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Looking at the eyes like the deep wells of the ancient well, Yan Zhaolie did not know why, he sweated slightly in the palm of his hand, his lips twitched, and he could not tell the vicious name.

Obviously, as soon as he opened his mouth, the other party would be in disrepair and he would not die.

"You said that, but what kind of spy appeared for the father?"

Yan Guogong frowned, then asked again.

Yan Zhaolie looked down at the little pigs in his arms. They were bright and bright, and each one was so cute. He said: "Old man, you are so magical, the Guogongfu is cast like an iron bucket. Who has such a big capacity? Mix in? "

He still swallowed the familiar syllable that came out of his mouth, and complained, "It's just that there are a few people who I don't like, please trouble me every day. Isn't it time to work together? It will definitely become closer. Once they looked at me again, what if they stabbed me in the back? "

Yan Guogong was not impressed by his pitiful appearance, "It would be nice if you didn't stab others."

Yan Zhaolie proudly raised his lips, "That's true too."

The father and son spoke for a while, and the supervisor coughed outside.

Obviously something to inform him.

Yan Guogong asked Yan Zhaolie to take good care of his wounds, gave him a fight at Jinwei Camp, and turned his head to raise the curtain.

He spent half an hour in the military camp, intending to return to the government. Before leaving, Yan Guogong went to see his son again, pondering to give him a few words, he should think twice about everything, and don't fight with others at will.

However, as soon as he entered, he saw a bowl of Laba congee on the table. The steam was hot, but Yan Zhaolie didn't move. He just looked at the top of the tent.

Yan Guogong had a slight meal.

The son is not close to him. This is certainly due to the reasons of the young rebellion. It is more because the father ’s political affairs are busy, and the days of the father and son are very poor. In the grand festival, Yan Guogong will only let the housekeeper take his son out for a visit, and I will never be accompanied.

Perhaps it was middle-aged marrying his wife, Yan Guogong's cold heart was softened by Lin Lang.

He bent down, picked up a stone, and hit Yan Zhaolie's head.

"Old man, don't go too far--"

The other person glared at the sore spot.

Yan Guogong patted the dust of his fingers, "Since your **** is not shot into a horse's honeycomb, it must not be too serious. Let's take a break for my father today and take you to a Buddhist meeting."

Yan Zhaolie didn't appreciate it. He wasn't the milk baby who cried and asked his father to hug when he was a child. He raised his eyebrows and said lazily, "What are the good things about a group of bald donkey porridges?

Yan Guogong knew his son's hard-to-eat temperament, and was not nonsense. He directly said, "You are not allowed to go. Your mother is also at Baima Temple, and at this opportunity, you will apologize to her for paying courtesy."

A little pig suddenly rolled away from Yan Zhaolie's palm.

Yan Zhaolie bowed his head in disguise and picked it up again.

After poking at the raised pig nose, he snorted, "What kind of courtesy and apology? She would like to peel off my skin so that she doesn't want to see me!"

These words are all anger, vaguely different meaning.

Yan Guogong didn't think too much. He had the right to be impulsive when his son was young. Seeing her stepmother Yan Meiduanli, she went out of control and made a mistake. He pondered that he should put his son's marriage on the agenda as soon as possible. When he had his own woman and realized the normal love of men and women, that dry desire would not be vented against people indiscriminately.

He laughed, "What annoying? Your mother is younger than you and can eat you? You haven't seen you for a month. After all, you are a family. Even if you get angry, she only treats you as a child. Mind-hearted, I made a mistake. I'm sincere and give her a good fault. She has always been reasonable and won't give you a face. "

"Besides, you now have a face with too much blood loss, can she bear the heart to scold you?" Yan Guogong rarely ridiculed his son, "Fortunately, it is the advantage you get from the arrow in your butt, don't use it.

Yan Zhaolie's phoenix eyes stared hard at his laozi.

Is there such a downfall?

