Little fan brother, he is soft and crazy [entertainment circle]

Have a crush on someone for so long, and stay in the same circle as the crush.

When he heard the news about him, he felt sore and bitter in his heart, but he still had to force a smile on his face to do business.Zhu Yuntao had experienced this kind of situation many times, and he was used to it.

Besides, this time was different from the past, Zhong Yicheng stood in front of him alive.

He thought that he would have to work hard for a long time before he could stand with Zhong Yicheng, but he didn't expect that God had arranged for him.

Thinking of this, he felt a little sweet in his heart.The first step has been achieved. Although it took a long time, isn't this moment what I have been waiting for!

Zhong Yicheng couldn't guess the absurd thoughts in his own mind, and now he probably just thinks that he is an acquaintance whom he has met a few times before?

However, he is in the light and he is in the dark. This is indeed a great advantage.

Five years is short and short, just like the liking I was caught off guard at the beginning, it passed by in a flash, and it lasted for five years accidentally.

Five years is actually a long time. Now that Zhu Yuntao thinks back on the classmates who got along day and night in high school, many of them can no longer remember their names and don't match their faces.

And he and Zhong Yicheng have only been together for a month, and Zhong Yicheng still remembers himself, which is considered lucky.

It's ashamed to say, it's thanks to those back then who were shamelessly over the wall to "visit" every day, that's why he has a deep memory of himself.

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At the age of 16, Zhu Yuntao finished his college entrance examination.

He followed his grandma back to his hometown to visit relatives. Lang An, who had just entered high school, did not go abroad with his parents and brother for vacation, but followed him back to his hometown.

Grandma is old, and she usually likes to burn incense and pay respects to Buddha, and to accumulate virtue and do good deeds.There is a not-so-famous hill in my hometown, and on the hillside there is an antique temple with a history of thousands of years.Although the contemporary abbot is unwilling to change the temple into a commercial model, and there are few tourists in the temple, there are many people who come here to practice.

Lang An and Zhu Yuntao accompanied their grandma up the mountain to worship the Buddha. Both of them were attracted by the cleanliness and distance of the ancient temple, but Zhu Yuntao was more attracted by the ancient and beautiful buildings here because of the influence of his father's career as an architect. .

Lang An was obviously attracted by the Buddhist atmosphere here.

When Zhu Yuntao was looking around with the camera of his mobile phone, the young Lang An had already chatted with the gray-haired abbot for a long time.

By the time Zhu Yuntao and grandma found out, the two had already had a good chat.For the first time, Lang An's normally indifferent face revealed a look of excitement and yearning.

Grandma looked at the old and the young in front of her, then turned her head and said to her grandson with a smile, "I have long thought that this kid, Xiao Lang'an, has a Buddha's fate in him, and now it seems that he is right."

Zhu Yuntao nodded. He didn't have a deep understanding of Buddhism. Although he respected him, he still felt far away from him.

"But I didn't mention it because I was worried that your Uncle Lang would be unhappy." Grandma then told Zhu Yuntao.

"Why are you unhappy? Isn't Buddhism a rare thing?" Zhu Yuntao didn't understand. He thought it was a rare talent. Why did it make Lang An's father unhappy?

"No adult is willing to watch their child become a monk, suffer this suffering and suffer this crime. Besides, there are three ways to be unfilial and have no offspring. I don't know whether this fate is a good thing or a bad thing. This love will become a hobby in the future. Not bad." Grandma said calmly,

Zhu Yuntao looked at grandma's smiling face, and nodded knowingly.

That day, Zhu Yuntao listened to grandma's words and felt that it made sense. Children should indeed listen to their parents and not do things that would make their parents sad or unacceptable.

On that day, Zhu Yuntao first accompanied his grandma down the mountain, Lang An stayed on the mountain for a long time, until the sun was about to set, Zhu Yuntao went to look for him, and then returned home.

After dinner, he dragged Zhu Yuntao in the bedroom and said to him with all the excitement, "Brother Tao, I want to become a monk."

When Zhu Yuntao heard this sentence, his grandma said Lang An's sentence, "I don't know if it's a good thing or a bad thing."

I don't know if it's a good thing or a bad thing...

For Lang An, it is a good thing to find a career that he loves.

For Lang An's parents, it didn't seem to be a good thing, and they probably wouldn't support Lang An's decision.

But 16-year-old Zhu Yuntao looked at the light in Lang An's eyes and felt that pursuing the love in his heart must be a good thing.

He looked at Lang An with envy for a moment.It turns out that Lang An, who has always looked at the most desireless, actually has such a strong love in his heart, and has found his direction in life so early.Perhaps it cannot be said to be love, but faith.

At that time, Zhu Yuntao had already walked a long way in strict accordance with the life path planned by his father. He won the first prize in the college entrance examination, applied for the Department of Architecture of T University, and joined his father's office after graduation... It seems that everything is ready. Now Just wait for the acceptance letter to be issued.

Zhu Yuntao felt a little regretful, he listened too much to his father, he grew up so big, he didn't know what he really liked?As for architecture, he neither hated nor liked it.

But becoming a monk is not a matter of one person, but a matter of a family.

Zhu Yuntao told Lang An not to make up his own mind, but to think carefully first, at least until he graduated from high school.But now Lang An is focused on becoming a monk, his head is too hot to listen to persuasion.

