Battle for Rebirth

Jiang Huanhua didn't have a name at first.

The mother-in-law who raised him single-handedly touched his head when she was old, and left him a small shop and his name.

The name of the store is his name.

Jiang Huanhua lived in Yonghe Town. After his mother-in-law died, a matchmaker also came to intervene. He touched his empty heart with a wry smile and shook his head.After the only person he cared about died, this small shop became his only sustenance.After several declines, although this handsome young man was always gentle and refined, the number of matchmakers gradually decreased, and finally no one asked him if he wanted to be with the woman he was looking for for the rest of his life.

When Jiang Huanhua was young, he also heard the story of the monk Ruyi Jianghu beheading villains. He also fantasized that he would also join the sect and become a monk who defied the sky and changed his fate.It's a pity that he doesn't even have a spiritual root, so he can only dream of Xiao Xiang's dream.

Not far from them is a sect called Tianmen Sect, which is the most famous sect in their dynasty. It is said that two Mahayana monks came out there, and they are immortals with the same life span as the sky.Jiang Huanhua thought, what would he do if he had such a long life.If he is the only one left in this world, and the familiar and intimate people are gradually passing away, then it is no wonder that he is not crazy.So he also likes his short but satisfying time, and he can meet him in the future.

Jiang Huanhua's shop barely maintained his life. When there were no diners, he would sit in front of the door and read a novel describing monks.The book was so long that he read it for a long time, and he even thought it would never be the same as the last book.

When he turned to the last page, he felt a little lost. The protagonist has his destination, but it's not like he hasn't been able to find anyone who makes him fall in love.

It was also the season when the sky was full of safflowers. When Jiang Huanhua was staring at the words in the book in a daze, someone walked up to him.

When he recalled it, he still felt that the sound was due to the strong aroma of the brewed spirits.

"Do you have a bowl of wontons in your shop?"

Jiang Huanhua raised her head. Under the gentle light, under the hat of a man in black was a face stained with blood and scars. His hand was tightly grasping a sword.Jiang Huanhua noticed the jade plaque pinned to his waist. He knew that only the Tianmen sect could make such a beautiful plaque out of intact green jade.

This was the first time he saw Lin Xiao. Before he could answer, the other party plunged into his arms, and the heartbeat under his broad chest was slow and heavy.

Jiang Huanhua dragged him back to his room, carefully avoiding those wounds, and cleaned the blood-stained face, revealing a resolute and steady face.For the first time, he felt his heart beating violently, and his emotions slowly recovered.

After inviting a doctor to take care of him for three days, the seriously injured Lin Xiao finally woke up. His sword was placed beside the bed, and he could feel the icy arc of the sword when he touched it.

And Jiang changed flowers, filled a bowl of wontons, and watched the monk quietly finish it.

The monk had loose black and long hair, and his chiseled face was full of smiles, "Thank you, little lady, for saving me. Lin has nothing to repay."

Half of Jiang Huanhua's fair face turned red. He hadn't spoken for a long time, and he spoke again jerky and hoarse.

"I'm not a little lady."

"Then how about a promise from Lin?"

"..." Jiang Huanhua looked at the tall monk in front of him seriously with his big eyes, and said cowardly, "I'm short of a lady boss."

He fell in love with this stranger immediately at the first glance, for this reason he had a human breath in his heart.

The monk laughed loudly, and he pinched Jiang Huanhua's pale and tender cheeks, "I still have important matters to deal with, and Lin will come back in a month."

"How can I find you if you don't come back?"

"Lin will never break his promise." The monk stood up, took out a jade pendant from his bosom, and handed it to Jiang Huanhua, "Hey, this is a family heirloom of Lin. Young lady, please take good care of it."

The monk left, leaving Jiang Huanhua blushing and whispering, "...I'm not a little lady."

As expected, the monk did not break his promise, but he did not become Jiang Huanhua's proprietress.He came to pick up the jade pendant, ate a bowl of wonton at his place, and left in a hurry.

