Peacock

When I was woken up by the morning bell, I suddenly had an urge to be a self-media: create a public account, and the first article I publish must be "Diligence determines the upper limit. Have you ever seen the sun at four o'clock in the morning in Baima?" ".

In the past, Tangling and Tang Ling were used to singing and singing every night, but now they have to adapt to the schedule of the temple, which is really a struggle with jet lag.

If I had known that the bell would start striking so early every day, I would not have helped yesterday when the new clock was erected.

The main reason is that this link always reminds me of being dragged by my mother to go to mass when I was a child. I was scolded for wearing fucking shorts, and I was scolded by the clergy after being scolded by my mother on the front foot.

I tried my best to open the swollen eye slits, and saw that Tang Ling beside me was fully dressed and was sitting by the window to record the surveying and mapping data.

Almost crawling and rolling, I fell into his arms as soon as I got out of bed, and because he raised his hand when drinking water, I hit my head on the edge of his too sharp hip bone, which hurt me instantly woke up.

Seeing me hugging his shin for a long time, Tang Ling moved his legs and rubbed my chin with his knee, "I'll get used to it in a few days."

"...I won't go." I felt that my long-suppressed young master's illness was happening again, "I'm sleepy."

I reacted: "You didn't sleep again last night, did you?"

Tangling glanced at me, and only asked me to get up and get dressed.

I wrinkled my face angrily, opened the bedside table beside me, and saw that the zopiclone showed no signs of being unpacked.

"Didn't the doctor's order tell you to take half a tablet if you can't sleep?"

Facts have proved that Tang Ling is indeed a rebellious person. Unlike me, she couldn't accept being controlled by others since she was a child.After I said this, he didn't seem to intend to make any response at all, but I was too impeded by my helplessness to ask for an explanation, so Tang Ling looked down at me, then pinched my entire jaw, and finally said He said, "I feel uncomfortable during the day after eating, and my stomach is nauseous."

I felt my heart was clenched tightly, and I didn't understand why Tang Ling had to choose between nausea and insomnia?

He pushed me hard again, dazzled me, "And you will become addicted, you know? Don't talk too much in the future, I know my body myself."

I hugged my poor wife and finally managed to utter a drawn-out "ooh".

"Get up on time tomorrow morning, and I'll make you egg and ox soup."

"Can't you get up?"

"No."

"...Yes, sir!" I asked after answering, "What is Danniuzhi?"

After Tangling answered a few ingredients, I was so touched that I couldn't be more moved. I never thought that Tangling would put so much effort for me: "It's not easy to gather these from the deep mountains and old forests!"

"They were all brought up before, and they will be gone when they are used up." Tang Ling said, "Just this time."

I yelled in dissatisfaction.

Tang Ling glanced at me silently, but didn't say anything more, and grabbed my collar and took off the short sleeves of my pajamas, probably to let me change clothes quickly.

With a fluke in mind, I was about to close my eyes in despair, but the Hong bell suddenly rang again, and the ground seemed to tremble a few times.Before the lingering rhyme of the bell was over, another strange and unpleasant singing sound came from afar.

Tang Ling said that it was Hai Zhan who was singing the morning bell.

Although Tangling didn't say anything, I could still see that maybe he also thought Hai Zhan's singing was ugly.

At the beginning of the morning class, I secretly told Tang Ling that I never thought that one day I would be able to live such a life of walking dead.

However, these words were heard by the other two monks, Xingming Xingdu, and they still wanted to criticize me, saying how can I talk about walking dead, this should be a kind of peace of mind.

I think my heart is really quite quiet, as soon as Xingming opened his mouth, I instantly fell asleep like a fallen leaf.

After the morning class, I went to have an early fast, and then went out to clean the slope, and started to meditate at about ten o'clock.

Meditation, commonly known as meditation.

Tangling and the others have important positions and don't have to follow the temple rules one by one, so Xingming can only come to torture me, Jinhua and Chunjue.

It was really uncomfortable for me to sit, and I lost feeling in my legs.Even if it is only for an hour, I feel that the days are like years, and I think one of the reasons may be that Tang Ling is not by my side.

I am not suitable for meditation, I am only suitable for dual practice.

After the lunch break, there is meditation again. In the evening, the evening class begins, the sutras are walked, the incense is circled, and the Buddha is recited.

I really think that Xingming's formalism is unacceptable. What he asked us to do has already dabbled in magic.After all, the Buddha statues in the Daxiong Palace were moved to the back room by Tang Ling and the others for renovation, and our group actually had to circle around the empty desk while chanting sutras.

The most desperate thing is that before the day of sin is really over, we still have to listen to Hai Zhan's moving singing, which is called Mugu Jisong.

When Tang Ling came back and asked me how I felt, I could only answer honestly: I was physically and mentally exhausted.

He smiled lightly, lowered his head and washed his dusty hands.

"Already started repairing?"

"It's still early." Tang Ling said, "We need to inspect and survey in the past few days, and we will start repairing after the plan is confirmed."

Tang Ling moved the stool to sit next to me, and said, "Do you know what we found in the woods behind the Garan Palace?"

I shook my head.

"Brahman pagoda." Tang Ling wrinkled her nose slightly, a little childish, "It may be due to the terrain, it was not destroyed by the earthquake, and it was well preserved. It is still very beautiful. Up to now, only two undamaged pagodas have been found in the whole country." , I never thought I could see it in such a small temple."

