Xuan Yi walked out of the hall, and the little monk he met beside him nodded to him: "Senior Brother Xuan Yi."
Xuan Yi put his hands together, nodded with them, and turned to leave.
He went out of the hall, bypassed Luo Ran's room, went back to his own house through another path, took a scripture, looked at the scripture without changing his eyes, and walked towards the back mountain, this road he has already walked. Many times, even with my eyes closed, I can feel the way.
Only, this time, it seems a little different.
There is an endless stream of fragrance oils in the Qingling Temple, and there are often people in the back mountain. However, those noble people should all go up the mountain from the other side of the long sky steps. There is a plum blossom in that area. There is a gardenia behind it, and now, it is blooming vigorously.
Many nobles come to Qingling Temple and will go there.
On the other hand, he went up the back mountain from the other side. There was only a bamboo forest here. It used to be the cleanest in the past, but today there was a little noise.
The sound of the piano seemed to come from not far away, and the mood of the player was unknown. The sound of the piano was sometimes sad and sometimes cheerful. Xuan Yi raised his eyes and knew that the back mountain today should be occupied by others.
Playing the qin is in this place again, it should be the Lord Luo who lived in the temple last month.
Xuan Yi's steps paused, he hesitated, he came to the back mountain just to ask for a clean, he thought for a moment, and finally took a step and continued to walk forward, but only ten steps, the light wind blew the broken bamboo Ye revealed the woman sitting on the bluestone. She was wearing plain clothes with a few white lotuses on it.
Xuan Yi's eyes fell on her for a moment, and then he withdrew his gaze, but he still saw her cheeks without powder, as if pink and tender, and the beautiful eyebrows were knitted, as if she had encountered some trouble.
Xuan Yi took his eyes back for a moment before returning to the scriptures. He walked to the other side of the path. On this path, there were stone benches from time to time. In a higher place, there was a pavilion. Xuan Yi found a stone bench. , then he read the scriptures without distractions, the sound of the violin swayed his ears, but he did not take a single trace of his mind.
After he sat down, the woman playing the piano lifted her eyelids and looked at him. He turned his back to Luo Ran, his back was straight, and he recited the Book of Songs silently in his mouth, with a look of indifference and abstinence, Luo Ran's brows were dyed with a smile .
She thought about the appearance of him that she just saw out of the corner of the eye. It was very good that she could make the heroine fall in love at first sight. Since he was a monk since he was a child, he had no hair at all. He wore the simple monk clothes in the temple, but his eyebrows It's too like a painting, but it makes him look like an indifferent gentleman.
He lowered his eyebrows again, but the sound of the piano changed a bit, replaced by a soft tune, and slowly raised it away.
Xuan Yi frowned slightly. He had seen a lot of women, and he had also gone to the palace with his master. What's more, he was the son of the Houfu, he was no stranger to the sound of the piano, and even he was proficient in melody. At that time, when the master watched him bored in the house every day, he didn't know who he was listening to and asked him to learn.
The reason why he frowned was not because the woman played well or not, what's more, she played very well, but it was only good. It was superficial, and there was a carelessness everywhere. Even if he turned his back to her, he could feel it. to her absent-mindedness.
The hand turning over the scriptures paused for a while, Xuan Yi lowered his head, was finally disturbed by the sound of the piano, turned back to look at the woman, and as he thought, she rested her head with one hand, gently flicked the strings with the other, and her eyes were all over the place. Turning, she seemed to see his gaze in the end, she was startled, the beat of her subordinates suddenly became chaotic, she seemed to notice it, and stopped her hands in panic.
She frowned tightly, as if she was extremely guilty, put the piano aside, stood up with the skirt in one hand, lowered her head slightly, seemed to gather up her courage, looked at him more, her eyes showed that those women in the past saw His astonishing expression, but before he could frown, she withdrew her expression, and her eyes were clear again.
Xuan Yi's eyes were still indifferent, he looked at her quietly and seemed to hesitate for a while, then stepped up to him, lowered his head slightly, and seemed to blushed again, whispering:
"Master, did the little girl bother you?"
