Same polarity does not repel

Living in the monastery with Bailong is quite comfortable.After getting to know each other for a long time, I realized that Bailong is indeed not a talkative person, which made Yue Qinghe feel very relieved.

The two of them usually read a book and draw a picture without disturbing each other. They are calm but have an invisible tacit understanding. Even if no one talks all day, they don't feel embarrassed.

During the period, Bai Xuanfeng asked several times to come and take a look, but Bai Long always refused.He claimed that the monastery is a place away from the hustle and bustle, and the presence of irrelevant people will disrupt the aura, so that he can recover from his injuries and return to work in the company after the New Year.

A week passed in the blink of an eye.

After being treated by monk Daozhen, Bailong finally didn't have to hold on to the wall to walk like a cripple. Although his movement was still quite slow, he was able to come and go freely.

Every afternoon when the weather was fine, Yue Qinghe would take Bailong for a walk around the ancient temple to help him recover, and at the same time enjoy the tranquility of the temple.

Whenever they took a walk, they could always hear the sound of chanting sutras from different meditation rooms.What made Bailong particularly interesting was that Yue Qinghe could always hear what they were chanting, and could recite along with them from time to time, which made Bailong laugh more than once.

This afternoon, Yue Qinghe came back from shopping at the market and wanted to go out with Bailong again, but when he entered the hut, he found Bailong asleep on the couch.

Yue Qinghe smiled slightly. He knew that it would take a lot of physical strength and energy to repair the injured spine and internal organs.Don't look at Bailong's constant saying that it's okay, it's probably just holding on.

Putting down the things in his hands, Yue Qinghe walked to the side of the couch, sat gently on the edge, and looked down at the sleeping Bailong.

Breathing shallowly, Bailong's chest rose and fell slightly, and his closed eyes made his entire face look serene and innocent.People always say that a person's sleeping face is the purest and most angelic. Indeed, Yue Qinghe couldn't take his eyes off after staring at him for a long time.

He raised his hand and stretched forward slowly, wanting to touch Bailong's face.Feeling a little apprehensive, as he approached each other inch by inch, his own heartbeat also accelerated.

However, just when the palm was about to cover Bailong's cheek, he still sighed, and suddenly withdrew the sinful hand.

Yue Qinghe, who gave up halfway, took the next best thing, holding Bai Longlu's hand that was exposed outside the quilt.

He gently held Bailong, feeling the other's body temperature.Yue Qinghe no longer cared about his own attitude, he did whatever he thought in his heart, he just wanted to seize this moment capriciously.

Sitting in this posture for a long time, Bailong's body trembled slightly.Yue Qinghe was slightly taken aback, let go of his hands reluctantly, and stared at the lying person.Just before standing up, he lowered his head and placed a very light kiss on the back of Bailong's hand.

Yue Qinghe quietly left the hut to boil water outside.

In the room, Bai Long was left blankly, opened his eyes, and touched his hand.

Bailong slept very lightly at all, and Yue Qinghe woke up as soon as he sat next to him.Originally, he didn't really want to pretend to be asleep, but the other party's behavior was too shocking, and he didn't have the courage to open his eyes at that time.

So, Mr. Yue just now... what does that mean?

Bai Long felt that he was more than a little confused.

When he went to see Monk Daozhen for the fourth time, Bailong went by himself.

"The blood stasis from the internal injury has been cleaned up, and the position of the spine has returned to normal. All that remains is to wait for the bones to recover." Monk Daozhen put his palm on Bailong's back, and his luck smoothed his blood. "The plaster should be applied continuously. It can help your body recover, and it will take at least twenty days.”

"Should I stay here for another 20 days?" White Dragon asked.

"No. You can leave tomorrow and return to Tiandu." Monk Daozhen replied, "The pain in the wound will last for a while, and light exercise can relieve it. Qinghe knows other things, and he will tell you."

"Thank you, Monk Daozhen." Bailong was finally able to kneel down and thank him.

"Amitabha, you don't need to thank you." Bailong often heard the second half of this sentence from a disciple of monk Daozhen. At this time, the old monk said it with an indescribable kindness.

"Monk Daozhen, can I ask a question?" Bailong suddenly raised his head and asked.

"But it's okay to say." Monk Daozhen said kindly.

"I want to ask, what kind of person is Qing He...?" Bai Long asked, "You have watched Qing He from childhood to adulthood, you must know what kind of person he is?"