Jiang Huanhua looked at the tall trees not far away, and when the wind blew, the red flowers that fell down covered the ground.He stood there in a daze, waiting for the unrestrained monk to stop by him, smiling and begging for a bowl of wontons.

Whenever it was late at night, Jiang Huanhua stared at the palm of her hand, the line deep in the palm was short and thin.The fortune teller once said that he would not live to be 25 years old, but now he is 24 years old, and he wants to be able to get along with that monk in this short period of time, seeing his unscrupulous smile and his broad stature back.Seeing him leave without nostalgia.

So Jiang Huanhua read the novel again.

The monk laughed at him for thinking about spring, he silently read the title of the book, and replied innocently: "I won't think about other people when you are in front of me."

Jiang Huanhua's words are occasionally bold, but he always blush first.The monk always laughed, and sometimes made an intimate gesture of putting his arms around his shoulders.

Time seemed to pass too fast, and when the red flowers never fell, Jiang Huanhua felt that she was about to wait until the end of her life.He thought of the only mother-in-law who loved him. Before she died, she would wipe away his tears and whispered softly over and over again.

On the day of the Mid-Autumn Festival, Jiang Huanhua made mooncakes, and he waited at the door for a whole day before laughing in a daze.Lin Xiao naturally spent the Mid-Autumn Festival with his family, so why would he come to him on the reunion day?He held the round and lovely mooncakes he made, and finally threw them away.It was not until dawn that he fell into a deep sleep.

It seemed like a long time later, when Jiang Huanhua felt that the monk was about to forget him, he suddenly appeared again with a thick book in his hand.

"I snatched this from my senior sister. Don't you like reading novels about monks the most?"

Jiang Huanhua looked at those eyes, bright and bright was something he couldn't expect.

He thought silently, he still likes him.

When the year was about to pass, the monk came late, reeking of alcohol, and he fell into his arms as if meeting him for the first time, muttering vague words in his mouth.He thought that he would also have sad things, and it was the first time he showed it in front of him. He stroked his face in the dark night, and the warm skin was hot and scorching under his hands.Jiang Huanhua carefully placed a light kiss on the restless eyebrows.

The life of a monk is different from that of ordinary people.

Jiang Huanhua, who had finished reading the whole novel, had a dream that day. In the dream, he and the monk hugged each other intimately. The man's eyes were sincere and tender.

Just like his character, he is not kinky but slutty, and even his smiling eyebrows softened when he entered.Jiang Huanhua didn't want to think about it from this dream, because he deeply felt that such a thin and frail self would not be able to overwhelm a tall and strong monk in reality.

After waking up, the monk smiled and covered his face with the book, hiding his expression in the book, Jiang Huanhua couldn't see it.

He said: "Huahua, it seems that I can't make a promise with my body."

Jiang Huanhua thought in her heart: If you don't want to, I can't stop you.

"Why are you always so silent?"

"... How can I believe that you like me when you look like this?"

"Huahua... Huahua, I really want to be your boss's wife." The monk left after saying these words.

Jiang Huanhua smiled, he didn't know that the news of Yonghe Town had spread.A monk named Lin Xiao is going to marry the suzerain of the Scarf Girl Sect. This is a happy event, isn't it?

In a trance, he saw the red flowers falling down again, and the posture was dazzlingly beautiful.

Year after year, the monk's life was horribly long.He woke up from his dream in a field of red flowers, only to realize that ten years had passed.Thinking of Jiang Huanhua who was always taciturn and smiling at him, he finally went to that shop again the next day.

It's just that there is no shop called 'Jiang Huanhua' anymore, and there is no Jiang Huanhua who stares at him shyly and silently.

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After reading a novel.

With a shy face, Jiang Huanhua said, "Sit up and move by yourself."

"...Hahahahaha." A certain monk laughed wildly.