monk robe

Once upon a time there was a mountain, and there was a temple on the mountain. In front of the temple was a thatched pavilion, in which sat an old monk and a young monk.

The rain hit the old monk's back with the force of the wind, and the monk's shoes were splashed by the rainwater that fell on the mud. The old monk shrank his feet, and the mud on the shoes rubbed against the monk's robe, stained with the smell of mud after the rain.

The young monk bent down and pulled the old monk's robe, squatted on the ground and raised his head and asked, "Master Huien, you meditate here every day. Is it because the meditation room in our temple is not good?"

The old monk wiped the raindrops off the young monk's head with his sleeve, and raised the corners of his wrinkled eyes slightly: "The meditation room is good, but it's not as clean as this one."

"Does Uncle Huien think that Uncle Huiqian is too noisy? I always see him going to your meditation room." The little monk looked at the rain-soaked path from the bottom of the mountain with a puzzled look on his face.

The old monk twisted the beads in his hand, closed his deep eyes and said "Amitabha" to cover up the blush on his face.

"Amitabha, alms, benefactor, can you, can you not hit it?" A little monk clasped his hands and obediently stopped a little boy from beating a dog. Xi's dog stands behind him.

Looking at the little monk who was a head shorter than himself, stuttering and insisting on being brave, the young master raised his hand and pushed him away, angrily said: "But it tore my clothes!" Show the little monk: "Look! It's all broken!"

The little monk had never seen such beautiful clothes, with fine silk embroidered with lifelike flowers and birds. "You don't want to hit it, can I take off my monk's robe and let the benefactor wear it?"

"Not good! Who wants your monk's robe, it's torn and smelly!"

The little monk wrinkled his nose and raised his hands to smell it. He lowered his head and said, "There are a few patches that my master patched for me, but I washed them before the sun set yesterday and put them on after drying this morning. It has been worn for a long time, and there is no dirt on it, so how can it stink?"

"I don't care, you start driving!" The little boy pushed the little monk staggeringly.

The little monk spread his hands in front of the young master, raised his voice, and said, "The almsgiver's clothes are torn, I just return it to you, don't hit it again!" After speaking, he met the young master's eyes that were wide open due to anger, and his heart trembled. , was afraid, and continued weakly: "Master, Master said, my Buddha is merciful..."

"But it's yours and not mine. I only want my clothes!" Seeing the little monk's body shaking slightly, the little boy became interested. He stretched out his index finger to touch the little monk's bald forehead, and said arrogantly: "Isn't it that you are still wearing clothes?" Give it to me, why didn't you take it off?"

The little monk took off his tattered monk robe without saying a word, folded the collar carefully with his chin, and at the same time he did not forget to gently push the dog sitting behind him watching the theater with his foot, signaling it to go quickly, unexpectedly The dog not only didn't appreciate it, but even opened its mouth and bit the little monk's calf.The little monk was in pain, and the half-folded monk's robe slipped to the ground in his hand, tears rolled in his eyes, and he tried not to let it fall out.

The little prince laughed loudly: "Hahaha, your Buddha has a heart of compassion, but that animal does not."

"Master said, all things have spirits..." The little monk bent down to pick up the monk's robe and continued to fold it, chanting in bits and pieces.

When the young master had laughed enough, the little monk offered the monk's robe with both hands, and looked at the monk's robe reluctantly with his big watery eyes.Although this monk's robe was worn too small by the senior brother, and many patches have been patched, it is the only monk's robe he has.

Looking back at the direction the dog was going away, the little monk gritted his teeth, said "Benefactor, the little monk is leaving" and headed back to the path of the temple. Walking on the leg bitten by the dog always felt uncoordinated.

The young master glanced at the monk's robe in his hand, picked up a corner in disgust, and planned to throw it away, but the strong sandalwood fragrance that overflowed when the monk's robe fell apart hooked the young master's nose, and he tentatively leaned forward to smell it, It smells so good.

