love warmth

Chapter 108 Visiting the Shepherd's House Again 1
"Why?" Qian Modi pushed Jiang Beibei's face away in disgust, "Don't get so close, or I will feel that you are plotting against me."

Jiang Beibei rolled her eyes, leaned back on the sofa and said, "Go to Nanshan Temple to see chrysanthemums in the afternoon, do you want to go?"

"Look at what?" Qian Modi asked.

"chrysanthemum!"

"What?" Qian Modi asked again.

"Chrysanthemum!" Jiang Beibei said, blinking.

"Oh!" Qian Modi replied, casually reading on the sofa.

After a while, Jiang Beibei broke out and shouted, "Qian Modi, you are sick!"

Qian Modi snickered, "I thought you were so innocent that you didn't know anything."

"I didn't expect your taste to be so vulgar, and I suddenly felt that I was blind." Jiang Beibei said, with a look on my face that I misread your expression, "It's really rude to meet people."

Qian Modi had a black line on his face. He also discovered it when he was diving into the Tianya Post Bar some time ago. Nowadays, young people call it a chrysanthemum. He thought it was interesting and wanted to shake Jiang Beibei on purpose. He didn't expect her reaction to be so strong. , Even "meeting people who are not nice" is used.

"Okay, don't talk nonsense with you, I have to go upstairs to change clothes, and I will go to Nanshan Temple with my dear Nuannuan to see flowers, grass, and trees..." Jiang Beibei was cute, and Qian Modi was speechless , Glancing at Jiang Beibei, he read his book again.

After a while, Jiang Beibei ran down from upstairs again, his forehead dripping with sweat, and raised two bright red shirts in his hands and asked, "Honey, do we want to wear these two couple shirts to go out?"

Qian Modi raised his eyes, and said in a dull voice with no expression on his face: "Are you in such a hurry to make monkey chrysanthemums?" So red...

Jiang Beibei looked cold and resentful, and said quietly, "Is it that ugly?"

"It's not that it's ugly, but it's simply unsightly. The bright red one is still the one with a big mouth... Childish or not? It looks silly when you look at it." Qian Modi said sarcastically.

Jiang Beibei was discouraged, "It's such a good day, can't you dress a little more cheerfully?"

"A good day? Happy? Can you explain it to me?" Qian Modi asked.

"Oh, don't worry, Rory is so talkative, whether he likes to wear it or not..."

In the golden autumn season, Nanshan Temple is full of tourists.

A woman in white clothes stood in front of the golden Buddha statue, clasped her hands together, slightly closed her eyes, and opened and closed her pink lips, praying sincerely.

"Namo Amitabha." Qin Nuan opened his eyes again, as if he had abandoned his troubles, and all the previous hatreds were replaced by the clarity and clarity now. The woman smiled slightly, just like the bunch of white lotuses in front of the Buddha, quiet and beautiful , Elegant and elegant.

The fairy spring in the valley of Nanshan Temple has beautiful mountains and clear waters. It is said that the Buddha once passed by here to preach here and converted all living beings, so it is famous all over the world.Looking from the foot of the mountain to the mountainside, hundreds of devout men and women of faith crowded shoulder to shoulder.The prosperous incense makes the solemn and majestic Xiangguo Temple shrouded in smoke, and the towering pagoda is looming in the clouds, adding to the fairy spirit.

The wooden box in his hand was rattling, Qin Nuan frowned slightly, and with a "pop", a sign fell to the ground, and he lifted it lightly with his bare hands, with a bitter smile on his face, thinking: I grew up following Marx , How could it be reduced to the point of asking for a lottery?Qin Nuan shook her head, seemingly helpless, but also self-deprecating.

"Girl, what do you want?" The old monk Shi Shiran sat behind the wooden table, stroked his gray beard, and raised his head to Qin Nuan.

"Master, I'm looking for marriage!" Qin Nuan said, sitting opposite the old monk, couldn't help but look at her, a little absent-minded.