Early the next morning, Lang An packed his luggage and quietly ran to the temple on the mountain without disturbing anyone.

That day happened to be the fifteenth day of the lunar calendar, the opening day of Dadu Temple.Outsiders are also allowed to enter the monk's residence in the backyard, which is convenient for family members to visit relatives.

Zhu Yuntao woke up in the morning and found that Lang An was gone, and immediately understood what was going on, so he put on his clothes and went up the mountain to arrest him without thinking about breakfast.

The temple is so big, it is not easy to find a person.Zhu Yuntao first asked the monk where the abbot was, and the monk took him there. Sure enough, he found that the abbot was accompanied by Lang An, who looked like a small tail.

As soon as Lang An saw him, he was like a rabbit seeing an eagle, and immediately let go of his feet and ran around. Zhu Yuntao chased him all the way, and ran to the courtyard deep in the temple without knowing it.

He didn't eat in the morning, and he climbed mountains and exercised strenuously. He had hypoglycemia for a while, and he fainted next to the moon gate in a remote courtyard due to exhaustion.

When he woke up again, he found himself lying on the bed in that side courtyard.

The room is not big, about two rooms deep.The outside is the living room, and the inside is the bedroom with a curtain in between.There is a bed in the bedroom, a Chinese-style wooden table, and there are wardrobes and bookcases next to the table. It looks simple but comfortable.

Sitting beside the bed was a monk wearing a moon-white monk's robe, holding a porridge bowl in his left hand and a spoon in his right hand.Seeing that he was awake, he put the spoon in his hand upside down on the edge of the bowl, and put the bowl on the desk.

Only then did Zhu Yuntao taste the sweetness of starch decomposed into maltose in his mouth, and knew that the other party must be feeding him porridge just now.

He stared blankly at the person in front of him, thinking, he must have brought him in.

Looking at the handsome and handsome white-faced monk in front of him, Zhu Yuntao had a strange idea in his heart: the favor of saving life should be promised with his body.

Thinking of this, he choked on the unswallowed porridge, "Ahem!"

He hurriedly sat up, blushing from the cough just now.

Facing the handsome monk's calm eyes in a hurry, he remembered to thank him.

"Thank you! I really don't know how to repay you?"

The other party does not speak.

Zhu Yuntao racked his brains and thought, "Can I add some sesame oil money for you?"

The other party still didn't speak.

Maybe he was too straightforward, he thought, so he continued, "Why don't I write you a thank you letter, or send you a pennant?"

He felt that this method was good, but he didn't know the other party's Buddha name yet.

He asked again, "I don't know what your name is?"

The other party remained silent.

Zhu Yuntao was a little regretful for a while, but he was a dumb monk despite being so good-looking, but this was in line with the storyline in martial arts novels.The more pleasing to the eye and good temperament the eminent monk has to have some regrettable flaws.

With comforting thoughts in his heart, he said, "Then I'll call you Master!"

As soon as the words fell, the handsome-faced monk suddenly spoke in a low and magnetic voice, "Since you have nothing to do, finish this bowl of porridge and go to the infirmary on the other side to get some glucose."

"..."

It turns out that he can talk, so he deliberately let himself hang out for a long time just now, Zhu Yuntao thought to himself, but the voice of the master is really nice.

Hanging Glucose?Unexpectedly, this master who looks like an outsider is quite down-to-earth and has a lot of life experience. He can guess at a glance that he has hypoglycemia and not because of any other diseases.

Zhu Yuntao touched his nose in embarrassment, but suddenly found that the lower part of the nose hurts, thinking that he accidentally knocked it when he fainted just now.

He raised his head and asked the people around him, "Master, do you have a mirror here?"

The master shook his head and said, "No need to take photos, I pinched it." Then he added, "It's already turned purple."

"..."

It was only then that Zhu Yuntao remembered that this is a human center, and a person with low blood sugar fainted, so pinching the human body is indeed a normal way to deal with it.

There was no other way, he could only thank you again, "Thank you, Master!"

After speaking, he quickly picked up the bowl on the side and drank up the porridge in it.

Then he hurriedly jumped off the bed, holding the bowl in his hand, trying to find a place to wash the bowl.

As a result, the limbs were still weak, and the feet fell on the ground as if they were stepping on cotton. One of them fell on the person next to him before he could stand still, and the unwashed porridge bowl in his hand was also buckled on the other's clean monk's robe.

! ! !Zhu Yuntao's heart beat wildly in shock.

"sorry!"

Zhu Yuntao cried and apologized quickly.

The other party didn't say anything, but he could clearly feel that the air pressure around him became lower.

This room is so clean, the other party must love it very clean, now that the clothes are dirty, maybe he has the desire to kill himself.Zhu Yuntao ran out as soon as he thought of this.

But he changed his mind, no!Aren't monks always compassionate?This should be the case even more for eminent monks!

Zhu Yuntao glanced at the master next to him, and thought apologetically, he shouldn't have speculated with a gloomy mind, didn't the master say nothing!

Then he stepped back and said with an apologetic smile, "Master, I'm sorry, let me help you wash the bowl and clothes together!"

The master raised his beautiful eyebrows and looked at the brat in front of him:? ? ?Bowls and robes, wash together?

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