"There is no carriage here, just be patient. Lie on the ground."

Yan Zhaolie imagined that pose, his face was green, "Do you want me to eat dust?"

"If you want to eat as a father, you won't be stopped." Yan Guogong said slowly.

"Old man, you're too unkind to be a man, you are a communist enmity! Wandering around, don't you just want to vent your charming rouge tiger? I tell you, if you practice your own son again, I'll tell you Cut off ... Cough cough, stop, I want to go back! "

Shi Ziye's screams were overwhelmed by the dust.

"Yu--"

Several beautifully decorated carriages stopped in front of the Buddhist temple.

When Lin Lang was held down, the carriages behind him also appeared one after another, all of whom were well-dressed ladies of the family, gorgeously dressed and glorious.

Husbands and wives laughed and laughed around Lin Lang.

At the foot of the mountain, there was a lot of vocals, rubbing shoulders.

When a group of people reached the top of the mountain, they realized that it was a little witch.

The eighth day of December is the day of Buddha Sakyamuni's enlightenment, also known as the "magic festival". As a rare Buddhist event, many devout believers climbed and worshipped before dawn. It was near noon and it was overcrowded. There were noisy voices about talking and walking.

There is a square outside the Buddha Hall, with a bronze bronze tripod standing in the center, filled with enshrined incense candles. From a distance, it looks like a huge red coral inlaid with countless golden orbs, lingering in the clouds of heavenly palaces.

The square is divided into left and right sides. On the one side is a crowd of people waiting in line to wait for Laba porridge. On the other side is sitting in a temporary tent to drink porridge. The little children walked through the crowd, like little loach, as if they were doing fun games.

The young husband felt envy, touched his belly, and sighed again. At this time, the elders began to comfort them, saying that their children were in a hurry, and they came naturally if they wanted to.

With that, a group of people moved to the back of the line and queued up to get the porridge.

In fact, as the family mothers and wives, they could have waited in the shady side hall, when their own monks offered Laba congee, but few people would do so. After all, Baima Temple is a Buddhist temple that can stand for thousands of years. The incense is prosperous and stretches. It is equivalent to a miracle in the eyes of believers. They dare not disrespect, so they honestly follow behind the team.

Lin Lang was in front of this group of pearly and magnificent ladies. In front of her were a few young girls who were not wearing migraines. They were ordinary girls. When they suddenly came to a group of wealthy ladies in magnificent dresses, they voted for curiosity. Envious eyes.

Soon, their attention was drawn by the front.

"God, it turned out to be Master Shi Jingcheng!"

"Shi Jingcheng? Is that the youngest and the most beautiful of the classics?"

"I met him with my dad. Master Jing Cheng was compassionate and saved a lot of people!"

The crowd was clearly turbulent, and someone couldn't wait to lean over to see it.

Lin Lang also looked up.

Unbiased, just hit a pair of clean and clear eyes.

The glazed tile with blue background is covered with frost and snow, and under the silver thread and gold wire, there is a bright and clear light.

Inside the temple, the solemn Buddha is enshrined, and the lotus prayer flags sway in the wind.

Outside the hall, the crowd was full of voices and fireworks.

And he was standing at the junction of the inside and outside of the hall, standing in the center of the Buddha and the world, and gazed at the beautiful shadow of the person he liked with a slight smile.

Quiet and patient, wait for her to look up to him until the moment her eyes meet.

I wonder if it was an illusion. Lin Lang felt that the red mole on Jing Cheng's eyebrows became darker and darker. It seemed to be a little scratched, and he could bleed out the bleak blood.

Shi Lang's turn was Lin Lang's turn. She took a step forward and opened the leopard's leno in one hand.

It is said that the Laba porridge of the Baima Temple has boiled for twelve hours, with a variety of materials, including red dates, walnuts, lotus seeds, longan, ginkgo, red beans, etc., a total of 18 kinds. The treasure hall is served on the table, and there are eight immortals and Luohan statues made of jujube mud, bean paste, yam, etc., which are beautiful and vivid.