"Hui En, where is your monk robe?"

The young monk named Hui En narrated everything that happened, and the old monk stopped talking, and found a monk's robe for him to wear.

Not long after, Mrs. Yang brought her servants and maids to the temple to fulfill her vows, and Huien met that unreasonable young master again.

The young master saw a large mended monk's robe that didn't fit Hui En's body, so he couldn't help picking the patch and asked, "Hey, little monk, are you wearing a sack?"

Hui En calmly explained: "This is the monk's robe given to me by my senior brother. It is a bit old, but it is not a sack."

"Hahaha, the fabric is so poor, and even the stitches are so thick, why don't you say it's not a sack?" The little boy was amused, he pulled a patch on the sleeve of Monk Huien's robe and said while looking at it.

Hui En's face was filled with anger, and she planned to pull out her sleeves and leave without entanglement with him, but she didn't expect to hear a clear tearing sound when she exerted force.The young master glanced at the patch in his hand, and hurriedly threw it on the ground and raised his hands in a gesture of surrender: "It's none of my business, you are the one who insisted on tearing the sleeve over."

Hui En looked down at the monk's robe with a hole in it, without saying a word, when she raised her head, tears were already rolling in her eyes, the eyelashes fluttered slightly, and the teardrops rolled down one by one.

The young master panicked, bent down to pick up the patch and handed it to Hui En, and said in a low voice, "Don't cry, there's just a hole, just stick it on." Dongkou: "Look, it's all right." The ending of the sentence was carried away by the wind, and the patch that had just been patched fell to the ground again.Huien was even more sad.

Seeing the little monk crying aggrievedly, the young master had no choice but to say, "At worst, I will buy a new one for you. My father is a wealthy man in the town. Will he not be able to afford you a tattered monk's robe?"

"I don't want it, I want my monk's robe." Hui En, who had been silent for a long time, finally spoke.

The young master had an idea: "My mother's nunhong is very good, I'll take it and let her sew it up with you." Then he took off Hui En's monk robe, took it and ran away without saying a word, leaving Xia Huien shivered in the wind in the courtyard.

Mrs. Yang was sent out of the Buddhist hall by the abbot after the Buddha ceremony. Seeing Hui En sitting on the stone steps in the courtyard, she was sobbing secretly, and asked in a voice like a bell, "Hui En, where did your monk's robe go?"

Huien raised her little finger and pointed at the young master who was hiding behind Mrs. Yang and poking his head to watch the excitement, and said with a choked voice, "Return to Master, it was he who tore the disciple's monk's robe and took it away for his mother to mend." , has not yet been returned.”

"I didn't!" After the young master stood up and responded arrogantly, he asked his servant girl Ding sharply, "Which one of you saw me tearing his monk's robe and taking it away?"

When the abbot saw everyone, he said he hadn't seen them, and he was a little embarrassed, and asked, "Hui En, what are the four Buddhist precepts?"

"Four precepts against lying. But my apprentice never lied..." As he spoke, tears kept falling, but he still stubbornly pursed his lips so as not to let out a sob.

Madam Yang immediately knew that her youngest son was the cause of the trouble, she turned around and asked, "Xiaoyu, where did you get little master Huien's robe?"

"The child doesn't know!"

Madam Yang changed her amiable expression and grabbed the young master's ear: "Are you saying it or not?"

"Ah, it hurts, it hurts! Vegetable garden, the baby was thrown in the vegetable garden!"

Mrs. Yang felt a little embarrassed, and turned around to apologize: "I made the abbot laugh. This is Yang Xiaoyu, a dog. He usually does some teasing things. I will discipline him when I go back. As for the monk's robe of little master Huien, I will wear it tomorrow." Cloth Zhuang ordered some to be sent up the mountain, and I hope little master Hui En will not be offended, and the abbot will not refuse."

