Strong Locked Marriage: Young Master Mo's Doting Wife

Mo Zishu also stretched out his hand.

Xiao Linyan took the initiative to use her soft little finger to hook Mo Zishu's finger, "The hook will be stamped, and it will not be changed for 100 years."

The little finger is hooked, and the thumb is poked.

"Then I'm leaving, and I'll come back to you tomorrow. If I've been out for a long time, Master may find out, so he won't let me out next time."

"Ah."

"Bye-Bye!"

The little girl put the little pannier on her shoulders, and then ran away in a skip.

Mo Zishu then returned to the monastery. His brother had already helped him cover, so he thanked him.

Afterwards, Mo Zishu's life was still the same as before, waking up in the morning to practice exercises, chant sutras, cultivate one's morality, and read books.

It's the same as before, except for one more thing.

That is to sneak out to meet Xiao Linyan.

Xiao Linyan was still yelling at each little monk, but Mo Zishu no longer corrected her, but quietly hid before the master of the temple shaved her head, letting her hair grow another inch.

Xiao Linyan was standing on the big bluestone slab next to him, and jumped up to touch the top of Mo Zishu's head.

"Wow, little monk, your hair has grown!"

Mo Zishu hummed and touched the top of his head.

"Looks good," Xiao Linyan held his cheeks and smiled, "You look good when you grow out your hair. You used to look bald, like a salted duck egg."

Mo Zishu: "..."

Salted duck eggs?
so ugly?

Before Mo Zishu went up the mountain with his master, he really paid attention to his handsome appearance, especially before going to see Qiao Qiao, he would change into the little suit he thought was the most handsome, and then secretly use his father The styling water, grab the hair out for a shape.

But since I came to the mountain.

His hair was gone, and his body was covered in gray clothes all day long.

Xiao Linyan looked at Mo Zishu's expression and jumped over, "Don't be sad, I... I'm just making a metaphor."

"Ok, I know."

"But now you are unhappy all over your face."

Mo Zishu pursed his lips, "I didn't."

Xiao Linyan jumped off the rock, squatted down in front of Mo Zishu, and started farting rainbow farts.

"Little handsome guy, don't ignore me, you are very handsome, even more handsome than the monks in that temple!"

"I'm serious, you're much cuter and more handsome than the kids I saw on TV!"

"So what about the salted duck eggs, they are smooth and delicious."

When it came to the end, Mo Zishu couldn't hold back anymore, and laughed out loud.

Only then did Xiao Linyan clap his hands, and jumped over happily, "Smile, are you not angry with me?"

"I wasn't angry in the first place."

How could he be angry if such a lively and lovely little girl was by his side?
However, habit has always been a terrible thing.

One day, Xiao Linyan came to look for Mo Zishu, panting, and didn't shy away from the monks around him, so he directly pulled Mo Zishu outside.

Mo Zishu pulled her to let her take a breath.

"Didn't you say we'll meet after dinner tonight?"

Moreover, he also promised to bring her the roasted sweet potatoes in the kitchen.

"I...I'm leaving tonight."

When Mo Zishu heard this, he was stunned, "Where are you going?"

The little girl bent over, panting in one sentence, "I don't know where to go, the master said that I found my parents, and is going to take me there to find my parents."

Mo Zishu said calmly, "Congratulations."

The little girl suddenly rushed over and put her arms around Mo Zishu's waist.

"But I can't bear you, if only you could walk with me."

A suspicious blush appeared on Mo Zishu's fair face.

"I...can't leave yet."

"Hey," Xiao Linyan said, "but don't worry, I will write to you when I get to my new home!"

Neither of them had a mobile phone, nor could they talk to each other.

Mo Zishu nodded.

"it is good.

Not far away, the old man's voice was heard.

"Lin Yan!"

Xiao Linyan hurriedly waved to Mo Zishu, "I'm leaving, I'll write you a letter when the time comes, remember to reply me!"

Mo Zishu's hand suddenly became empty, as if accompanied by his heart, it was also empty suddenly.

He took two quick steps forward, but what he caught was the air in his hand.

He looked at the little girl in the white skirt who was bouncing away, and even turned around and waved at him.

"Go back quickly! Don't let your master find out!"

Xiao Linyan put his hands around his mouth, forming the shape of a trumpet, and shouted loudly: "Little monk! I will write you a letter!"

Mo Zishu just stood there, looking at his former playmate, who just disappeared into the depths of the dense forest, never to be seen again.

He suddenly felt empty in his heart, as if the little girl who had left was the wind in the forest, even if he reached out to grab it, he couldn't catch it anyway.

He ran towards the direction Xiao Linyan left.

The senior brother came out from the temple, "Xiaomo, where are you going?"

Mo Zishu had already run away without a trace.

The senior brother rubbed his nose involuntarily.

When I was running and exercising before, I didn't see him running so fast, so he disappeared.

Mo Zishu rushed down the mountain, and he didn't see the little girl until halfway up the mountain.

Halfway up the mountain, there is a cable car.

There was a staff member next to him. Seeing this young monk, he had never seen such a good-looking young monk before, so he asked, "Are you here to find someone?"

Mo Zishu nodded, "Well, a little girl in a white dress and an old man."

"Oh, I see. They had already taken the cable car down half an hour ago, and they must be at the bottom of the mountain now."

The light in Mo Zishu's eyes went out at this very second.

Sure enough, she left.

"Do you want to take the cable car down?"

Mo Zishu nodded hurriedly.

No matter what, he had to go down and look for it.

He took the cable car and reached the bottom of the mountain in just 2 minutes.

There are many merchants and tourists at the place where the cable car gets off.

They all stopped to look at Mo Zishu, and some pretty aunts came over and asked if he could take a photo with them.

His gaze was always searching for the figure in the little white skirt.

But no.

This time, the light in his eyes was completely extinguished.

She left.

Mo Zishu returned to the mountain and the temple, without speaking or eating, he went back to his room and got under the covers.

The next day, he went under the peach tree where the two often secretly met to play.

The peach trees were luxuriant, but he waited from dawn to dusk, but he didn't see the little girl anymore.

He went day after day before he finally confirmed it.

She really left and no longer appeared in her own life.

Habit is a terrible thing. He likes to play with her, go to the tree to dig out bird eggs, and go to the drinking water to touch fish together.

Those good times are gone forever.

How long does it take to forget the habits formed in the best of times.