Jing Chengfei quickly looked at Lin Lang and turned to scoop Laba congee for her. The shallow white porcelain bowl was filled with dark red sticky sweet porridge, overflowing with plumes of hot air, and the Buddhist monk handed it to Lin Lang.

She reached out and took it, her cold fingers flicked past the monk's fair-handed back.

Jing Cheng's body couldn't help but tremble, and his ears were red with no effort.

The head is buried deeper.

The innocent monk is very shy.

Lin Lang smiled lightly and went to the square on the other side with porridge. Soon, the husbands returned.

"Click--"

The subtle ringing caused the girls to raise their heads, and Lin Lang returned quietly to them with a smile, "I hit my teeth."

In the back, she raised her sleeves to cover her face, and spit out a gorgeous red bean from her mouth.

Still raw.

She couldn't help smiling.

After eating Laba Porridge, some anxious young ladies were eager to go to Guanyin Pavilion in the water to beg for their children, and some wanted to pray for the husband's family for different purposes. Lin Lang said that he would move freely and return to the mountain together before sunset. She resigned the husband's invitation and went to the guesthouse to rest.

Not long after sitting down, the paper window was hit by a small stone.

Lin Lang frowned, and sent the waiting girls again, pretending to be a nap.

A figure fell to the front, gently pulling her arm.

The other person's face came close, and the warmth of his breath fell on his cheeks, and the small fluff fluttered with it. Lin Lang opened his eyes suddenly and almost scared the person to sit on the ground.

"What bad thing did you just want to do?"

The lady sat up slowly and pushed away the thin blanket.

Jing Cheng's throat didn't slide naturally, but there was no excuse. His eyes drifted away, and he whispered, "That, the foot of the mountain is very busy, do you want to see it?"

"Why, you want to have a meeting with me?"

It took a long time for her to hear an inaudible response.

Shen Qing Gu Xiu's young Dade opened his mouth carefully, "Can it?" He hurriedly added, "Not far away, just walk at the foot of the mountain."

"Yes, but you and I are easily noticeable," Lin Lang said distressedly.

Jing Cheng smiled, eyes shallow, beautiful as a crescent moon.

"follow me."

He took the lead out of the window, Lin Lang followed behind him, while holding the frame, lifted up the skirt and climbed up.

A pair of big palms passed under the armpit and hugged her easily.

In the arms is the pure sandalwood fragrance.

Turning around, avoiding pedestrians, Jing Cheng took Lin Lang to his yard, and expertly turned out a new set of goose yellow dresses from the closet. Lin Lang touched it in the past, and the clothes were very comfortable.

"I, I bought it a long time ago, and I don't know if it fits properly." Jing Cheng, who bought women's products for the first time, squeezed her sleeve tightly.

Lin Lang tilted her head and suddenly opened her hand.

The other person looked at her suspiciously.

"Null, stunned, help me change clothes." Lin Lang squinted and said disgustedly, "Now remember my size, and I won't be afraid of not fitting when I buy clothes in the future."

Straighten the person flushed with red, and lived off a cooked shrimp without knowing where to put it.

Seeing Lin Lang refused to let him go, Jing Cheng could only tremble with his fingers, and took off his shirt for a new one. After a few breaths, the tip of his nose leaked dense sweat beads, and he was going to faint.

Lotus-like powdered arms wrapped around his neck, and Jing Cheng's body stiffened and he dared not move.

He is a very law-abiding and passive person. If it wasn't stimulated by Lin Lang's stimulating that day, he wouldn't be able to do that kind of crazy and terrible kiss.

Thinking about it afterwards, Jing Cheng felt inconceivable, completely unlike himself.

"Axiu, you are so hot, do you have a fever?"

With her bare feet, she slowly stepped on the monk's cloth shoes, and the weight of her whole body was pressed together.