The monk's robes were delivered to the temple as promised, but Yang Xiaoyu always ran to the temple in the following days.

the first year……

"Little monk, little monk, let me show you something good!" Yang Xiaoyu pushed open the temple door with a creak.

Before Huien, who was sweeping the floor in the yard, could react, Yang Xiaoyu stuffed something into the skirt of his monk's robe, and pretended to be anxiously shouting: "Oh, I slipped my hand and accidentally let the little snake get in." Already!"

"Ah——" Huien was so frightened that she hurriedly tore open her skirt to look, but she couldn't see the little snake, so she stomped her feet anxiously.

"Little monk, you can't do this. You have to take off the monk's robe, otherwise it will drill deeper and deeper, and it will be troublesome if you get bitten." Yang Xiaoyu smothered his laughter and fanned the flames.

As expected, Hui En believed it, and was snatched away by Yang Xiaoyu as soon as she took off her monk robe.Seeing him shaking off his monk robe and running downhill triumphantly, Hui En knew that he had been fooled.It turned out there was nothing!

Before he could react what to do, the master came.

"Hui En, where is your monk's robe?"

the second year……

"Little monk, I'm here to bring you food." Yang Xiaoyu turned down from the temple wall.

"The eight precepts of Buddhism are clear and untimely food, and the monks don't eat it. Thank you for the kindness of the benefactor."

"Oh, don't rush to refuse." He said as he opened the lotus leaf hidden behind him, and a scent came to his nostrils.

Hui En looked at the roast chicken in the lotus leaf, turned around in a hurry, put her palms together and said "Amitabha" silently.

"Really don't want to eat it? This is the best roast chicken in the He family in the town. I specially asked my servants to buy it early."

"Amitabha, monks cannot eat meat."

"Really?" As soon as the words fell, Yang Xiaoyu smirked and stuffed the roast chicken into Hui En's arms.

Huien was flustered. Master said that food should not be wasted. Roasted chicken is considered food, so it was not a good thing to throw it away; oil stains were all over his body, and the smell of chicken wafted around his arms, and the smell of meat was stained on the monk's robe, so it was no good not to throw it away.He could only glared at Yang Xiaoyu who was laughing, and pushed the roast chicken into his arms.

"Hey, when did little master Huien eat meat behind his back? Hearing the smell of meat, tsk tsk tsk, I didn't expect little master Huien to be this kind of person." Yang Xiaoyu tore off a piece of chicken leg and ate it. Side joked.

"I do not have!"

"Look at the oil stains on your chest, and you still say there are no? I believe you, but your master and brothers don't believe it. Hahaha!"

"You!" Hui En glared at Yang Xiaoyu, her watery eyes stared like black grapes brought by the butler from his hometown.

Yang Xiaoyu pretended to be sad, shook his head and came forward and said, "It seems that little master Huien is going to take off his monk robe and wash it." Seeing Huien's face mixed with anger and disgust, Yang Xiaoyu started Do it: "How about I help little master take it off?"

Huien struggled to no avail, and Yang Xiaoyu stripped off her monk robe.Watching Yang Xiaoyu wrap the leftover roast chicken in his monk robe and go away, Huien's eyes filled with water again.

"Hui En, you lost your monk robe again?"

fourth year……

"Master Huien, you see that my archery skills have improved a lot!" Yang Xiaoyu climbed over the wall with a bow on his back and an arrow with a bird across it.

"Amitabha, it's a sin, why do you always kill?" Hui En, who was reading scriptures under the tree, frowned and preached.

Yang Xiaoyu shook the arrow in his hand, and the wings and feet of the dead bird on the arrow shook stiffly with his movements.He handed the dead bird to Hui En: "Hey, hey, look, it's not dead yet!"

Hui En turned her head to the side with a disgusted face, and closed her eyes tightly: "Amitabha, keep it far away!"

