The whole Qingyuan Temple gave Mu Wan the feeling that it was clean, solid, clean and tidy. The architecture of the Taoist temple is not fine, even a little rough, very old-fashioned. It is precisely this way that the Taoist temple is covered with a film-like texture.
The setting sun broke through the thick clouds in the sky, and a few beams of sunlight shone in, illuminating the small room, and there was a fragrance of sandalwood in the air.
Mu Wan smiled and followed Liu Qianxiu into the side hall.
The room in the side hall is not big, and the furniture and beds inside are all made of wood, black and red wood, with a smooth surface without edges and corners, with a heavy and sedimentary background.
There is only one bed, one low bed, and two futons in the room. There is a desk lamp on the low table. The network signal on the mountain is not good, but the phone is not a problem, and the electricity is also connected.
"You rest first." Liu Qianxiu put down the suitcase and said, "I'll go and see Qingchan."
Liu Qianxiu turned around and went out, closing the door of the side hall for her. Qing Chan happened to call his master. After seeing Liu Qianxiu, he asked, "Where's sister?"
"She wants to rest." After Liu Qianxiu finished speaking, he said to Qing Chan, "Can I rest in the same room as you these few days?"
"Sure." Qing Chan nodded briskly, "I usually sleep with Master, I dare not sleep by myself."
Xuan Qingzi slept in the main hall on weekdays, and the rest rooms on the left and right of the side hall were prepared for Liu Qianxiu and Qing Chan. Usually Liu Qianxiu was not around, and Qing Chan didn't dare to sleep in the side hall by himself, and usually went to sleep with his master.
"Let's go." Liu Qianxiu took Qing Chan to the side hall on the right side of the main hall.
Mu Wan's activity today was only climbing the mountain for an hour, so she wasn't particularly tired. However, after going to bed and reading for a while, her eyelids sank and she fell asleep.
Consciousness gradually dimmed, and it seemed that someone was speaking next to my ear, and the words seemed to be covered with a layer of mist, making it difficult to hear clearly. But the voice was low and familiar, and Mu Wan quickly recognized Liu Qianxiu's voice.
What the hell did he say last night? When Mu Wan woke up, she was still thinking about it.
After thinking for a long time to no avail, she got up from the bed, opened the door and went out. She didn't sleep for a long time, and it wasn't dark outside yet. Looking up, she could see the red sun approaching the setting mountain from the corner of the main hall of the Taoist temple.
The moss on the ground was damp, so Mu Wan walked to the incense burner in the middle of the courtyard and looked towards the main hall. In the main hall, a man in a water-blue Taoist robe was looking down at a book.
The sun poured down, and the red-golden light sprinkled on the man's cold white skin. The man a few years ago was lonely and distant, with black eyebrows and black hair, clean outline, like a fairy in the sky. Seemingly aware of Mu Wan's approach, he looked up, his brows were light and his voice was like a clear spring.
"Are you hungry?"
Retracting Piaoyuan's thoughts, Mu Wan laughed, walked over and nodded, and said, "I'm hungry."
The backyard of the Taoist temple is smaller than the front yard. There are two houses, which are the same age as the Taoist building. The green bricks are rough and wet. One house is a kitchen, and the other is supposed to be a bathroom. In front of the two houses, there is an ancient well and a vegetable garden.
The vegetable garden is not big, but there are many types of vegetables, and even a pergola is set up, with tender green cucumbers and long beans on it. Taoist temple is a place for pure cultivation, the conditions are naturally simple, and it is completely free from the world, so it can be self-sufficient.
At that time, Liu Qianxiu was resting, and Qing Chan was with him. After Liu Qianxiu finished dinner, Qing Chan woke up, rubbed his eyes and ran to look for his junior brother. As soon as he saw Liu Qianxiu, he hugged his thigh and stuck to it. . A child is a child, with a ball head and a chubby face, and the appearance of hugging his thigh is very cute.
Mu Wan set the table, looked at Qing Chan, and said with a smile: "When your junior brother is not around, do you hug master like this?"
Qing Chan opened his sleepy eyes, the tea-colored pupils were very beautiful, shook his head, and said softly, "No, Master's legs are too short, I can't hang them when I grow up."
He raised his eyes and looked at Liu Qianxiu. He was 1.9 meters tall, and needless to say, his legs were long enough to last two years in the Qing Dynasty. Liu Qianxiu's expression remained unchanged in front of the children. After sitting down, he reminded Qing Chan to eat by himself. The little guy listened to him and ate seriously with the bowl and chopsticks.
The lighting is soft, there is always an indescribable warmth for two people, one big and one small.
After dinner, Mu Wan received a call from Li Nan. The signal in the temple was not good, so she walked out of the Taoist temple and sat on a stone bench under a pine tree. Li Nan's tone was far from the calmness of the previous few days, but also faintly eager.