Jing Cheng looked at the person close by, his red lips were full and colorful, his throat could not help rolling, he could not hear Lin Lang said, and his lack of attention could only barely concentrate on the two petals of peach powder.

Hesitantly, he bent down and grabbed the sweet fruit with tenderness and incredible strength.

The dry hands that had been twisting the beads for many years fell on the waist and then climbed up the back, gently rubbing and caressing, and the warmth and affection in the palm of the hand were passed to another person wholeheartedly.

"Ok?"

Jing Cheng's teeth encountered hard things, and the chaotic consciousness was suddenly turned away from the cloud. He was awake, and then found that his palm did not know when to cover the female's softness, and the red glow on his face burned more.

"Okay, it's time for you to change your clothes."

Lin Lang squeezed his earlobe.

Jing Cheng blushed and changed.

There was a foreign body in his mouth, and Jing Cheng walked for a while, spitting out again with Lin Lang behind his back.

When he saw what it was, Jing Cheng turned back subconsciously.

His sweetheart stood not far away, with a smile on his face.

His heart was hot and faintly hurt.

There is nothing to spit out.

At the foot of the White Horse Temple, there are many stalls with various names, and small businesses are in full swing.

Some are covered with rough grass embryos, and then finely covered with a fine velvet blanket, standing a variety of small Buddha statues, compared with the majestic and quiet golden body Buddha in the temples, these small statues have merged into the folk The unique aesthetic and life atmosphere of craftsmen have become lively and lovely one by one.

Lin Lang couldn't help but buy a small wooden Buddha with round blue lotus leaves on his head, and couldn't help but play with it.

Jing Cheng followed behind her and was honestly responsible for giving money.

He was wearing a hat and his hat was pressed down very low, but he kept staring at the slender figure in front of him, so as not to let Lin Lang slip away from his sight. She seemed very happy, striding briskly, a hand swaying casually beside the tassel around her thin waist, causing Jing Cheng to raise an inexplicable and enthusiastic urge.

When can he be upright and hold her hand under the sun?

No need to hide.

Don't hesitate.

For those who like it, he expresses the joy in his eyes, the spoil in his voice, and the joy in his chest.

Let the world know that he loves and cherishes her so much.

His patience had long reached the limit unconsciously.

Lin Lang's sleeve was pulled from behind.

She looked back in surprise.

"I, I have something to say--" Jing Cheng summoned up his courage.

Lin Lang saw the vermilion in the monk's eyebrows, and Li was very beautiful.

Looking at the sweetheart, Jing Cheng's expression gradually became gentle.

You said, Axiu is good or not?

The red robe was faded, and the merits of the floating tutu for half of his life were sacrificed.

Do not practice the magic lotus flower, nor read the Prajna jackfruit multi-heart Sutra, store up long hair for you, tie up the jade crown, and become an ordinary young erlang.

If the **** Buddha falls into the world, has blood and blood, and has greed and infatuation ... would you still like this Axiu?

"what did you say?"

Lin Lang didn't hear clearly, and the surroundings were too noisy.

"This sentence, A Xiu said only once in his life, you listen well."

The monk's hands dived into Mi Li, and carefully, piously, took Lin Lang's face.

When I ’m still vulgar, do you want to ... follow me?

I have a fat and muscular little Hummer, whose mane is reddish-brown, and my eyes have a brown coat, my temper is very gentle, and can take us anywhere.

In spring, the peach blossoms are prosperous, and I will give you a branch. In the summer night, a small boat was tied in the depths of the reeds, and they looked at the stars and stars with each other. In autumn, the forest will be dyed in layers, and you will love the acacia tree in Nanling that is dyed red.

And when the weather is cold, I will hold you in my arms and not teach you to be half lonely and cold.

For all the cold years, I only warmed you with warm wine, warm tea and porridge.

and so--

Mount.

I will take you away.