Chapter 274

In the autumn when Fang Yuan was 13 years old, when he came home from school, he shouted his mother as usual, and ran to the kitchen to drink water.

That half scoop of cold water is definitely the bitterest cold water he has ever drunk in his life memory.

Because after drinking the cold water, he found that his parents were missing.

He is twenty-six years old this year, and his parents have been missing for thirteen years.

But he vowed that even after a hundred and thirteen years, he could still recognize his parents among thousands of people!

Just like when the Taoist nun stood up and walked to the other side of the house, her back was like a thunderbolt. She couldn't stand stably when she split the square and circle. He made her stop with the most terrible voice he could feel.

(at this moment, he had forgotten that he began to suspect that fan Yingying was not his own mother. After all, she had never given birth to a little sister named Xia Xiaoyun).

Taoist stopped.

"You, you turn around."

His fists were clenched tightly, and there were edges and corners bulging on his cheeks. It was a reaction of gritting his teeth too hard. Like a cheetah walking towards a little sheep step by step, he walked over with terrible hostility.

The Taoist turned slowly -- on her pretty face like white porcelain, it was like a sacred and inviolable halo. In her eyes that could see through the hearts of the people, she was indifferent and puzzled, just like her calm tone: "little monk, what's the matter with you?"

It's okay.

He was just stunned and looked at the Taoist aunt.

Just now those excited and abnormal emotions melted like ice and snow in the hot sun and turned into a daze of surprise.

The Taoist nun was younger than he thought. She looked like she was in her thirties: if her mother fan Yingying were still in front of him, she would be 50 years old.

Most importantly, this Taoist is many times more beautiful than fan Yingying!

Even if Fang Yuan feels that the most beautiful woman in the world is the son of her mother, she has to admit that Taoist nuns are much more beautiful than their mother 13 years ago.

Especially the skin is so good that people can only use the word 'exquisite'.

And that kind of dusty temperament, can it be compared with fan Yingying's housewife who revolves around the pot every day?

More importantly, there are no two warts (flesh moles) between the Taoist eyebrows and under the right corner of her mouth.

According to Fang Yuan's eyes, it can be determined that the Taoist aunt is not fan Yingying (besides, her figure is too slim than her mother. The sound is even more crisp, like orioles (birds singing).

But how could her back look like her mother?

How could it give Fangyuan that unspeakable sense of familiarity?

It is often said that there is an invisible family line between mother and son, which enables them to clearly feel each other no matter how many years they are separated, or even without looking with their eyes. They are the most important person in their life.

Fang Yuanming felt it.

The Taoist did not -- her clear eyes told him: your feeling is wrong.

"Little monk, what are you doing?"

The Taoist nun's clear eyes stared at the surrounding area quietly, as if it had been as long as a century before she asked again.

"Ah, nothing, nothing."

Fang Yuan just woke up from a dream, quickly moved his eyes, forced a smile and murmured, "I, I just saw the wrong person and thought you were the most important one in my life. Sorry. "

The Taoist nun's eyes moved, showing obvious sarcasm and coldness: "Oh, you're welcome, little monk. You're not the first to say you recognize the wrong person when you see me. Before you, many impure male lay men used this excuse to me, saying that I looked like their girlfriend who had been separated for several years. "

"No, no!"

Fang Yuan quickly raised his hand and denied, "I don't dare to offend you. I think, think..."

The Taoist nun seemed to have a basking smile on her mouth. When she was about to turn around, she was embarrassed, stared at her toes and whispered, "I just think you, you are like my mother."

When he finished saying this, he looked up, and then saw an obvious surprise on the Taoist's face, followed by ridicule and disdainful sneer: "little monk, your excuse is really unique. Hehe, I'm only 35 years old. How can I have a son as old as you? "

The Taoist nun's words made Fang Yuan's old face turn red all of a sudden: I really lost my adult!

If Fang Yuan had some lucky ideas just now, this idea has been completely destroyed.

Even if he is shameless and has to recognize a pretty Taoist as his mother, he can't find a thirty-five.

A mother who is only nine years older than herself is shameless to think about it.

"I'm sorry to bother you."

Fang Yuan can't guarantee that he will tell any jokes if he stays any longer. He quickly bends down and salutes deeply, and then turns to the door.

Oh.

God is sighing: silly boy, why do you always bend down? Did you know that when you said she looked like your mother, she trembled like electricity for a moment?

"Little monk, please stay."

Just as Fang Yuan came to the door, Taoist suddenly spoke.

Fang Yuan turned around and looked.

The Taoist nun also turned and walked to the house: "now that you're here, let's have dinner together -- it's our fate to meet today."

