, so Su Changqing casually found a chair and sat down, took out an orange from the plastic bag, and listened to the storyteller on the stage with relish while eating.

The skin of the orange was very soft, Su Changqing easily peeled it off, broke a petal and threw it in his mouth, and his eyes narrowed with sweetness.

The storyteller on stage didn't know what stories he was talking about, he only knew that he had listened to stories for so many days, and he had never heard any of them before.

And this storytelling is also interesting, telling stories of demons, monsters, ghosts, and ghosts.

Either the scholar fell in love with the fox spirit, or the mouse stole the Buddha's lamp oil, and then the love between humans and ghosts is a different way.

Su Changqing is very interested in Zhiwei novels, so now he listens to them with great interest.