Xuan Yi stood up with the scriptures in his hand. The world always has a pity or two for beautiful women. Even though Xuan Yi was a monk since childhood, he was still a mortal. His eyes fell on her slender fingers, and these hands were just playing the piano. Xian, he lowered his eyes and came to a conclusion that these hands were pampered.
The next moment, Xuan Yi frowned. He seemed to think too much, so his thoughts were only for a moment. Looking at the woman in front of him, his face was slightly raised, and there was a look of doubt in his eyes. Xuan Yi put his hands together and said lightly:
"No, Lord Luo Shi is free."
Luo Ran didn't know if she believed it or not, but she nodded her head with crooked eyebrows, and looked at him more, her white hands suddenly twisted together, and said softly, "Master, the little girl can come here in the future. ?"
She seems to regard this place as his private domain, and now she asks for his master in advance, she unconsciously brings some requests in her eyes, and she frowns slightly, so that everyone in the world will follow her heart.
Xuan Yi narrowed his brows and his voice was clear: "This is not the place of Xuan Yi, Lord Luo Shi can do it himself."
She only thought that he agreed, she smiled and curled her eyelashes, and nodded to him with her hands folded, and happily returned to her previous position, Xuan Yi's eyes moved with her, until she sat down and raised her face to face It seemed to him that he only took his eyes back, and his eyes only fell on the scriptures for a moment, and the sound of the qin sounded again, but this time, it didn't seem to be as disturbing as before. On the contrary, Xuan Yi listened to the sound of the qin and became more absorbed in the Buddhist scriptures. .
In this way, he didn't know how long he watched, the sky had already darkened, and the sound of the piano had disappeared. Xuan Yi turned to look there, his eyes paused, she was not gone, but tired, so she put her hands on the piano, He fell asleep with his head resting on his arms.
Xuan Yi frowned and was a little embarrassed for a while. He didn't want to have any interaction with her, but if he went down the mountain like this, and she encountered danger here, he would be ashamed of himself and his eyes would not move. He stood up and approached Luo Ran step by step.
The steps stopped, and the look in his eyes seemed to fluctuate for a moment. The moonlight hit Luo Ran's pink cheeks softly, covering her with a layer of fluorescence, which was very similar to the seductive characters in the strange storybook he had read when he was a child. Spirit of spirit.
He regained his mind, did not touch her, but only shouted indifferently, "Lord Luo Shi."
His voice was not small, Luo Ran's eyelashes trembled and she was about to wake up. There was a hint of discomfort in her eyes, and she seemed to be looking at Xuan Yi with water light. Eyes, as if he couldn't believe that he fell asleep like this, he immediately sat up, blushing, and hesitantly:
"Master, I'm sorry, I..."
Xuan Yi interrupted her: "Nothing, you might go down the mountain?"
Luo Ran blushed and nodded again and again: "Master, the little girl can do it."
Xuan Yi turned around with the scriptures on his back, stopped looking at her, and said, "In this case, Xuan Yi will go down the mountain first."
Luo Ran was stunned. He didn't expect him to say such a thing. Looking at the dark bamboo forest again, a light wind blew, and the sound of "Shasha" sounded. Luo Ran's face suddenly turned pale, and he raised his hand and pulled Xuan Yi's sleeve, facing him. Xuan Yi's frowning brows did not loosen, but pitifully said in a low voice:
"Master, Master, don't go yet, I," she lowered her head slightly, and said somewhat restrainedly: "... I'm afraid."
Xuan Yi looked at her frightened pale face, and knew that what she said was true. He looked down and landed on the fingertips she was pulling on his sleeve. His eyes moved slightly, and he pulled out his sleeve. Her face turned pale again, and after a pause, she said:
"Xuan Yi sent the donor down the mountain."
Luo Ran breathed a sigh of relief, smiled gratefully at him, bit her lip, picked up the qin with difficulty, followed behind Xuan Yi, Xuan Yi frowned slightly, and took the qin in her hand. , In exchange for a smile with her brows and eyes, she suddenly felt the impatience in her heart softened a little.