Yang Xiaoyu refused, and wiped the dead bird's blood on Hui En's robe, and pretended to be surprised when it was over: "Master Hui En, did you kill a living being? Amitabha, it's a sin."

"You!" Hui En looked at the bright red blood on the monk's robe, and her anger overwhelmed her grief.

Yang Xiaoyu immediately greeted him with a smile and took off Hui En's monk robe: "Come, come, I'll help you take off!"

"Let go! I don't want you to wash!" Huien struggled.

to no avail.Only the thin underwear was left on the body.

"Hui En, Mr. Yang is here again?"

In this way, Yang Xiaoyu would go up the mountain to harass Huien every now and then, even after he entered a private school, he would go to the temple whenever he saw a gap, and every time he would find trouble in different ways, and after stripping Huien's monk robe, he would give it to him again. Several sets of new ones.

How many years...

"Hui En!" Yang Xiaoyu came back in Xiao Langxuan's posture.

As soon as she heard Yang Xiaoyu's voice, Huien ran into the meditation room and closed the door tightly: "Stay away from me!"

"Oh, why don't you do this? Did your master teach you how to keep pilgrims away all these years?" Yang Xiaoyu laughed outside the meditation room, playing with the fan in his hand.

Hui En angrily scolded: "What kind of pilgrim are you?"

"Hui En, you are wrong to say that. You open the door. I won't take off your monk's robe today. I'm going to go out with my father. I'm afraid I won't come back in three to five months. I came here to say goodbye to you. Yes." Yang Xiaoyu said while pinning the fan on his waist.

Hui En's voice softened a little: "Leave if you want, no one will keep you, why say goodbye?"

"Is this true? Then I can go, don't you miss me."

"...What do you want? If you don't come, I can't ask for it." After Hui En heard no movement outside the door, she leaned on the door and listened for a while, and then opened the door a crack to make sure the person had left.

Seeing the opportunity, Yang Xiaoyu pushed open the wooden door of the meditation room and closed it, pressing Huien on it, cutting his hands behind his back, leaning into his ear and asking, "I don't think so?"

Hui En vainly tried to break free, and scolded angrily: "I don't want to! Yang Xiaoyu, let me go!"

"Called benefactor! Did your master teach you for nothing?" Yang Xiaoyu used all his strength to hold Hui En tightly.

Huien was in pain: "Don't take off my monk's robe again!"

"Don't talk about the monk's robe, if you are aggressive, I will strip you naked, and I won't leave you with a single piece of clothing!" Yang Xiaoyu said, biting Hui En's red ear.

"Ah! What are you doing!" Hui En screamed, but she was imprisoned and unable to move.

Yang Xiaoyu smirked: "Tsk, it was fun when I was a child, cute and easy to bully with a soft and soft look, and now it's getting more and more fierce. Are you doing the same to your master and brothers? It doesn't seem to be the case?"

"That's because they never take my clothes off! Unlike you! Let me go, it hurts..." Hui En twisted her shoulders.

Yang Xiaoyu let him go, looking like a playboy, seeing him kneading his wrist, he staggered over and asked tentatively, "Did it hurt you?"

Hui En stepped back vigilantly: "You, don't come here!"

Yang Xiaoyu pulled out the fan at his waist and flung it away to catch the cold, raised his eyebrows and said, "Why are you so afraid of me? I won't eat you."

"Then you bit me just now?"

"Uh, well, that's why I couldn't hold back for a while..." Yang Xiaoyu swallowed, and he couldn't even tell what he couldn't hold back for a while.

Facts proved that Yang Xiaoyu did not lie, he did go on a long trip with his father and two elder brothers, and this trip lasted half a year.

At first, when Yang Xiaoyu didn't come, Huien seemed to be at peace, but after a long time, she couldn't help feeling a little worried.So he took advantage of the opportunity when the prison monastery arranged for his brothers to go down the mountain to practice, and they went down the mountain to ask Yang's family.

