Seeing that the two teenagers in front of him were worried about the name of a little baby, the old monk smiled and said, "The poor monk sees this child's eyes are clear, why don't you have a clear word."
Wei Helan both looked at the eyes of the little baby. The eyes of a newborn baby, without any worldly wind and frost, were indeed like a stream with a clear bottom.
"Qing." Wei read the word.
"Is Master Wei still satisfied with this clear word?" the old monk asked Wei Dao.
Wei lowered his head and asked the baby in his arms, "I'm calling you Qing, do you like it?"
The little baby sucked his little finger and looked at Wei with a smile.
"It seems that he likes it too," Lan smiled aside: "How did this child get into your hands and smile so happily?"
"I didn't decide whether to raise you or not!" Wei touched the baby's head with his forehead, and smiled, "Don't think that if you smile like this, I'll be soft-hearted."
"Wei, then he's called Qing?" Lan asked Wei.
"It is also a blessing for him to be named by a master," Wei said, "Let's call it Qing."
"Amitabha," the old monk chanted the Buddha's name, got up and said, "Thank you two donors for the water and snacks. It's getting late, and the poor monk has to leave."
Wei quickly got up to send them off, and asked, "Master, where did you practice?"
The old monk smiled and said, "The poor monk travels around the world and has no place to live."
"Traveling around the world?" Wei was obviously interested and said, "Where have the masters been?"
The old monk smiled and shook his head: "There are so many places that I can't remember most of them."
"Can't remember?" Wei Ma said: "Then why do you still want to travel around, Master?"
"Wei," Lan pulled Wei's sleeve next to him, "what did you say?"
"The two benefactors, please stay." The old monk was not annoyed, and after chanting the Buddha's name to the two young people, he left the farm's courtyard.
"You!" Lan watched the old monk walk away, and then said to Wei: "I spoke carelessly again, the master is old and doesn't remember the past, what's strange?"
Wei was a little embarrassed when he said this, and said: "How could I think so much, I wanted to ask him, what is fun and good-looking."
Lan said: "After the autumn harvest, we will go out to play. Last time we went to see the fireworks, this time we can go," Lan said, "Let's go to Jiangnan."
"Go to see Misty Rain in Jiangnan?" Wei Mulu said expectantly, "Then don't we want to go there in spring? What about the land here?"
Lan smiled and hugged Wei in his arms, and said, "We don't really have to rely on farming for a living, don't we have savings?"
"Then," Wei looked down at the little baby in his arms and said, "What about this child? Take it on the road as well?"
"His name is Qing," Lan said.
"Well, let's call Qing, what about Qing? He is so young, can he take him on the road?" Wei worried: "What if he gets sick on the road? We won't raise children! By the way," Wei Jiang Qing went to Lan's house. He put it on his hand and said, "I'll go find some clothes for him. Just bring him here. There's not even a child's clothes at home!"
Lan returned Vera to his arms and said, "Uncle the village chief will definitely bring it to us in a while. Qing is the one who brought it back. He won't ask him."
"Why does he always look at me and laugh?" Wei asked Lan, pointing or looking at Qing, who was grinning with a small mouth.
"It means he likes you!" Lan pecked behind Wei's ear.
"Someone's here!" Wei hurriedly turned around and returned to the hospital, looking a little annoyed.
"I didn't see anyone when I looked around." Lan hugged Qing and chased Wei back to the courtyard.
"Do you have clairvoyance?" Wei stood in the courtyard and glared at Lan.
"Your little daddy is angry," Lan lowered his head and asked Qing Dao in his hand, "What should we do?"
"How old is he, how could he possibly understand you?" Wei Le said, "Lan, you are stupid!"
Lan came to Wei in one step and said, "You call me stupid again, eh?"
Wei turned around and was about to run, saying, "Yeah, you're an idiot! Lan idiot!"
Lan hugged Wei in one hand and Qing in the other, turning around on the spot and saying, "It seems that I haven't taught you a lesson for a long time! Now I'm getting more and more presumptuous!"
"Then, Mr. Lan, please forgive Xiaoxiao this time," Wei Ying said in a playful manner, "Xiaoxiao will never dare again next time."
"It's too late!" Lan turned around a little faster again.
Wei laughed and said, "Lan is a fool!"
"I won't let you down!" Lan pretended to threaten.
"But the fool is also the fool I like!" Wei Da laughed and said, "It's my favorite fool!"
If it hadn't been for a Qing in his hand, Lan would have wanted to carry this charming little thing of his own back to the room to "rectify the Fa on the spot".
Qing was in Lan's hand and laughed along with Wei.
"Forgive you this time," Lan put down Wei before his heart lit up and said, "Let's cook some porridge today. I'll go to the village chief's uncle's house and ask to see what Qing can eat."
"Okay," Wei hugged Qing, and said, "You have to ask again, how old is Qing, and what the eight characters of his birthday are, we can't be ignorant of these."
Lan turned her face away and smiled. It seemed that the village chief was right. Wei was just saying, how could he not like children
"What is that?" Wei noticed a string of beads on the small table under the grape trellis, and asked Lan hurriedly.
Lan and Wei walked to the table together.
"Did the master fall?" Lan asked Wei.
Wei bent down and picked up a piece of paper from under the table.
Lan looked at the piece of paper and said, "The Buddha beads are given to those who are destined."
"This is what the master left to Qing?" Wei said suspiciously, "Didn't he always say that there is no fate?"
Lan asked Wei, "What should I do now?"
"You go after him," Wei picked up the Buddha beads from the table, and before he could take a closer look, he shoved it into Lan's hand and said, "He can't walk very fast as an old man, you go after him and pay him back. Now, how can we want other people's things for no reason?"
Lan hurriedly chased out the door with the Buddha beads.
Wei hugged Qing and waited outside the bamboo fence.
The village is not big, Lan came back in a short while, looked at Wei and shook his head and said, "I chased out of the village very far, and I haven't seen the master's figure."
Wei took the string of beads from Lan's hand and took a closer look, only to find that it was actually a string of beads made of black jade and colored glass.
"It seems to have been burnt by fire," Lan also looked at the bead and pointed to several marks on the bead to Wei Dao.
Wei took a look and saw that there were many yellow marks on this string of beads, "It was burned by fire, how could the master send this clear?"
Lan said: "It looks pretty."
Wei held up this string of black jade and glazed beads and asked Qing in his arms: "Qing, are you destined to us, or is that master destined to you?"
Qing Zaiwei's small eyes narrowed with a smile in Wei's arms.
Fate of this thing, who can really tell