Qin Nuan has a feeling that time and space are scattered. Everything in this Nanshan Temple seems to be the same as it was thousands of years ago. The red pillars, the blue stone slabs, and the golden Buddha. Even the old monk wonders if it started thousands of years ago. sitting here.

The old monk thought for a moment, and said: "Human face and peach blossom, the love relationship is complicated and confusing."

After hearing this, Qin Nuan calmed down, but was stunned for a moment, "Master...can you explain more specifically."

The old monk smiled faintly, glanced at Qin Nuan, and then at the sign, "Young lady is a person who understands at first glance, since she understands, why bother to ask this old man."

The corners of Qin Nuan's mouth turned up slightly, with a slight bitterness, "Human faces and peach blossoms are inextricably bound together."

The old monk stroked his beard and nodded, "Well, girl, love, hatred, anger, ignorance, and resentment in the world are all caused by the word greed. If you really want a clear result or a breakup, either Persevere to the end, or let go completely, hesitation, indecision, is the accomplice of all desires."

Qin Nuan pondered for a moment, then raised her head and said to the old monk: "If people's hearts are settled, the ending will naturally be settled, right?"

The old monk nodded and shook his head, "With the girl's current ability, I'm afraid she will be powerless." Seemingly sighing, he sighed leisurely, raised his head, and said to the next pilgrim: "Next!"

Qin Nuan felt overwhelmed, hesitated to speak, had no choice but to get up.

Buddha is a person who has seen through, and man is a Buddha who has not yet seen through. Qin Nuan sighed, leaning against the carved railing, thoughtful, but she couldn't see through. mind.

Powerless?

Is it to prove that she and Mu Yusen are impossible.

She has always been afraid to be [-]% sure of a man's heart, even if he and her are tender and affectionate all day long, but Qin Nuan feels more and more that he, Mu Yusen, will only love her as a substitute for another person. The kindness to her is because she has a face that is very similar to that of my aunt Zhou Lingchu.

"Nuannuan!" Jiang Beibei's voice came, and Qin Nuan turned her head to look, the couple walking straight towards her made her dumbfounded, they were so dazzlingly red, so dazzlingly red , red... so... red.

"Beibei, Senior Brother Qian...you..." Qin Nuan pointed at their couple outfits and said, "It's really cool."

But, the trousers at the top of the trousers...

"Don't you think it's really cute?" Jiang Beibei hugged Qian Modi's arm and said, Qian Modi's face was pale, and he pulled his arm out vigorously.

"Hehe." Qin Nuan smiled, and patted Qian Modi's shoulder, "Senior Brother Qian, it seems that you were placed under Beibei's pomegranate skirt, or under her jeans."

Jiang Beibei was stunned, not understanding what Qin Nuan was going to say.

Qian Modi pushed his sunglasses, turned his head and said: "If you know it, don't say it."

Qin Nuan shook her head, and said recklessly: "You are under her strange aesthetics." A handsome guy was ruined by such a big red monkey T-shirt...

"Nuannuan, why do I feel that you are not complimenting me." Jiang Beibei said.

"Hehe..." Qin Nuan smiled dryly, glanced at Jiang Beibei, "Let's go, let's go see Chrysanthemum."

Qin Nuan talked about it left and right, Jiang Beibei was speechless, looked at Qin Nuan and Qian Modi, felt that she was already isolated by them naked, and the two of them hit it off when they sang together, she Jiang Beibei has become a light bulb that does not live up to its name...

Where is the law of heaven?

In the words of Jiang Beibei and Qian Modi: Qin Nuan is crazy.

For no reason, Qin Nuan seemed to be a different person. Qian Modi was tired of lifting the camera with his arm, and she was still pulling Jiang Beibei to change poses and poses.Childish, silly, crazy, literary... what kind of scissors, pouting, blowing bubbles, sitting sideways, melancholy... Jiang Beibei's creativity is exhausted, and she, Qin Nuan, is still as one among thousands of flowers Just like a tireless bee, spinning and jumping non-stop...