For a better display, Tangling put the phone in front of my eyes: "There are three layers in total, and the protrusions on the stone surface are reliefs. From top to bottom, there are beasts, dwarves, and Buddha statues sitting on lotus. The last layer has a story drawn , the Buddha was born."

When Tang Ling spoke, her narrow eyes shone like stars.I've never seen him look like that since the day I knew him.

"It's really exquisite...it's carved out of stone." I asked, "Can you do this too?"

"Specialize in art, I didn't learn this. And this pagoda is very precious, it must be a first-class cultural relic." Tang Ling said, "Master Haizhan went down the mountain to find the cultural relics restoration bureau on the other side, and I think he will send someone this time coming."

I lay in the crook of his hand and looked at him with a smile, and after a long silence, I said: "Tangling Tangling, you are so happy."

Tangling touched my chin, and promised to take me to the woods tomorrow to see for myself.

I straddled his lap, looked closely at him, and looked for myself reflected in his shallow pupils.But after actually seeing that figure, I still felt an irreversible crack in my heart.

Probably the damp and possessive desire started to work again, because I began to realize that the reality seemed to have not reached the most idealized ending-Tangling's happiness can only come from me.

Am I making the right choice at every fork?

If everything goes according to the timeline of the nightmare, and Tang Ling finally finds the sustenance to realize himself again, I think he will despise the sporadic relief I provide at that time than he does now.

I don't know what I'll do then.

"In the truth?"

"In the truth."

It was only when Tang Ling yelled the second time that I came back to my senses. It was almost a conditioned reflex. I smiled again and replied, "What are you doing?"

Tang Ling scratched the back of my neck, and said after a while: "You may need to find a relative."

So on this moonless night, I followed Tang Ling all the way to the backyard of the meditation room excitedly and uneasy.

But where is there any figure?

Suddenly, a protracted hum disturbed the cicadas.

Then I met Lianlian under Tang Ling's recommendation.

Looking at this thing that is gnawing mud in place, it is difficult for me to organize the language properly for a while.

Lianlian is a floret sow. The pig was picked up by Chunjue's roadside and named Jinhua after reading a novel. It is now being raised in the mud in the backyard.

"Tangling, you just bring me to see this?"

There was no response, so I glanced over and found that Tangling was standing by the fence, just staring at it with her elbows in her arms, exuding an inexplicably cold aura that no one should enter.

After thinking about it, I decided to define this kind of aura as murderous.

In the morning, I was still wondering how Tang Ling could use the Xiangji Kitchen in Sheye Temple as a tea restaurant in Guangzhou City, but I never thought that a more explosive idea had already taken shape in his mind.

With an almost expressionless face, Tang Ling raised her chin and pointed at Lian Lian, then said lightly, "How about making roasted pork?"

I was a little shocked, and made exaggerated gestures, "It's only a month or two at such a young age, Tang Ling, you can actually do it?"

"Feeling for your cousin?"

I have to say, today Tang Ling is really naive to me.

I pulled him to sit under a bodhi tree with leaves scattered all over the place. After thinking about it, I was still curious: "Why do you know how to cook? Didn't you also live in a dormitory before?"

Tang Ling said that when she was a child, she helped out in her uncle's restaurant, and after watching too much, she would be able to do everything easily.

"Then what are you mainly responsible for?"

"Make drinks, and note other detailed requirements of the guests."

"Require……?"

Tang Ling glanced at me, and suddenly leaned closer to me: "What is flying sand and milk? Guess."

I was clueless, and my first reaction was that the sandstorm passed and the cows were blown away.

Just like the night we first met, Tang Ling was made laugh by my nonsense again.

Although I think he must be thinking every time, it turns out that the truth is very ignorant in all aspects except music.

Before Tang Ling could answer, we saw that Lian Lian bumped out of the crumbling fence door in a daze, and fell to Tang Ling's feet.However, such a violent impact did not make her flinch. Instead, she raised her front hoof upwards, jumped onto Tang Ling's lap, and finally buried it safely in his knees without moving.

This set of flowing movements really shocked me.Staring at this mud ball, I couldn't help thinking: What about my mother, maybe this is really my cousin.

Tangling was not in a hurry to throw Lianlian down, but took out a mobile phone from her pocket, and hung it down in front of my eyes.

That phone is mine.

To be precise, I threw it away this morning.

I held my breath, and it took me a while to regain my composure: "I'm looking everywhere, why are you there?"

Tang Ling bit the candy stick and glanced at me, I knew that he had once again seen through my poor acting skills.

Subconsciously, I took the phone and saw that the number of missed calls had completely doubled compared to the morning.

"That's not how to hide." Tang Ling said calmly, "Speak clearly."

Without giving me any more opportunities to perform, Tang Ling got up and left quickly.

I clutched the information box tightly, the fear in my heart was so strong that it was about to take form.Tang Ling said those words because he didn't understand anything, he didn't understand what kind of life I had lived, and he didn't understand how much I had to overcome to climb up from the swamp.

The screen lit up again, and under the dense pile of missed calls, a short message popped up suddenly. It took me a while to see the words written on it: Chuchu, it's my aunt.