"Have you been targeted by someone?" Li Nan asked, "The announcement made last week has called me in the past two days to tell me that the scene has been deleted. Liquidated damages were paid, but I only paid you for your announcement." Received next week, the filming crew will not sign you, and you will have no filming for the rest of the time."
What does this mean? This means that her future roads will be blocked.
Her current salary is neither high nor low, and the liquidated damages are doubled. After a few movies, it is not a small sum for her. But to Mu Qing, it was nothing at all.
She did this for the sole purpose of asking her to beg her. She relied on her own efforts to straighten her spine, but she insisted on breaking it. The shadows filled the air, and Mu Wan felt a little irritable.
These are personal grievances, she can't talk to Li Nan, and it's useless to talk about it, if it is known that she has encountered such a hard nail, the company may give up on her.
Next week is my mother's death day.
Mu Wan rubbed her face, it was getting dark, and the wind on the top of the mountain was a bit chilly, she sat there for a while, and finally got up and entered the door.
The lights in the main hall were on, and the three statues looked very majestic under the lights. The short table and futon next to the statue were empty, Mu Wan glanced at the side hall, the lights were on, Liu Qianxiu should send Qing Chan to sleep.
Qing Chan didn't sleep well in the afternoon, and was drowsy when he was eating. After eating, he propped his cheeks on his small hands and meditated in the main hall. After meditating for a while, he couldn't help but fell asleep on the table. Liu Qianxiu carried him to the side hall first, and after he fell asleep, he returned to the main hall.
When I left, there were only three statues in the main hall, but now, there is one more woman. The light sprinkled on the statue, like ice, fierce and evil. The light sprinkled on the woman, like fire, bright and moving.
Her sitting posture is like a snake, and she usually does not sit upright in his house, but now sitting in the main hall, she is still soft and lazy. With both arms resting on the low table, the body is distorted, the pointed chin is slightly raised, and a small face is hidden under the thick black hair, which is even more white.
The sky was dark, and it seemed that there was only one light in the main hall in the world. She was like an ignorant little demon crouching under the throne, unaware of her collision, but when she saw him, her bright red lips curved slightly, and her eyes sparkled brightly.
"Liu Qianxiu." She called out, and her low and hoarse voice spread out in the dark night, carrying an indescribable charm and mystery. After she yelled, she propped her chin on the back of her hand and looked at him with a low smile.
Liu Qianxiu got up and walked into the main hall. He was tall and straight. When he entered, the lights of the main hall stretched his figure at the door, and Mu Wan looked up at him. Only in this way can you put him all in your own eyes.
"This is wine." Liu Qianxiu looked at the jar she was holding in her hand. The jar was not big, and it was stuffed with a red cloth stopper. The dark brown bottle was rough, and the woman held it with slightly bent fingers. The slender fingers look fair on the bottle body.
This is a low jar, and Mu Wan picked it up to look at it when he was bored. The bust was heavy and covered up all the smell of wine. The body of the bottle shook slightly, and the liquid inside was turbulent, and there was still a lot of it.
Mu Wan stretched her legs, she sat barefoot on the futon, and the carpet under her feet was spread under the futon. The rug under the futon is made of cotton and linen, which is clean and tidy, and you can sit directly on it. But because the mountain is cool, they usually sit on futons.
Seeing Liu Qianxiu sit down, Mu Wan opened the bus, and the smell of sweet wine was tangy. The tip of her nose moved over and took a small sniff. Mu Wan looked up at Liu Qianxiu and said, "Yangmei wine."
Xuan Qingzi likes to drink on weekdays, and he brews all the wine in the Taoist temple by himself. He has brewed wine for many years, and his skills are proficient. A jar of bayberry wine does not lose the sweetness of bayberry, but also loses the pure and strong taste of the wine.
Mu Wan put the wine jar in front of her, propped her arms on the low table, rested her chin on the back of her hand, stared at the wine jar in front of her for a while, tilted her head, and asked, "Can I have a drink?"
At night, the air on the top of the mountain was cool, but Mu Wan was still affected by Li Nan's phone call, and she couldn't suppress her dryness. Drink some wine and sleep, it should be better.
After Mu Wan finished speaking, Liu Qianxiu looked back. She looked at him with dark pupils and a slight frown.
"This drink has a lot of stamina." Liu Qianxiu looked calm, watching Mu Wan's gradually clear expression, and warned, "Don't drink too much."
"Okay~" Mu Wan's eyes lit up, and she nodded in agreement.
"Then I'll drink here." Mu Wan went to the kitchen to get a small cup, sat cross-legged on the futon, and poured a glass of wine. The red bayberry wine is still red, and when it is poured out, the sound is crisp and has a sweet aroma.
Mu Wan was fine, picked up the wine glass, and looked out of the Taoist temple. The crescent moon hung high in the sky, and there were faint clouds floating around. The moonlight is bright and cold, and the night sky is dark, clean and pure.
