"It should be a woman..." Fang Zheng muttered.
Just then, a burst of music sounded in my ears.
"The clock on the windowsill ticks.
It's raining outside the window
i stared
dusty guitar
It's just that the string of love is loosened
I am in a vase
crying lily
…”
"Master, what kind of song is this? It's very nice... but a little sad." Honghai'er asked curiously.
Fangzheng looked up and saw a pot of lilies placed on the balcony on the third floor. The window was open, and the white window screen was dancing gently with the wind. A wind chime hung on the window, dancing with the wind and emitting sounds. The tinkling sound seems to be dancing to the song.
The music stopped before the song was finished, and I didn't know what happened in the room.
"Master, I want to ask you, what song is this?" Honghai'er asked.
Fang Zheng said: "I heard the crying lily when I was a teacher. Not many people listen to it now..." Fang Zheng rarely listens to popular songs now, and he doesn't know if anyone still listens to him now. Songs from that era when I was young. Maybe, but most of them are the nostalgic group of people...
Fang Zheng shook his head. This song reminded him a lot. He thought of the rustling sound of pens rubbing against paper in the classroom when he was in school. He thought of the symbols written in chalk on the blackboard that made him dizzy. The girl he had secretly seen...
"Crying Lily? It sounds very sad. Forget it, I don't want to think about it anymore." Red Boy muttered.
At this moment, an exclamation suddenly came from upstairs: "Ah! Be careful!"
Snapped!
Fang Zheng only felt something hit his head, and then a piece of soil, tiles fell, and a flower fell down. Fang Zheng grabbed the flower and the petals shook, but did not scatter.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." A girl exclaimed from upstairs.
Fang Zheng pulled the dirt off his bald head and looked up to see a girl in somewhat neutral clothing speaking nervously before shrinking back.
"No, your head is exposed, and you still want to run? Don't you know what it means to be able to run? A monk can run to the temple?" Red Boy shouted.
Boom!
Fangzheng raised his hand and gave Honghai'er a slap in the face. What was this naughty kid talking about? They are the monks, okay
Hong Hai'er said dissatisfied: "Master, your words are rough and irrational, that's what it is. Who is this person? The flower pot fell and hit someone, but he even shrank back and stopped saying anything..."
"Who is silent?" At this time, a panting female voice came, and then a girl with a long ponytail ran over. She had pink eyes, thin lips, and some tough lines, and she looked very handsome. Spirited and energetic. Wearing jeans and a T-shirt, looking a bit androgynous...
"What did you do?" Red Boy asked, pointing to the square flower pot on the ground.
The girl blushed and said, "I did it. That, I'm sorry... are you okay?" Looking at Fang Zheng, the girl's face turned even redder. At the same time, she secretly breathed a sigh of relief. No one was killed by the flowerpot. She was really Amitabha. At the same time, she was extremely curious. What kind of head did this monk have? The flowerpot that fell on the third floor, if you smash it, nothing will happen...
"Amitabha, donor, don't worry, the poor monk is fine." Fang Zheng is indeed fine. The moon-white monk's robe protects his body. Not to mention a flowerpot, even a bomb will be fine. Since it's okay, why bother making things difficult for others
Hong Hai'er was unhappy and said: "What do you mean it's okay? My master was smashed..."
"Then what do you want?" The girl also noticed that the big monk was easy to talk to, but this little thing that looked like a porcelain doll was quite difficult to deal with.
Hong Hai'er thought for a while and said, "At least you have to take care of the food, right?"
Fang Zheng just wanted to teach Hong Boy a lesson, but when he heard it, it seemed to make sense... It was almost noon, no one was in charge of food, and he was sitting on the curb starving again.
The girl was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said: "I thought it was a big deal, okay, I'll take care of the food! Okay?"
Hong Hai'er showed a proud smile, but still glanced at Fang Zheng. Fang Zheng smiled bitterly and said, "Donor, this poor monk is a naughty disciple, please don't take it to heart." He directly opened his mouth to beg for food. Fang Zheng was really a little embarrassed to let him speak. Absolutely no.
Hong Hai'er was immediately discouraged. He discovered that this master was really unable to hold up the wall with mud! He laid the groundwork so well, but in the end he still fell short.
However, the girl smiled: "I don't mind it, but I must treat you to a meal. By the way, can I ask a question?"
Fang Zheng asked: "What does the donor want to ask?"
"Are you really a monk?" The girl's big eyes were shining, obviously she was really curious.
Fang Zheng nodded and said: "Amitabha..."
"Isn't this nonsense? If my master were not a monk, there would be no monks in the world." Hong Hai'er said confidently. Even he, a boy who scattered wealth under the Bodhisattva, was thrown in and trained. Such a monk can still Could it be fake
However, when his words fell into the girl's ears, they turned into a joke, and they were just treated as childlike remarks and not taken seriously. But one thing was certain. The monk in front of me was indeed a monk. He satisfied his curiosity and clapped his hands and said, "Okay, let's go, let's go have a big dinner!"
"Uh, why don't you go to your house to eat?" Honghai'er wondered. The girl's home was upstairs, so why did she go out
The girl blushed and said: "Well... I can't cook..."
"Where are your parents?" Honghai'er asked.
"It's not here. If it were, it would be easy." The girl shook her head bitterly.
However, Fang Zheng saw a cunning look in the girl's eyes. She was obviously lying, but it didn't matter. Fang Zheng didn't have to go to her house for dinner.
We had lunch at a small restaurant. Fang Zheng and Hong Hai'er each ordered a bowl of clear noodle soup. The girl sat next to him with a look of surprise on his face, his big eyes rolling around without knowing what he was thinking. From time to time, he would secretly look at Fang Zheng and Hong Hai'er.
But they found that the two of them really didn't seem to dislike it. Instead, they ate with gusto. In the end, they even drank the soup without wasting any of it.
Especially Fang Zheng, every move has a hint of Zen, as if there is no fireworks, neither fast nor slow, which makes people feel very comfortable, as if what is sitting there is not a person, but a tree or a grass. , a mountain, naturally, it should be there. It will never appear obtrusive, but it makes people feel peaceful and very comfortable.
After finishing the meal, Fang Zheng clasped his hands and said, "Amitabha, thank you so much for the donor."
"You're welcome, this is what I should do..." The girl waved her hands quickly, and then asked: "Are you really a monk?"
Fang Zheng: “…”
Red Boy simply rolled his eyes.
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(End of chapter)