Qiao Fengtian and Zheng Siqi went to Yuetan Temple again. The last time they bluffed Lin Shuangyu to say that they did not come, but this time they really did.
Qiao Fengtian wanted to say that I'm still a piece of shit - I'm begging for the safety of my family. My brother was in a car accident and was admitted to the hospital the next month. There is a god who raises his head three feet, Qiao Fengtian put this slander in his heart, and did not dare to say it in broad daylight.
This time is not a holiday, there are only one or two tourists, and the temple has the deep simplicity it should have. Qiao Fengtian still remembered what Zheng Siqi told him not to step on the threshold when entering the door.
"Are you still writing letters?"
Qiao Fengtian put the two ticket stubs in his pocket, "When I was very young, I didn't have a mobile phone or a computer at that time, so I occasionally wrote, and there were quite a few friends who played with me at that time. How do you know? "
Zheng Siqi drew a circle in front of his eyes with his index finger, "Auntie showed me a tin cookie box with a snowman printed on it."
Qiao Fengtian opened his mouth, "Have you seen it?!"
"Am I that kind of person?" Zheng Siqi poked his index finger at the tip of his nose, "I don't even take a glance at me."
"Come on, I don't believe a single punctuation mark in the second half of your sentence." Qiao Fengtian brushed off Zheng Siqi's fingers, "Buddhism is clean, Teacher Zheng, don't do anything."
Zheng Siqi leaned over and took a loud sip on his forehead, pushed down his glasses and tilted his head with a smile, "Why?"
Qiao Fengtian pinched him and looked back at the conductor in horror - luckily, he was playing with his mobile phone with his head down.
Bodhi is still the same bodhi tree. The dense red silk seems to be more and denser. From a distance, people can't tell whether it is green leaf red silk or green silk red leaf; that ginkgo tree is more bare than the first time it came. Appearance, looks very different, with new leaves on the branches. After spring, it is more vigorous in summer.
"The last time I came here, my heart was empty. The Buddha was placed in front of me, and I didn't even know what to ask for. I don't want any of it. I don't want any of it." What I want to ask for, the Buddha will not be able to hear it.”
Zheng Siqi twitched an eyelash stuck to his eyelid.
"First it was broken, and then it was greedy. I think both of my mentalities are not good." Zheng Siqi raised the eyelashes on his fingertips to his eyes, and Qiao Fengtian leaned over to look at them, "This one is very long. "
"What you think is abnormal is normal for others. You are not greedy at all."
Qiao Fengtian smiled, "Do you know what I'm going to ask for, so you're so sure?"
"I know." Zheng Siqi said gently and firmly.
"One of the things I'm most insatiable with is that you can like me for the rest of your life, that you'll be old when you talk about it, and that you don't be so lazy when you learn most of the housework, don't quarrel with me, and don't give me a slap in the face will always be so good to me."
Zheng Siqi was taken aback for a moment - is this the script? Before he had time to speak, he saw that Qiao Fengtian was the first to burst into laughter, and only then did he realize that the other party was just talking nonsense. Zheng Siqi pulled the person closer, "Just tell me this, you don't need to ask the Buddha, it's useless to ask him."
Confused and bought two silks. Qiao Fengtian didn't ask Zheng Siqi to help him write any more, he lay on the stone bench, lowered his head and raised the pen and just dropped two ink characters, when he saw Zheng Siqi turned his head and looked over. Qiao Fengtian turned his hand over and said, "It's ugly in the first place. The more you look at my writing, the uglier I write."
"I don't think so." Zheng Siqi pondered for a moment, "If you put it on someone else's place, you're really ugly, and you're so ugly, but if you put it on me, it's cute, you understand."
Qiao Fengtian resisted poking at him without a single poke, and said with squinting eyes, "You've improved your speaking skills again. You've scolded, scolded and praised with a single word, and I can't tell what's good or bad."
"It's neither a scolding nor a compliment." Zheng Siqi raised the pen on his chin, "I'm stating the facts."
The two of them tacitly played their bad jokes, one wrote "I like him for a lifetime", and the other wrote "I like him for a lifetime", and the bad ones don't even write the romance in junior high school. The face is not red, the heart is not beating, and the play is correct. Just when he handed the silk to the little master to help, Qiao Fengtian lowered his head and looked a little embarrassed. The little master raised his eyebrows when he took over the consequences, went up the ladder to glance at the two of them two or three times, Qiao Fengtian turned his head and pinched his chin in embarrassment, and Zheng Siqi's face was a gentleman.