Turning around and going down the mountain, he sent her to the wing. This was the first time he had come here since she moved in.
Xuan Yi returned the qin to her, and before Luo Ran could say "thank you", he turned around and left, leaving Luo Ran standing in the same place at a loss, and could only shout aloud:
"Thank you, Master Xuan Yi."
Xuan Yi turned his back to her and frowned, only feeling that the woman was too troublesome.
In the future, go to the back mountain less often.
After this day, Xuan Yi really seldom went to the back mountain. Luo Ran held the qin and went to the back mountain for more than half a month. Except for the first day, she had never met Xuan Yi, and she knew that Xuan Yi was hiding. myself.
Qi'er appeared silently, and said with some emotion, "It's the first time I've seen you deflated."
Luo Ran raised her eyebrows and looked at him: "Who said that? No matter how he reacts now, he still falls into my net in the end."
For her confidence, Qi'er never doubted, she looked indifferent, got closer to her, let her lean on him, closed her eyes, and looked at her quiet appearance, the expression in Qi'er's eyes seemed to soften. .
When the month of August was about to end, Luo Ran stopped him on the path that Xuanyi was returning to his room, and saw him standing there with a cold expression, looking at her lightly, without saying a word.
The weather was sultry and hot, Luo Ran was dressed in a white dress with a jasper hairpin slanted on her bun. She stood awkwardly on the spot and wanted to say something, but she didn't know how to say it. She frowned anxiously, Xuan Yijian said. With this appearance, her hand holding the scriptures tightened, and finally she asked:
"What is Lord Luo Shi doing to stop Xuan Yi?"
Luo Ran looked up at him, feeling a little disappointed and self-blame, and asked him, "Master Xuan Yi, do you think I'm too troublesome?"
Xuan Yi looked at her coldly: "What's the meaning of this?" In fact, he vaguely guessed what she was going to say, but he shouldn't have guessed.
Luo Ran bit her lips, clenched her handkerchief tightly, and took a step forward: "If not, why don't you go to the back mountain?"
Xuan Yi sighed in his heart, his expression remained unchanged, he withdrew his gaze from her, and turned to the back mountain: "Why did you go up the back mountain?"
"I..." Luo Ran pursed her lips, unable to speak.
Luo Ran frowned, thought for a moment, and finally said hesitantly: "Because... clean."
Xuan Yi nodded: "In that case, if Xuan Yi went, wouldn't it disturb the purity of the donor?"
"No, no!" Luo Ran hurriedly waved his hand and explained, "No, you didn't disturb me..."
Her expression suddenly stopped, as if she understood what he meant, and the look in her eyes suddenly dimmed, and she said in a loss: "It turned out that I disturbed the purity of the master."
Xuan Yi paused, although he did not go to the back mountain, there was indeed a reason for this, but what he said just now did not mean that.
Luo Ran raised her eyes to look at him, barely raised the corners of her mouth, forced a smile and said, "Master Xuan Yi can go to the back mountain in the future, if I don't go there."
After speaking, she seemed to be a little sad, her eyes were red, she lifted the skirt, and ran to her room without waiting for Xuan Yi to speak again.
Xuan Yi stood there, looking at her back, frowned, and didn't move for a long time, he was thinking, maybe his behavior was wrong? Maybe he shouldn't have gone to the back mountain at the beginning, after all, she didn't really bother herself.
On that day, Xuan Yi took the scriptures to the back mountain, but when he got to the back mountain, his eyes could not help but freeze, the person who said he would not come back did not appear, Xuan Yi lowered his eyebrows and sat in the original place. , quietly looked at the scriptures, but after a while, he raised his head and looked at the place where Luo Ran was before.
His mood was a little uncertain, Xuan Yi leaned slightly against the tree trunk behind him, silently reciting the Buddhist scriptures in his mouth, hoping to recover his mind, but his eyes still fell on that position from time to time, because, on that bluestone, her piano was still there. , seems to have been abandoned in general.