It's been seven days since he stayed in the town for alms, and he visited Yang's mansion on the last day. The housekeeper of the Yang family told Hui En that the head of the Yang family said in a letter that he was on his way back to the mansion, and it might take a few more days to arrive.Huien was a little disappointed, and was about to go back to the mountain when a group of beggars surrounded a lost dog with a broken leg, as if they wanted to slaughter it to satisfy their hunger.

"Amitabha, my Buddha is merciful. Donors, please let it go. The poor monk will give you all the things that have been transformed, okay?" Huien stepped forward to stop it.

"Where is the poor monk? Who wants your broken steamed buns, go, don't get in the way of the brothers!" The leading beggar pushed Huien away, raised his crutches and smashed it at the mourning house. Canine head.

"Tsk, my little monk still likes to meddle so much. It's really troublesome." Yang Xiaoyu, who was standing not far away and watching the whole situation, sighed secretly, and raised his voice to stop when it was urgent: "Wait!"

The beggars looked at Yang Xiaoyu after hearing the sound, and he continued: "Tsk, don't be so rude to the monks, isn't it just a dog, even if it is slaughtered, each of you won't get a few pieces of meat. Take the money and go away!" , let me see your idea of ​​hitting this dog again, or I will not be polite." He said and threw a bag of broken silver at the beggar leader Liu Laizi.

"Hey, yes, your lesson is, thank you, Young Master Yang, if we meet this dog in the future, we brothers will walk around and never make trouble." Liu Zizi nodded and bowed to Yang Xiaoyu, and turned around when he saw that he didn't respond. to go.

As he walked, he weighed the purse in the eyes of all the beggars, and just said "Young Master Yang is very generous", when he was stopped.

"and many more!"

Limp Liu immediately turned around and bowed flatteringly and asked, "What else do you want, young master?"

"You pushed that little master just now, right?" Yang Xiaoyu asked sternly, looking at Liu Laizi with his hands behind his back.

Lame Liu bent over and turned his head to look at Hui En who was standing aside from his messy hair, and immediately slapped himself: "Hey, look at me, I'm short-sighted, I'll pay my little master " After finishing speaking, he stuffed the money bag into the skirt of his clothes, walked up to Hui En, bowed and said: "The little one has eyes but no pearls, offended the master, and I hope the master will give the little one a way to survive."

Huien was at a loss for a while, and looked at Yang Xiaoyu.Yang Xiaoyu waved his hand: "Little master is compassionate, he doesn't care about you like you, why don't you get out?"

"Yes, yes." After speaking, he ran away.

Only then did Hui En think of the lost dog, and when she turned around to look, it had already disappeared.

Yang Xiaoyu was displeased, and stepped forward to block Hui En's sight: "Why don't you look at me? Do you miss me, or am I not as good as a dog in Master's eyes?"

"Didn't you say it will take a few more days to get home?" Huien looked up at Yang Xiaoyu.

"Father and elder brother are too slow. I couldn't wait, so I rushed back. I didn't expect that I just went home, changed my clothes and went out to look for you, and I met such a hero to save the beauty, haha!"

Hui En didn't say a word, but she was actually very happy in her heart.

Seeing that Hui En was silent, Yang Xiaoyu reached out to wrap his arms around his shoulder.Hui En flashed her body: "What are you doing?!"

"Tsk, don't be so fierce as a monk! How can you be gentle with others and be fierce to me?" Yang Xiaoyu said and started to approach Huien again: "Huien, you finally went down the mountain and went to my house to have a meal. How about fasting? My mother worships Buddha all the year round and will treat you well."

Hui En straightened her monk's robes and said disapprovingly: "Master and my uncle Jiansi allowed me and other brothers to go down the mountain to practice for seven days, now the time has come, I have to go back, don't delay."