The two pieces of silk were tied to the tree, and it only took a gust of breeze and a faint, and it was no longer clear which one belonged to him. It is mixed with thousands of hopeful visions. Thinking about it, I feel that it is really unwise to place hope on the gods. There are so many complicated tasks on just one Bodhi tree. How can the gods take care of everyone in the world.
Bibi heaven is not only a source of venting in times of misery, but God has no eyes; it is also an excuse for peace of mind when we are happy, and God's eyes are open. Effort itself is sometimes less credible than vain things. The world is like this, right or wrong doesn't matter.
Zheng Siqi went to hold Qiao Fengtian's hand, but Qiao Fengtian shrank once and stopped, and his five fingers passed through each other's fingers and pressed against his palm.
"Don't be arrogant, it's not that grandma can't move you anymore, it's just to fool you that you can't turn around, and you don't get back to your senses."
"You're just expecting my aunt to beat me all over the place?" Zheng Siqi laughed.
"I... I just feel that I'm in a very precarious state now, as if everything has been resolved, but nothing has been resolved. I can't sleep peacefully for three days, but I don't feel like I can't sleep anymore." Qiao Fengtian leaned on his shoulder. Leaning on, "It's amazing."
Zheng Siqi didn't speak, and stretched out his free hand to rub the top of his head.
"Have you ever written a letter to anyone?" Qiao Fengtian asked him suddenly.
"Write it for Li Hua to his American pen pal Tony?"
"Tsk, I'm serious, the kind that sticks stamps in the mailbox." Qiao Fengtian slapped his elbow with his waist.
"No, do you want it?"
"kindness."
"Okay, I'll write for you."
It was difficult to travel on the Tianhe Mountain Road. Lin Shuangyu was worried about the safety of the two of them, so he urged Zheng Siqi and Qiao Fengtian to return from Langxi in the evening. Xiao Wuzi pushed Qiao Liang out to send, and Qiao Sishan silently followed behind. Lin Shuangyu put the flocculent into a clean hand-held woven bag, and stuffed two sealed bags of dried bamboo shoots and plums into it.
"Soak it in water overnight, put the pork belly and steam it together, don't use too thin, the firewood is not fragrant." Lin Shuangyu pulled a lock of hair that fell out onto the bead hoop, "I have to dry it again when I go back, it can be covered in autumn, and I will look back. I'll find someone with a small shaker to cover for the fifth son."
"You put too much."
Lin Shuangyu looked up and glanced at him, "Can't eat for three or four people? I'm afraid you won't come back and ask me for something delicious, but I haven't posted that much..." Lin Shuangyu shook his head and smacked his lips, tying the knot neatly and shaking. Shaking, "It's fine in the city."
Qiao Fengtian vaguely saw the seam again, but he couldn't easily believe that it would close again.
"kindness."
"Go to bed early." Lin Shuangyu nodded at his eyes, "You look like you've been mourned and not a little energetic all day long. It's like you've been beaten with two black eyes. You can talk and do things, and the meat doesn't grow."
"kindness."
"If you are kind, you will be kind." Lin Shuangyu touched his pocket and took out an envelope, "Mr. Zheng said that you gave it to your father, and I believe that I have eaten rice for more than 70 years. Come, take it back and say thank you for me."
Qiao Fengtian didn't answer, he was silent for a few seconds and pushed the envelope back.
"I gave it to you, take it."
Lin Shuangyu was stunned for a moment, then frowned, "Bullshit, you can."
"You are mine."
Lin Shuangyu threw a hand, glanced sideways at Qiao Liang and Qiao Sishan, and said after a while, "The city is different from Langxi, and I have not told you once or twice, whether you listen or not, I have no idea. A bridge is a bridge. The road is the road, you are you, he is him, and grandma’s words have been rough for half a lifetime without giving you a good face, and she can’t change it.
Qiao Fengtian bowed his head noncommittally, then raised his head and smiled at her again.
"I'll take the money, and you can remember who the favor is." Lin Shuangyu put the envelope back in his pocket and rubbed his hands back and forth, "... Come back for the New Year?"
Qiao Fengtian looked for flaws in her eyes, but to no avail. Lin Shuangyu's small half-step approaching him made him feel flustered and at a loss. Qiao Fengtian took a breath and nodded lightly, pretending to be relaxed.
"I'll be back in the Mid-Autumn Festival."