Before it was dark, Xuan Yi stood up, and he was about to leave, because he was absent, and reading the scriptures was just a blasphemy to the Buddha.
He took two steps, and finally looked back at the qin, his eyes moved, but in the end he didn't care about the qin, he was not a nosy person.
After four days like this, Xuan Yi would go to the back mountain every day, but that person was really like what she said, he had never been there once, and the qin was still there. Xuan Yi frowned slightly and looked at the Buddhist scriptures. After a few days, his mind had already settled down.
Even if he saw the qin again, his mood would not be the same as that day. Xuan Yi looked at the Buddhist scriptures, and before he knew it, the sky turned dark, but suddenly, he felt a little cold on the top of his head. Drizzle fell.
His face remained the same, and he carefully guarded the scripture, for fear of getting it wet, so he got up quickly and was about to go down the mountain, but just as he stepped on the path, he caught a glimpse of the qin from the corner of his eye, and his footsteps couldn't help but pause. Yes, if it gets wet with rain, I'm afraid it won't be able to use it again in the future.
He stood in the same place, the expression in his eyes changed for a moment, remembering the scene of her running away with red eyes that day, he finally sighed, walked over, picked up Qin, and walked down the mountain quickly, trying to protect the body of the piano, Get wet with rain.
The rain was getting heavier and heavier. Xuan Yi looked up at the gray sky, frowned, and walked around the path to Luo Ran's wing, where an oil lamp was lit. There was a soft dim light in the room, and Xuan Yi was there. After standing at the door for a while, he finally pursed his lips and knocked on the door.
"Squeak -" The door was opened from the inside, Luo Ran opened the door with a coat of coat, her eyes were slightly confused, as if she had just woken up from a dream.
Seeing her disheveled appearance, Xuan Yi frowned slightly, feeling a little unnatural in her heart. She took a step back and didn't turn her eyes away from looking at her. At this moment, her surprised and worried voice sounded:
"Master Xuanyi?"
She frowned and looked at his wet clothes with deep worry in her eyes. In a hurry, she suddenly reached out and grabbed him, and said hurriedly: "How did you do this? Come in quickly, Hide from the rain!"
Xuan Yi's expression suddenly changed, and he wanted to refuse, but was taken aback by her undisguised worry, and by mistake, she was dragged into her wing and waited to smell the fragrance that belonged to the woman in front of him. , he came back to his senses.
His expression changed, and the expression in his eyes was condensed. For the sake of his absent-mindedness, the person in front of him made him sit down, hurriedly ran to get a clean towel, and handed it to him with a trembling hand. Thinking of the difference between men and women, in such a dark night, the two stayed in the same room, under the soft light, her cheeks were red, but she still couldn't stop the worry in her eyes.
Xuan Yi lowered his eyes, did not take the towel, and put the qin in his hand on the table. At this moment, the woman in front of him saw the qin in his hand, looked up at him in disbelief, and bit her lips. Son, with a hint of indescribable expression, she whispered:
"Are you here to bring me the piano?"
Xuan Yi's expression is a little colder than before. His eyes are very similar to his mother, the daughter of a minor official. His coquettish eyes are very popular with Hou Ye. When honored, another person will die.
He usually looked indifferent, but no one looked directly at him too much. At this time, Luo Ran stared at him with a pair of beautiful eyes. He subconsciously looked away, and felt that it was too rude to do so, and replied:
"Ok."
It is not so much that he is colder than before, it is better to say that he does not know how to deal with this situation, so he uses this look to disguise.
Luo Ran didn't seem to know what he was thinking. She took a step forward with the clean cloth and held it in front of him. After attracting his attention, she said softly: "Master Xuanyi, please wipe it, don't let it go. To catch the cold."
Xuan Yi's eyes paused on the white cloth, but he didn't take it. He stood up, didn't look at her, and said indifferently, "Lord Luo Shi doesn't have to do this, Xuan Yi is leaving."
Xuan Yi turned around and wanted to leave, but Luo Ran stopped him from behind: "Wait a minute!"