"Oh, it seems that you really don't want me, and I was in a hurry to come back to see you after such a long journey..." Yang Xiaoyu muttered softly.After a while, the eyeballs turned into bad ideas, and he rubbed his abdomen and said, "Oh, it's been a tiring journey, and I don't have any appetite. It was just that group of beggars reminded me that dog meat is a delicious appetizer! Tsk, no I know if the dog has run away...Fortunately, the dog doesn't seem to have any legs, so it shouldn't have run far. I should go back and bring a few servants to look for it. It should be too late..."

As soon as Yang Xiaoyu said that, he walked towards Yang's mansion. As soon as he took a step, he felt that his sleeves were not in control. Looking back, it turned out that Hui En was holding him back.He laughed and said, "What's the matter? Master isn't in a hurry to go back to the mountain?"

"Can you...don't eat it? Since you've already saved it, why are you trying to get it back?" Huien asked weakly.

Yang Xiaoyu was secretly happy, this is what his young monk should look like.But he still deliberately put on a troubled look on his face, smacked his lips and said, "Then what should I eat to appetize? Hey, Hui En, you are really too, I have already decided whether to eat dog meat roasted or boiled, You're embarrassing me so much..."

"Vegetable tofu, stir-fried bamboo shoots... many dishes can be appetizing."

"You don't understand me now, I only have two kinds of appetizers—" He leaned closer to Hui En's ear and continued: "Dog meat, and you."

Hui En blushed, shook her sleeves and left angrily.

"Are you not worried about that dog?" Yang Xiaoyu looked at Hui En's back and asked loudly.Seeing that Hui En didn't respond, she shook her head and sneered: "What a trouble!" As he spoke, he tucked the folding fan behind his neck, lifted up his robe and pinned it to his belt, and strode forward to pull Hui En's arm over his shoulders.

Hui En was startled at first, and then she was full of embarrassment: "What are you doing!"

Yang Xiaoyu tightly hugged Hui En's waist: "If you are fierce, I will strip you naked and put you here!" As expected, Hui En kept silent, but her face was so ashamed and angry that she was about to bleed.Yang Xiaoyu glanced sideways at Hui En, smiled and freed up a hand to open the folding fan to cover his head and face.

This place is not far from Yang's mansion, but most of the roadside peddlers like to join in the fun when they have nothing to do. Seeing the young master of the Yang family carrying a man whose face he couldn't see clearly back home, they all started discussing.Yang Xiaoyu stopped in his tracks, cast a sharp look at them, and asked sharply, "What are you looking at? Haven't you seen a girl being robbed?!" The peddlers all lowered their heads and pretended they didn't see anything.

"What kind of girl, she's obviously a nun, I can even see her bald head." A man selling rouge whispered to the peddler at the neighboring stall.

"I thought he was a monk." The vegetable seller also joined in.

"Isn't that a monk? I just saw a group of people making trouble at the other end of the alley." A woman carrying a basket in front of the meat stall responded.

"Isn't the lady of the Yang family eating fast and worshiping the Buddha all the year round? Why do you have an enmity with the monk?"

"Maybe the little monk went to Yang's house to do things with dirty hands and feet, took things from the master's house, and was taken back."

"..."

Yang Xiaoyu was a little tired when he carried the struggling Hui En home, the door boy hurriedly opened the door when he saw the young master came back, and bumped into the butler head-on. "Young master? Why are you back? Isn't this Master Huien?"

"Uncle Yang, make room for me! I'm exhausted!" After speaking, he went straight to the room, kicked open the door and threw Hui En onto the bed. "Phew... I told you not to move, you are biased! Are you trying to exhaust me to death?"

Hui En hurriedly got up and straightened her robes.

Yang Xiaoyu poured a few glasses of water and drank it down, raised his eyebrows and smirked: "Don't take care of it, anyway, I'm going to take it off soon."

"Ah?" Huien felt that something was wrong, and immediately turned and ran towards the door.

Unexpectedly, Yang Xiaoyu was one step faster than him, turned around, raised his slender legs, kicked the door shut, and embraced Hui En into his arms.