"Nuannuan, can we take a break?" Qian Modi's small universe was about to erupt, and his arm holding the camera was trembling.

"Beibei, look how beautiful this chrysanthemum is, let's take a few more pictures." Qin Nuan asked Jiang Beibei to come over. , Said: "Honey, you should continue to shoot."

Qian Modi used an excuse to go to the bathroom, and handed over the responsibility of taking photos to Jiang Beibei. Jiang Beibei smiled innocently, and gestured "three" to Qian Modi resentfully.

Qian Modi shook his head, and said: "There are more than three hundred cards, and then you can figure it out. Look at Nuan Nuan's posture, and you can't stop at all."

"Okay, go and come back quickly." Jiang Beibei said while tugging at Qian Modi's sleeve, like a wounded little white rabbit.

Qian Modi's face turned serious, "Come on, dear, you asked for it yourself, wipe your own shit." After speaking, Qian Modi turned around and left, leaving Jiang Beibei's sight as if fleeing.

Jiang Beibei had a bitter look on her face, secretly hating herself for bringing her camera and suggesting to take pictures for Qin Nuan...

In fact, Jiang Beibei didn't realize that even if she didn't bring a camera, Qin Nuan could let her take pictures with her mobile phone.

"How did Senior Brother Qian leave?" Qin Nuan asked.

"It's okay, he's a lazy donkey who grinds a lot of excrement and urine, let's continue, come on, look here..." Jiang Beibei said to Qin Nuan with a smile.

Under the lens, there is a woman with a faint smile, unassuming, unpretentious, as elegant as a lotus, as elegant as a fairy, Jiang Beibei was stunned for a moment, where did Qin Nuan, who was convulsing just now, go?
Women are so fickle, this is Jiang Beibei's only feeling when taking pictures of Qin Nuan.

In the other courtyard, Qian Modi secretly changed for a while, sitting on the railing drinking soda, suddenly a girl with fluttering hair floated over, and said faintly: "My lord, can you take a picture with me?"

Qian Modi raised his head, met the girl's eyes that were as moving as spring water, and said: "Miss, I already have my own name." After finishing speaking, he lowered his eyelids and continued to drink soda.

No sound, silence.The girl must have drifted away.

Qian Modi raised his head again, acted smartly, and muttered to himself, "Damn it, I forgot to check whether that person has feet." With a chill, he turned his head to face a livid face.

"what"

"Snapped"

The first sentence is Qian Modi's exclamation, and the second sentence is the sound of a soda bottle smashing on the floor.

"Why? Are you guilty of being a thief?" Jiang Beibei asked, stepping over and sitting next to Qian Modi, "Drinking soda here secretly, do you have a conscience?"

Qian Modi remained silent, and took out a flower from his bosom, "Here, here it is for you."

Jiang Beibei took the flowers and said, "This flower is so beautiful, pink and tender, thank you dear, but next time I hope to receive roses instead of chrysanthemums, okay?"

"Why are you patting me?" Qian Modi felt that someone had patted his shoulder, but found that Jiang Beibei's hand had been on his chest, playing with the chrysanthemum.

"I didn't take a picture of you." Jiang Beibei said with a smile, without looking up, just kept studying the chrysanthemum in her hand, "What do you think it's called?"

"I don't know, I picked it casually." Qian Modi said, his brows were furrowed, but he didn't see anyone when he turned his head.

"It's really strange. Just now I clearly felt that someone patted my shoulder." Qian Modi said puzzled.

"What's so strange about it? This ancient temple in a remote mountain has existed for thousands of years. It's not surprising that there are any ghosts and gods. Isn't it just a pat on the shoulder?" Jiang Beibei said indifferently.

(End of this chapter)