Xuan Yi stopped, turned to look at her, but saw that she was the same as that time, her eyes were slightly red, and she said aggrievedly: "Does Master Xuan Yi hate me so much?"
Xuan Yi frowned slightly, wondering why she was doing this? He left her room earlier because of her consideration. How could the reputation of a girl's family be ruined by his monk's hands? He didn't understand her thoughts, but he didn't prevent him from answering her words:
"Lord Luo Shi, Xuan Yi doesn't hate you."
Luo Ran was anxious: "Then why did you avoid me when you met me?"
Xuan Yi looked up at her in astonishment, she seemed to realize that what she said was inappropriate, her face blushed, but she still looked at him stubbornly, Xuan Yi sighed and said: "Xuan Yi doesn't hate the donor, just, if It's getting late today, so Xuan Yi can't stay in Master Luo Shi's room."
At this point, Luo Ran also understood what he meant. She felt embarrassed because of her misunderstanding. She bit her lip and asked him expectantly: "Then, then you really don't hate me?"
Xuan Yi didn't understand why her eyes were so bright and hot all of a sudden, which made him avoid his eyes and said in a low voice, "Well."
She suddenly raised her eyebrows and smiled, looking at him with bright eyes in her eyes, and asked softly, "Then can I go to the back mountain in the future?"
Xuan Yi looked at the bright color in her eyes, and for some reason he remembered that the fireflies he had seen before were slightly bright, but they were very beautiful. His fingertips trembled, and he said with a frown:
"Naturally."
"Then you are not allowed to avoid me any more!" She still remembered what happened before, and it was as if he had to promise her before giving up.
Xuan Yi really likes the bright color in her eyes. He rarely likes the same thing, the only thing he likes is Buddhist scriptures, so he looked at her and replied, "Okay."
He didn't know what he meant by "okay", he only knew that she was smiling beautifully at this time, there was no need to red eyes, he breathed a sigh of relief, the inexplicable annoyance these days seems to be like this gone.
He nodded at Luo Ran and turned to leave. Luo Ran didn't hold back any longer, and sent him away with a smile.
It was still raining outside, and as soon as he took a step, Luo Ran's face changed slightly, frowning, and hurriedly said, "Wait a minute!"
Xuan Yi turned around suspiciously, wondering what happened to her? Seeing her turn and run towards the house, after a while, she came over with an oil-paper umbrella, her cheeks were pink, she turned her head slightly, handed the umbrella to him, and said softly:
"Xuan Yi, hold an umbrella, don't get caught in the rain again."
She changed her name and stopped calling him Master, but he didn't seem to hear it, took the umbrella in her hand, and inadvertently touched her fingertips, both of them couldn't help but pause, Luo Ran seemed to be electrocuted , immediately withdrew her hand, lowered her head blushing, a strand of hair scattered at the corner of her mouth, making her face too soft.
Xuan Yi didn't expect this to happen either, his face was a little unnatural, he glanced at her more, didn't speak, and left with an umbrella.
He didn't look back, naturally he didn't know. After he turned around, the blushing woman leaned slightly against the door rail, smiled, and looked at his back casually. Under the misty rain, he was holding an oil-paper umbrella. Wear cyan Luoshan, picturesque.
The trail no longer saw him, Luo Ran finally returned to the room, closed the door, and turned off the oil lamp.
Xuan Yi walked back for less than a moment, and then returned to his small courtyard. There was a jujube tree in his courtyard, the branches were slightly drooping, and there was a stone table and four stone benches below it. Pushing the door open, Xuan Yi closed the umbrella, bent down and placed it under the eaves, but before he could leave his hand, he picked it up again, took two steps aside, and placed it on the window.
Curing the unknown look in his eyes, his eyes paused on the umbrella before turning around and entering the house, closing the door and lighting the oil lamp. At this time, there was no one around. For some reason, he suddenly felt relieved. Relaxing, he took the scriptures he had been holding, and his eyes suddenly narrowed.
The scriptures are half wet.
He suddenly remembered that except for a few drops of water stains in the corners of the violin he was protecting, the rest of it was untouched.