"What are you doing? Let go of me, Yang Xiaoyu!"

Seeing Huien struggling needlessly, Yang Xiaoyu licked his lips: "Tsk, didn't you say that? Don't be so fierce as a monk. I only have two appetizers. You let one go. I have no choice, my little one." Monk."

"I haven't seen you in half a year. You really don't want me? If you don't want to, why do you go down the mountain for seven days and go to my Yang Mansion every day to inquire about my return date? I heard that you copied the wrong scriptures every now and then, and you were restless in the morning class, so you suffered badly." Less punishment, but because I am in front of the Buddha and my heart is in my place?" Yang Xiaoyu continued to whisper in Huien's ear: "Could it be that Master Huien fell in love with me?"

"Nonsense!" Xu was a little tired from breaking free, and Hui En's breath was obviously unstable.He also said: "I am a Buddhist, how can I be emotional with you, a disciple? Let me go! Otherwise, I will call someone!"

"Hahaha, this is my house, who are you calling? Master Huien, don't want to talk about Buddhism one by one, enter my lovesickness door, and know that I am suffering from lovesickness. You are not emotional, and I am already in deep trouble." Yang Xiaoyu blurted out affectionate words, Hui En seemed to lose all strength in an instant, and collapsed in his arms.

He tried to kiss Hui En, but Hui En turned his head and refused.Breathing out slightly, the voice was so soft that only each other could hear: "You and I are both men..."

"What's the problem? In the Spring and Autumn Period, Wei Linggong and Mi Zixia shared peaches and ate them. In the Western Han Dynasty, Emperor Ai cut off Dong Xian's clothes and sleeves. Why not you and me? Since we are in love, don't care about the difference between men and women!" Yang Xiaoyu Generously said what was in his heart, then leaned weakly on Hui En's neck, and asked cautiously: "I just don't know if you would like to..."

Hui En looked down at the hand wrapped around her waist, seemingly displeased: "You have taken off my monk's robe for several years, and you still want to renege on your debt?"

A trace of unconcealable joy flashed across Yang Xiaoyu's deeply locked brows, he raised his head and begged in vain, "That's not counted, every time I keep saying that I want to strip you naked, but I can't bear it, I left you a shirt, it's cheap I miss you. As the saying goes, 'a gentleman can never follow a word', this time I will do what I say..."

As he spoke, he carried Hui En back to the bed with his backhand, and untied the monk's robe with hot kisses.Half an hour ago, he had reprimanded the beggar Liu Laizi "don't be so rude to the monk", and now he bullied the monk under him.

"You don't want me?" Yang Xiaoyu asked with all his strength, pulling away Huien's arm that was blocking his face.

Huien was in pain: "I want to..."

"How much do you think? Is it the kind of thinking of 'one day is like three autumns' or the kind of thinking of 'the belt is getting wider and I will never regret it, and I will make people haggard for me'?"

"Hmm... Entering my lovesickness door, you will know that my lovesickness is painful... Slow down..."

"Do you still want to kill me?"

"Fierce... ah-no, not fierce..."

"Are you emotional?"

"..." Hui En's eyes were filled with tears, her chest heaved wantonly, and she remained silent.

Yang Xiaoyu turned over and lay down, put Hui En on his waist, supported his thin waist, and Hui En, who was already exhausted, was at Yang Xiaoyu's mercy.Yang Xiaoyu suddenly let go when Hui En's eyes were lost, and Hui En, who sat down, gasped suddenly: "Ah——"

"Master Hui En, please keep your voice down, there are quite a few people at home." Yang Xiaoyu smiled triumphantly, lifted Hui En's waist and lowered it: "Are you emotional?"

Hui En's trembling voice was already mixed with crying: "I'm emotional...um...it's too deep...you're not emotional...I'm already in deep..."

Happy together, a charming room.