"It was more than [-] years ago since I was a child. Shouldn't the people who understand him best be the people who get along with him day and night?" Monk Daozhen looked into Bailong's eyes.

"But..." But I just don't understand.Bailong moved forward unwillingly.

"Qinghe is a kind-hearted and intelligent child. He can see through the world and stay in it without losing his Zen mind. Qinghe's cultivation is in the world of mortals. He will suffer and struggle. If someone can accompany him, he will be able to Be his greatest help." Monk Daozhen closed his eyes and turned the beads in his hand, "It's hard to force the fate, everything should go with the flow."

After the monk Daozhen finished speaking, he did not open his eyes again, and practiced meditation.

Bailong thanked him again, picked up a large bag of plasters on the ground and walked out.

Outside the inner hall, the wind is sunny and sunny, and the winter sun looks particularly bright on the snow.

Several young monks were sweeping the snow with big brooms, Bailong saw a five or six-year-old boy with hairy hair among them, probably a so-called lay disciple.Seeing him wearing a gray cassock squatting next to a big stove to pass hot water to the passing monks, Bailong couldn't help smiling: Come to think of it, Yue Qinghe must have been like this when he was a child.

I really wish I could see Yue Qinghe's young appearance, Bai Long thought to himself.The current temperament may also be attributed to staying in the monastery. The little children eat fast and chant scriptures with the monk every day, and the incense in the Buddhist hall is burned deep into their bones.

"Are you back?" Hearing the sound of the door being pushed, Yue Qinghe put down the book in his hand.

"Monk Daozhen said that my injury has almost healed, and I can go home tomorrow." Bai Long said.

"Just in time, the Lantern Festival will be in two days, and the Spring Festival will be over soon." Yue Qinghe nodded, "How do you feel? Does it still hurt?"

"It hurts, but it's much better than before." Bailong replied, "It's just that I feel a little reluctant to leave here, as if I want to return to reality from a paradise."

"If you have the heart, you can find paradise everywhere." Yue Qinghe smiled.

The next morning, the two of them packed up the hut and went to the inner hall of the temple to say goodbye to monk Daozhen, then left the ancient temple and returned to Tiandu.

When Yue Qinghe drove the car to Bailong's house, Bailong saw his parents and Bai Xuanfeng's car parked downstairs at a glance.

"No way... Are you afraid that I'm really disabled?" Bai Long held his forehead and looked at Yue Qinghe helplessly, "Can you take me to your house?"

"It's not right." Yue Qinghe shook his head, "They are just worried about you, so let's go home quickly."

Bailong sighed dejectedly.

It's not that I don't hate the concern of the elders, but I feel tired mentally when I think of those nagging reminders and a lot of questions.

"Then can you accompany me home?"

"I... I'm afraid I'll disturb your parents."

"Oh, why is this? It's really troublesome." Bailong sighed again, "Okay, then I'm leaving."

"If you are willing..." Yue Qinghe suddenly spoke impulsively.

"What?" Bailong heard the clue.

"Lantern Festival... come to my house?" Yue Qinghe raised his eyes secretly, hesitating.

"Okay, of course!" Bai Long finally smiled, "Then it's settled, I'll go home now, goodbye."

Bailong happily jumped out of the car and waved to Yue Qinghe.

The Lantern Festival is basically the end of the Spring Festival, and everyone in Tiandu is trying their best to push the lively atmosphere to the highest point.

That night, Yue Qinghe prepared glutinous rice balls at home, and Bailong also brought the bamboo lanterns he made himself.

The two went to see the light show together.Compared with all the "mortals", Yue Qinghe was really good at guessing lantern riddles, and took away all the prizes.But in the end, he only left a bunch of candied haws, and the rest were recovered by Bailong.

Bailong had a great time, very happy.Not because they went to such an interesting place, but because the person who accompanied him was finally willing to laugh.

In fact, Yue Qinghe has always been smiling, no matter what time, he can always see him with a smile on the corner of his mouth.It's just that those smiles in the past were very standard, the more you smile, the farther and colder the distance will feel.

But now it's different, Bailong can gradually feel Yue Qinghe's warmth, a man of flesh and blood gradually emerges under his gentle and elegant appearance, and finally has feelings with every frown and smile.

Bailong didn't forget the kiss left on his hand in the ancient temple, but at this moment, he didn't want to think about it, he didn't dare to ask extravagantly.

I don't know when, Yue Qinghe has changed from a reliance to a belief in his heart. There is no reason or reason, Bai Long thought, as long as he can see him smiling like this all the time.