reborn dandy

At noon, there were very few pilgrims at the altar. Two young novice monks silently cleaned the snow in the courtyard and did their duty. The Jue tree outside the west wall was specially used to hang red cannons. , piled up a red pistil.

The strong smell of incense made Luo Yu dizzy, he avoided to the clean place on the left, one of them didn't pay attention, and almost collided with the woman who came to offer incense.The woman wears light blue coarse cloth clothes, her hair is coiled into a ball and fixed with a wooden hairpin, she has not applied any powder or daisy, but her gestures are graceful, and she has a basket of incense candles on her arm.

Because of dodging, a few sticks of incense fell from the basket, Luo Yu bent down to pick them up, handed them back to her, and asked with a smile: "Madam also come to the temple to pray?"

When he met Han Donglin in the morning, he expected to come with Mrs. Han, and sure enough.

At this time, Mrs. Han is still young, and Xu Niang's posture is gentle and amiable at first glance. She is not as fierce as she was back then, with thorns all over her body. The miserable years have made her bitter and mean, and she is very difficult to get along with.She hated Luo Yu the most, to the point that when Luo Yu was down and down, she didn't even ridicule and ridicule him, and let the general's mansion have nothing to do with him, the most ruthless and most effective means.

In fact, it was Luo Yu's own fault. No one could forgive him for the immoral things he did.

"Yes, I didn't have time before, so I came here to burn incense at the end of the first month." Mrs. Han said kindly, she had a good impression of this handsome young man in front of her. Judging by the clothes, she guessed that she was from an official family, but she spoke very kindly, "Little official Did you come by yourself, or with your family?"

Her lips are pale, her complexion is haggard and tired, her body is not in good condition, and she often falls ill.

"The one who came with grandma, please pay homage to the Bodhisattva on the way, and bless me with success in the competition." Luo Yu said.

"Competition? The little official is a student of Yingtian Academy?" She put down the basket and smiled, seeing that Luo Yu was about the same age as her son, maybe she knew her well.

"Exactly."

"It's fate, the dog is also from Yingtian Academy," Mrs. Han said, just when Han Donglin appeared, she pointed to the introduction, "The one in Tsing Yi at the gate of the hall is." After finishing speaking, she waved and called softly, "Donglin, come here."

It was too late to quit, Han Donglin frowned and stared at the wet ground where the snow had just been shoveled, he lingered, he had a grudge in his heart, and deliberately didn't want to get close to Luo Yu, but forced by Mrs. Han's repeated calls, he settled down and walked slowly Move over.

"Mother." He peeked out of the corner of his eye, only to see the Liuyun Baifu jade swaying, and the red jade tassels swayed, raised his eyes, and bumped into the other's deep pupils. For some reason, he felt embarrassed, but he couldn't He moved his eyes away.

"It's very gentle." Mrs. Han said to him, "This little official is in the same academy as you, and he has also entered the competition of the day after tomorrow. You should talk to someone quickly. He is so boring that he doesn't even know how to say hello."

Before he could open his mouth, Luo Yu broke the siege first, "Auntie, Donglin and I are classmates, a student in the training hall, and we are familiar with each other." He climbed up the pole, calling his aunt dearly, and hanging his eyes slightly Mou, squinting at him, paused maliciously, "I've seen it outside before."

Han Donglin's face sank immediately, he probably didn't expect him to say this, his mind was full of the fragrant, shameful scene, and his ears were blushing.

Luo Yu looked at him strangely, in front of the main hall, the old lady bid farewell to Master Yunkong who was holding a Buddhist bead.

"My grandmother is out, so I won't disturb my aunt to offer incense. I will visit your mansion some other day when I am free."

Mrs. Han nodded, she was very sweet, and when he walked away, she lightly reprimanded Han Donglin for not knowing etiquette, took out a joss stick and asked him to help light it.

At this time, the hall bell rang three times, and Hong Yuan's bell rang through the silent hilltop at noon. It struck Han Donglin's heart again and again. His heart trembled, he was stunned, and forgot to move.

Mrs. Han had no choice but to light incense herself, and muttered: "You child, why are you restless today?"

Soon, all the monks who finished their fast returned to the hall, and the number of pilgrims on the altar gradually increased.

Time in the mountains always flies very fast. After listening to the scriptures for two hours, it was almost the same time when the hall was finished. Mrs. Han went down the mountain with her acquaintances, while Han Donglin stayed in the temple. Living in a Buddhist temple in the old customs can cleanse the filth and bring blessings. Mrs. Han It is not easy for a female relative to stay overnight, so let him stay.

There are many pilgrims in the first month, and the guest rooms are full every day. He lives in the last room on the left. There is a big weeping willow planted in front of the room. When you open the window, you can see the yellow-brown tree trunk and the vermilion courtyard wall. Other scenery.

He unpacked his luggage, put away his clothes, took out his book and sat in front of the window to study, and before he knew it, it was half past midnight, reading for a long time made him a little dizzy, and suddenly, through the gap between the willow tree trunk and the red wall, he seemed to see Luo Yu's shadow, I thought it was a hallucination, and I looked again, it was all white snow, there was no one, I was afraid I was confused by reading.

