The male god of fast wear is not human

Chapter 205 Call Your Parents Tomorrow (12)

In the east of Yin City, there is a mountain.

The name is Tu Tu Mountain.

The mountains are not high, generally steep, and the forest vegetation is dense.

The locals would like to meet up to climb the mountain when they are free on weekends.

There is a temple on the mountain, called Guangming Temple.

There are many monks in the temple.

There is an 87-year-old abbot.

There is a four-year-old naughty little monk under him.

In July and August, the sun is scorching.

evening sunset,

The evening wind whipped up the air after a day of scorching, and the heat wave hit the face.

There are residents living in the Shanxia Community,

had dinner early,

Young and old gather nearby to take a walk to enjoy the shade.

There is a river at the foot of the mountain,

The name is Tuhe.

If you don't look at the map and the words on the sign,
Local people prefer to call it Bald River and Piao River.

It is rumored that those people in Yinshi who have hereditary hair loss,

It's all because someone in the ancestors drank the water of the Tu River,
So the ancestral bald gourd.

Of course, it's just hearsay without any evidence.

Qi Mingguang never believed in this.

Brothers in the temple,

Which one didn't carry the water up the mountain from the Tu River when practicing?
Didn’t the water carried up the mountain boil for everyone to drink?
I haven't seen anyone lose their hair.

The milk powder that the abbot made for him with the river water is even more fragrant!

"See? That's why grandma told you not to play in the bald river,"

An old lady pointed at Qi Mingguang,
Educating my three-and-a-half-year-old grandson,

"That little brother is about your age,

Disobedient, insist on playing with water,

Look at him, he's completely bald. "

The little grandson's eyes widened in shock,
Make a promise to grandma,

"If the baby does not play, the baby will not be bald."

Qi Mingguang bulged his cheeks,

In my heart, I silently recite the Ninja Sutra that my mother often talks about,
With quick hands and feet, he took the watermelons out of the basket one by one.

Look at the small puddle surrounded by a few stones,

Jump over in two or three steps,

Carefully stack the watermelons and soak them in the river water.

There are passers-by around, seeing him like this, can't help worrying.

"Hey, hey, kid, come here quickly,
DANGER DANGER!The stone is soaked in water, how slippery it is,

Why did you jump on it, where is your adult? "

Qi Mingguang kept in mind before going down the mountain,

The exhortations of the abbot and his brothers,
don't talk to strangers,

Ignore strangers who initiate conversations.

So he turned a deaf ear,
After laying out the watermelon, he jumped back to the shore twice.

Well-meaning people worry about danger,

There are also good people who raised their mobile phones and yelled,
"Little bald head, come one more hey!"

Qi Mingguang turned his head following the sound,
The big eyes of the black grape flicker,
As if asking, what to do.

The troublemaker pointed to the small puddle, and then pointed to his mobile phone,
"Dance one more, I'll help you take a picture and post it on the Internet,
How about the little monk's miraculous skills? "

Qi Mingguang's eyes were slightly bright, sparkling with excitement.

Flushing fleshy face,

want to laugh,

Can't help but maintain a heroic demeanor,

He pursed his lips tightly, with a straight expression.

Big eyes sneak a glance at the phone,
With a puffed face, he put down the pannier,

Jump over skillfully,

Bang bang slap the watermelon twice,
He jumped back again.

Then shyly pulled the back pan to cover his face.

Other passers-by applauded and whistled,
There are also disapproval, frowning and sighing.

Qi Mingguang put his back on his back, looked up at the sky,
I miss my mother a little bit.

but……

Niang said that she could only see her on even-numbered weekends every month.

Today is an odd day, Friday.

Qi Mingguang raised his foot and was about to go up the mountain to return to the temple.
Hearing the cry of mourning,
"Xiao Ming! My heart is clear~"

Turning my head, I saw an old lady,
His face was wrinkled, his hair was gray, and his clothes were patched but neat.

He looked around,

Strange way,

"Benefactor, did you recognize the wrong person?"

His name is Qi Mingguang.

The abbot and senior brothers called him Xiaoguang, Mingguang, and Guangguang.

Mother and Uncle Qing called him Xiaoguang and Xiaobald.

Not Xiaoming, nor Mingming.

Of course,
The old lady is strong and strong, and she reached out to hug him when she came up.

"Obviously hey~"

(End of this chapter)