The splendid years of a talented lady

Chapter 270 She Is Clear (1)
After raising his body for more than a month, An Yi thought that he had returned to normal, and was already ready to move. Now that the two of them had a fight, although he was beaten up by the servants, he was wounded all over, but he finally got it again. An Yi thought that the beating Worth it!
The master and the servant rebuilt the old relationship, and An Yi thought it was better than before.

Because Shoucheng dared to call him by his name directly when he lost his temper, and when he shouted the word 'An Yi' angrily, An Yi knew clearly that he was in a good mood immediately.

It's just that he can't tell Shoucheng this, otherwise he will never want to hear him calling his name again!
After a turmoil, the two began to copy scriptures day and night calmly.After all, An Yi came from a scholarly family, and was forced to read and write since he was a child. His foundation is much better than that of the servant, and he can write faster than him.

Of the [-] "Pu Men Pin", An Yi copied [-] of them by himself. At the end, his writing hand got cramped, and the distressed servant held his hand and kept rubbing it: "Next time, don't write for so long. The blood is gone..."

"Alas!" An Yi sighed, he was not afraid of suffering, but seeing Shoucheng and himself suffering now made him feel bad from the bottom of his heart!
"Let's send the copied scriptures over tomorrow." The master's hands were icy cold, and the servant didn't warm him up even after rubbing them for a long time, so he grabbed his hands and stuffed them into his lapel, wanting to use them The body temperature covered him.

An Yi's eyes narrowed, a smirk appeared on the corner of his lips, and he stretched out his hand to grab his chest: "Tomorrow is only twelve, didn't that bitch tell us to send it over on the thirteenth day of the first lunar month?"

The boy glared at him, and then kicked out the claw that was making trouble on his chest. He straightened his clothes and said, "Sixteen, I have to go to the village at the foot of the mountain. We still have to tidy up our things here. No matter what, you have to make a surplus of two days."

In fact, the two of them didn't bring anything with them when they were kicked out of An's house, so there was nothing to clean up.The boy wants to send the copied scriptures over one day earlier, so that he can get the merit money earlier.

The master has only one day left of his medicine, if he can't get the money tomorrow, he will stop working the day after tomorrow... This is what he is anxious about.

"Yeah." An Yi nodded.

Leaning against the wall with her eyes closed, An Yi stretched her arms and legs to stretch her body.

He is tall and slender, sitting curled up on the kang and copying scriptures for a few days, his back is sore from exhaustion.

Thinking of accompanying Shoucheng to the Bodhi Temple tomorrow, An Yi's mind unconsciously reflected the appearance of the black-clothed woman again, and he opened his eyes suddenly and said to the servant: "Tomorrow, you can ask that mother What's their last name!"

"What a bitch! I have reminded you several times, but you still can't change it!" The young man got up, stood on the edge of the kang, and started to pack up the papers that had copied the scriptures: "The ones in the temple Monks, you have to call someone Master, the woman we saw that day was wearing black clothes, she must also be a practitioner, we will call her layman."

"Hehe! I remember it." An Yi nodded in response, but his attitude was very good: "There are many rules in the temple, and I don't believe that. I will follow you tomorrow, just don't say anything."

"What do you ask someone's family name for? If you are a layman who leads a practice in a temple, you all ask for the fate of the world. If we take the liberty to ask, I'm afraid it will be a taboo." The boy put away the scriptures and carefully stacked them Neatly, I went to the outhouse and brought in a clean furoshiki, put the scriptures in and wrapped them up.

"I just think that person looks too much like Lan Sheng, and I always feel that the two of them should be involved..."

On the twelfth day of the first lunar month, An Yi and the boy went out early after breakfast at home.

Pedestrians are rarely seen on the road, and the New Year is usually not counted until the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, so at such an early age, almost everyone stays at home and does not go out.

It was too cold, gusts of wind rolled the residual snow on the branches, whizzed and swirled past the two of them, like knives!
An Yi walked a few steps to the front of the servant: "You just follow behind the master."

Shoucheng, who was standing on the ground with his back clutching his clothes to avoid the cold wind, heard his words and quickly turned his head. Seeing his master standing in front of him with a bamboo pole-like body shielding him from the gusts of cold wind, the boy felt full of joy in an instant. of!

He also took a few steps, and when he stood side by side with An Yi, he stretched out his hand and grabbed his palm: "I'll hold you a little bit, you look thin, don't let the strong wind blow you away..."

An Yi tilted her head to look at him and smiled, clasped her palms backwards, and wrapped the servant's palms in her own: "Master, hold on to you too, don't let such a good wife like me be abducted... "

The boy also turned his head to look at him, pursed his lips into a smile, and turned his head to the front again.

An Yi burst into ecstasy: On the road, I called him wife, but he didn't scold me!He didn't scold me!
A burst of ecstasy was followed by a burst of sadness, and a kind of joy that finally came to fruition after all the hardships hit my heart.

An Yi clenched his hand...

"Master Hui Nian!" Walking to the Bodhi Temple, the two let go.An Yi was afraid that he would offend Shoucheng by saying the wrong thing, so he consciously stood at the door and did not go in.

The boy entered the door alone, and when he saw Master Bhikkhuni who was sweeping the yard with a big broom, he called out respectfully.

"It's Lay An." Master Hui Nian had kind eyebrows and kind eyes, an amiable appearance, and spoke softly: "Are you here to deliver the scriptures?"

"That's right, it's here to give away the scriptures." The servant held the package containing the scriptures in both hands, and lowered his voice.

"Send it to the side hall, Mingche is there." Master Hui Nian took the dustpan and began to clean up a small pile of debris on the ground.

The servant hurriedly stepped aside, instead of going directly to the side hall, he advanced into the main hall, placed the scriptures in his hands respectfully on the incense table, and knelt on the futon to pay respects to the Buddha first!
Master Hui Nian cleaned up the sundries, took a broom in one hand and a dustpan in the other, turned his head and glanced at the back of the boy who was respectfully worshiping Buddha, and walked away with a smile of approval...

"Damn it! Even these bald women are looking at my wife's ass and laughing. If he comes to this kind of place in the future, I have to follow him!" An Yi, who stood at the door with his hands behind his back, kept staring at everything in the yard, Hui Nian The benevolent smile on Master's face also became lewd in his eyes!

(End of this chapter)