In an instant, I lost the interest in continuing to review the book.

After closing the book, he straightened his clothes and went to the dining hall for dinner.

In fact, it was already past meal time, and I only had two cold steamed buns.

He went back to his room against the cold wind, and just walked into the courtyard, he saw the light on in his room, he remembered turning off the light when he went out, could it be that some master was there?

Entering the door in doubt, a bright red figure in the room noticed him coming, the man turned around, joy flashed in his eyes, but he pretended to hold back his expression and pretended to be surprised: "There is no room in the guest room, Master Yongzhen said that there is a man of similar age here." Yes, you arranged for me here, and it was you."

Han Donglin's expression was very exciting in an instant, he pursed his lips and frowned, and did not respond.

Luo Yu opened her eyes and couldn't understand the cold face of others, she leaned back on the chair limply, looked up at the sky, and said in her mouth: "Look at the sky, it was quite bright just now, but in a blink of an eye it's darkened like this, It's going to snow."

The door was not closed, Han Donglin sat down by the window and read the book without saying a word.

Luo Yu babbled and shut up wisely.

The dim yellow light in the house was flickering, the wick burned to the kerosene level, and the red and yellow fireworks suddenly turned purple and blue. He picked up the bamboo piece and flicked the wick, and the flame danced and turned red and yellow again.

As he said, soon, fine snowflakes flew down from the eaves, fluttered, flew into the window, slowly fell on Han Donglin's books and hands, and then melted away.In a short while, the light snow turned into a goose feather heavy snow, wandering around and flying around, the desk was almost completely covered by snow.

With a bang, Luo Yu closed the window for him, Han Donglin muttered, and was about to say something when someone came.

Master Yongzhen hugged a heavy quilt and two warm cotton-padded clothes. It was especially cold at night on the mountain, so they wore less cold clothes. He apologized to Han Donglin, but the rooms in the temple were full. He was a classmate, and Han Donglin was not there at the time, so Luo Yu was arranged in this room in advance.

Naturally, Han Donglin couldn't say much, took the cotton-padded quilt, thanked him, chatted with Master Yongzhen for a while, sent him to the gate of the courtyard, returned to the guest room, and sat upright to read a book.

"It's so cold, do you still want to review the book? Let's read it tomorrow." Luo Yu said kindly, wrapped tightly in the cotton coat, huddled up in a ball, bitingly cold, with stiff fingers, sitting and reading must be a pain.

Han Donglin still didn't answer, and straightened his back, as if he couldn't feel the chill of enduring bone erosion.

It was enough for Luo Yu to put his hot face on his cold butt, knowing that this person was conflicted, so he stopped bothering him, took off his shirt, and got into the bed.He lay face outwards, the mattress and quilt were soft and comfortable, extremely relaxed, tossing and turning comfortably, fussing endlessly, tired, and fell into a sleepy sleep.

In the middle of the night, the lights dimmed and flickered, and the oil lamp buzzed. After a few breaths of time, the room could not be seen, the oil lamp burned out, and the fire went out.

Han Donglin originally planned to read all night, but now he is so dark that he can't read anymore, and he is very irritable, he didn't read much content at all, the person on the bed slept soundly, turning over from time to time.

He struggled for a long time, finally put down the book, took off his shoes and clothes lightly, and got under the warm quilt.

Xu Shi was blown by the wind when he lifted the quilt, and Luo Yu, who was in his sleep, groaned and moved, and hugged his cold body tightly, breathing all the soothing breath on his sensitive neck.

Han Donglin was so frightened that his whole body became stiff, panicked and overwhelmed, his heart was about to jump out of his chest, his head was dizzy and his throat was tight, he wanted to push him away, but he was afraid of waking him up, that would be so embarrassing.So he was stiff, motionless, straight like a wooden stick, not daring to close his eyes, at some point, the hands on his waist slipped off, and he moved out desperately, half of his back was exposed outside the quilt, although he was shivering from the cold, but A lot of peace of mind.

The snow was falling outside the house, and the yard was paved thickly. After tossing for most of the night, he was really tired. Once he relaxed, the drowsiness was unstoppable. His eyelids were heavy, and he finally fell asleep.

At the age of desire and longing, there will always be some fantasy in the dream for no reason. In the dream, the curtain is drooping, the veil is swaying, and in a trance, a thin person is riding on his lap, hooking his neck, rubbing his ears and temples , smiled softly, his eyes were very blurry, he couldn't see the appearance of that person, he only vaguely felt familiar.

He was terrified and wanted to escape, but the nightmare was entangled. The censer was red tented, the room was filled with spring breeze, and the fragrant and colorful begonias were in full bloom outside the house, opening up a boundless red sea, which was brilliant and gorgeous.

The author has something to say:

In response to the word count requirements of the list, the word count will be suppressed, and will not be updated tomorrow (8.18) and Monday (8.20), and will be updated as usual at other times.In addition, once again, I have the cheek to ask everyone to collect it. If I don’t have a collection, I don’t dare to publish the manuscript, okay~