"It's so beautiful." Mu Wan took a sip of the bayberry wine. The wine was not strong, and the taste of the wine was even covered by the sweetness. When she swallowed it, she could only feel a faint aroma of the wine.
With a book in his hand, Liu Qianxiu looked sideways at the night sky, and the fragrance of bayberry wine wafted in the air. He glanced back, and Mu Wan had already started drinking his second cup.
The lip line was slightly pursed, Liu Qianxiu looked down at her, the wine glass was brought to his lips, and the bright red lips were pressed against the mouth of the white porcelain cup, bright and coquettish. Sensing her gaze, she looked back, her lips left the wine glass, she stuck out her tongue to lick the wine stains on the corner of her lips, and handed the wine glass to Liu Qianxiu.
"It's delicious, do you want a drink?"
Her eyes were full of water, and the fingers holding the white porcelain cup were shiny and slender.
His eyes stayed on the bayberry wine in the white porcelain cup, the transparent red liquid reflected the lights of the main hall, spotless.
Liu Qianxiu shook his head and said, "No need."
When Mu Wan got the answer, she withdrew her hand and drank the red bayberry wine in one gulp. The man's gaze stayed on her face. She puffed up her face as if she was playing, letting the sweetness of bayberry wine fill her mouth, and she swallowed it in one gulp.
After drinking, her body gradually warmed up. Mu Wan looked at the moon in the distance and poured another glass.
"My mother likes to look at the night sky." She stared blankly. Alcohol seemed to be able to develop people's memory. The memory in her mind overlapped with the current scene, and what Mu Wan said was a bit out of date.
It's not that Mu Wan didn't have a happy life in the Mu family. Although she has always been looked down upon by the Mu family, she lived quite comfortably when her mother was alive. The mother's strength is not strong, but it is enough to protect her well.
In the blink of an eye, her mother passed away for ten years. She has no father or mother, and has been growing wildly like weeds for ten years.
The corners of Mu Wan's eyes were cold, and she drank the wine in the glass again.
Now, no one is protecting her, but someone is with her.
Mu Wan's face was a little hot, she lay down on the table, tilted her head and stared at Liu Qianxiu next to her. Liu Qianxiu didn't read the book, he watched her cheeks gradually turn red, put the book in his hand on the table, and said, "Go and rest first."
"No." When Mu Wan spoke, her breath was hot, she stretched out her fingers and shook, and said, "I'll accompany you."
Liu Qianxiu wasn't reading a book, he was looking at her.
Putting down the white porcelain cup in his hand, the bottom of the cup hit the table, making a shallow sound. Mu Wan rested her chin on the back of her hand, tilted her head, and looked at Liu Qianxiu, her glistening eyes narrowed slightly, her gaze sharp.
"You can't stay still."
"Yeah." Liu Qianxiu looked calm, looked at her, and admitted.
Mu Wan's eyes moved slightly, her eyelashes trembled, her memory broke through the thin paper, and rushed out like a tide.
She remembered what Liu Qianxiu said to her last night.
Mu Wan put her hands flat on the table, her eyes were fixed on Liu Qianxiu, her eyes were beating, and Mu Wan said, "You said yesterday that the environment will not affect your state of mind."
Mu Wan exerted a slight force on her arm, leaning on the table towards Liu Qianxiu's body. Her eyes were red, her pupils were dark, and her voice was hoarse.
"You said talent affects your state of mind."
The distance between the two was getting closer and closer. The man looked down at her, and Mu Wan leaned over and grabbed his arms. The moment he grabbed his arms, the aftertaste of the wine came up, and Mu Wan was top-heavy, and fell into the man's arms.
The light sandalwood dilutes the smell of alcohol, and Mu Wan leans on his chest, her face raised, her lips trembling slightly.
"Liu Qianxiu, who is that person?"
The woman in his arms had skin as white as snow, a soft body, and black hair. She was like a demon just formed, coming to his seat to ask him about his way. She is ignorant and ignorant, innocent and innocent, without knowing the depth.
She clung to his arms, her arms wrapped around his waist, and her slender fingers intertwined, bringing their bodies closer. He could smell the wine on her body when he lowered his eyes, and he could smell the sandalwood on his body when she raised her eyes.
"It's the third time." The man said in a deep voice.
Lip line tightened, Liu Qianxiu reached out and took the wine jar. The clear bayberry wine was poured into the white porcelain cup with the sound. He took the white porcelain cup and drank the bayberry wine in one gulp.
The Adam's apple moved slightly, and the man's cold and quiet eyes seemed to have some emotions gradually surging.
Putting down the cup, Liu Qianxiu put his hands on the woman's waist and hugged her in front of him.
At this time, the smell of alcohol on his body also became stronger, his dark eyes looked lightly at the woman in his arms, his voice was low and hoarse, and his tone was long.
"Do you really think I have no lust?"
The author has something to say: Daochang Liu: Again and again, this is the third time you have seduced me.