long night walk

Chapter 108
Every day in the restaurant, there are countless strangers who are familiar or can't remember their faces, but one of the strangers in the restaurant today is very impressive.

He looks very young, his clothes are white, not stained with dust, clean as fresh snow under the early sun.

It was a slender young man, and more importantly, this young man was born with red lips and white teeth. If it weren't for the protruding Adam's apple between the snow-white neck, people would mistake him for a beautiful woman.

But these are not the point. The point is that the white robe worn by this young man is not an ordinary piece of clothing, but an extremely simple... cassock?
He was actually a monk who was too beautiful.

It doesn't matter if a monk is born beautiful, but he still appeared in this worldly wine shop, and he has already drank three pots of dirty wine in just a moment.

What kind of monk is a monk drinking alcohol?

Seeing this, some dirty-talking gangsters suddenly became interested, and laughed and said, "Whose monk is this young gentleman, who doesn't practice Buddhism well, recite scriptures and eat fast, what kind of wine do you drink and what kind of meat do you eat here?"

The handsome monk smiled slightly, gently rubbing the rim of the wine glass with his fingertips, his clear eyes fell on the dining table and said with a smile: "My little monk only drank wine and did not eat meat."

In the grassy rivers and lakes, there are also beautiful women with swords and scarves. Her eyes are presumptuous and bright, and she is looking at the handsome monk with a dusty temperament.

She showed a very heroic smile, teasingly said: "The little monk has broken his precepts by drinking, why don't you take off this cassock and return to vulgarity."

As soon as this remark came out, the eyes of the group of drinking buddies beside the woman suddenly became extremely ambiguous, and the sounds of yo-heh booing suddenly arose.

The handsome monk was slightly taken aback, his thin lips were pressed together for a moment, and then a smile appeared, and he said: "The temple of returning to vulgarity is too far away, I'm too lazy to move."

The woman's eyes became brighter: "Yes, the mountains are high and the water is long. If the journey is too far away, robbers will be very dangerous. Which monastery do you come from, little monk? Anyway, I have nothing to do recently, so I can give you a gift, no money will be charged. "

The local folk customs in Xihe City are generous and simple, and this woman is a child of the rivers and lakes. She doesn't care about trivial matters.

Immediately, someone laughed loudly and said: "That's right, if you don't accept money, you will accept a young man who has just returned to vulgarity!!!"

Being teased like this, the young monk didn't seem to get angry.

Under the burning gaze of the woman, he tilted his head slightly and looked at her politely: "The little monk came from Jiaruo Temple, it's really far away there, and it's too cold, so I won't bother you to see her off."

How could the woman not understand the meaning of polite refusal in his words, she didn't force it with regret on her face, raised a glass of wine on the table to respect each other, and didn't say much more.

On the contrary, the men who were at the same table with her looked a little embarrassed, and there was a loud bang, shaking the tableware on the table.

"I don't know a person! You don't eat a toast, you don't eat a fine wine! Sanniang's wishes are also something you, a bald donkey, can casually reject!"

Compared with that heroic woman and beauty, the recklessness of this group of men is so strong that it is completely unreasonable.

The noisy restaurant suddenly became quiet.

Most people look at this troubled situation with the mood of watching a good show.

The young monk had a surprisingly good temper, and he didn't show any anger at all. With a smile on his face, he said, "Alcohol is a good thing. Even young monks like to drink it when they are toasted and punished."

The man who was clearly the leader in the grass smiled coldly, pressed the big knife lying flat on the table, and said with a sneer: "Seeing that you are born weak, I don't use force to deceive others. You love wine so much, it's easy! Drinking won me, It's over today."

The woman on the side who was replaced as San Niang immediately added enthusiastically: "If you can't beat my big brother, you will come with me."

The young monk smoothed the sleeves of his robe with a smile, and was about to speak...

At this time, the wind and sand outside the door seemed to be rushing, and a piece of clothing embroidered with a delicate red lotus pattern was rolled up, and a female voice floated softly, the indescribable spring breeze was moving.

"I'll drink with you."

The smile on the young monk's face became softer, and the lights in the store reflected on that flawless handsome face, as if casting a layer of warm light.

The man looked up and was stunned.

I don't know when it started to rain outside the house, amidst the wind and rain.

A slender and slender figure in white clothes washed away the world of mortals, and she clearly gave birth to an extremely beautiful young face, but in the eyes of everyone, they could see the surge of time and light and shadow.

The woman hangs a sword from her waist, and wears a light shirt with wide sleeves, but there is no trace of the world of the world.

Even though she is carrying an ominous weapon such as a weapon, people will never associate her with the gangsters in the wine shop.

The big man was angry, and he was stunned under the woman's face for a moment, but he didn't regain his senses. It was Sanniang who slammed his stomach with the handle of the knife hard to bring him back to his senses.

The man stroked his stubble short hair, and said with a chuckle, "It's easy to say, since the girl wants to stand up for this bald donkey, if she gets drunk, she will be taken home by my brother."

Looking at the wretched look of the crowd rubbing their hands in anticipation.

That woman was actually similar to the young monk's gentle temperament, she pursed her lips slightly and smiled.

She was not as shy and shy as the usual daughter's posture, but walked into the wine shop openly and sat on the other side of the young monk.

She raised her eyebrows slightly, glanced at the young monk, looked at him with a smile in his eyes, seemed to have some kind of interest, she said: "Okay, if you beat me, it doesn't matter if I go back with you."

The man was overjoyed immediately, and patted the table: "Okay! Brother, I am happy today, and Shi Guang paid for the drinks for the two of you."

The woman was not polite: "So generous? Then I will order the most expensive wine in this restaurant."

The man was overjoyed, he wondered if this little beauty is really going to live in his room today?

How can they care about money or not? For people like them who are highly skilled and bold, there is never a shortage of yellow and white things in their wallets, and they can still afford to pay for a mere drink.

The man Shi Guang was about to speak, but San Niang frowned unhappily at the side, looking at the woman who had a dusty temperament and floated like a fairy: "What is your relationship with him?"

That him, of course, refers to the young monk.

The woman looked at her with her chin on her shoulders, and said with a smile, "My name is Ye Lian, and his name is Jiachen. Our relationship is...the returnees."

Return and go together, come and return together.

Sanniang froze, and looked at the young monk sullenly, wanting to see how he would react.

The young monk had a slight smile on his brows, with a calm expression, picked up the jug and the empty cup, and filled the glass for the woman with a peaceful but extremely gentle demeanor.

Seeing this scene, Sanniang felt discouraged.

Shi Guang, on the other hand, didn't put the frail young monk in his eyes at all, and said with a loud smile: "Young lady, you can order whatever wine you want, and you don't have to worry about money, I'm here!"

(End of this chapter)