Fang Yuan wanted to say 'no' very much, but the Taoist nun's faint words seemed to have some magic, so that he couldn't refuse. He couldn't put a fart. He obediently turned and walked to the small wooden table and knelt down on the futon.

When the Taoist nun came out again, she had more rustic tableware (that is, ceramic bowls, green bamboo chopsticks, and a black pottery pot with hot water) in her hand. She came and put it on the table.

Looking at her back when she lifted the lid of the pot, there was a blank look in her eyes: like, too like, it was carved in a mold.

"Still looking at me, like your mother?"

The Taoist nun didn't look back, but she could guess what Fang Yuan was thinking.

"Ah, no, no -- it's like some. Please don't blame the Taoist priest. I don't have much insight."

Fang Yuan quickly denied.

"Nothing. Monks don't care about these things."

When the Taoist nun picked up a ceramic basin from the pot with a clean linen cloth, she asked casually, "little monk, your accent seems to come from the king of Tang."

"Taoist priest, my name is Fang Yuan. Square, square, round, round. My mother gave me -- cough, what, just call me my name. "

Fang Yuan coughed, "Taoist priest, do you know the king of Tang?"

"Well, when I was a child, I followed my master and stayed at the Qingfeng temple there for several years."

The Taoist explained, put the basin on the small wooden table, sat cross legged across the square, naturally picked up the spoon and began to serve him dinner: "so, when talking, we will also bring some accent there -- speaking, we are still half a fellow countryman. My name is Yan Si. "

"Yan Si? Is this your road sign? "

Fang Yuan was the first time to listen to this strange road sign, but he didn't notice Yan Si's action when serving him rice. Like fan Yingying, he knew that his son always liked to put vegetables in the middle of rice when eating rice, so he filled him half a bowl first and put a few pieces of rape before serving rice again.

Some habits, especially the habit of love, can be revealed inadvertently no matter how you hide it.

The second time she served food in the square bowl, Yan Si's action stiffened slightly and said, "it's a name and a road sign, whatever you think."

"Oh, I'll call you Taoist Yan."

Fang Yuan quickly took over the dishes and chopsticks.

Yan Si didn't speak any more. He filled himself with a meal and began to eat.

She doesn't speak, and it's hard for Fang Yuan to speak again.

Just about to get used to the wind and clouds, but I thought of something. After looking at Yan Si, I learned her appearance and ate it gently.

If Lin Er jokes that he is eating at a "Scholar", he will roll his eyes: do you care?

If Xia Xiaoyun laughs at him, whether it's her own sister or not, he will magnanimously say that she is mentally disabled.

If it is water shadow grass, I like not only riding a horse and whipping, but also eating Hesse.

But if Yan Si said about him, Fang Yuan would say softly: I'm right in front of you.

Yan Si said to him, "around, men eat so delicate, there is no masculinity."

"Really?"

Fang Yuan asked without raising his head, and put the bowl on his mouth. The chopsticks in his right hand were like Lu Wenlong's double guns. He shook up an illusion -- the fourth half bowl of Yan was not full, and his fourth bowl was empty.

Alas, careless Mr. Fang, why don't you think about it? Why should a handsome Taoist nun cook so many meals when she is alone?

No way, men are sometimes careless.

After eating and drinking, Fang Yuan didn't rush to brush the pot and wash the dishes, but his eyes were flat and looked at Yan Si busy.

He found that Yan Si's actions when doing housework were so pleasing to the eye, just like the flowing clouds in the sky, with no smoke and fire -- which fan Yingying didn't have.

"After a cup of tea, you should go."

After making a pot of wild tea, Yan Si said faintly, "men and women are different. It's inconvenient for you to stay here for a long time."

Fangyuan didn't plan to stay here for a long time. After drinking two cups of tea, he took out all the cash and put it on the table. He whispered, "Taoist Yan, I know monks don't care about these things. I just want to..."

He never thought that he would rack his brains to think of reasons when giving money one day.

Fortunately, Yan Si didn't refuse his kindness: "a simple meal is not worth it. Just a moment. I'll give you something. "

Without waiting for Fang Yuan to say anything, Yan Si got up and went into the house.

When she came out again, she had two small ceramic pots in her hand.

After putting the jar in front of Fang Yuan, she said, "one is the seed of an herb. It will be sown at this time and mature in 80 days. In one, the fried seeds can be directly imported -- well, it's a female product for detoxification and beauty, which has an effect you can't believe. "

Fang Yuan took the one that could be imported, saw some black seeds smaller than sesame, smelled more fragrant than fried sesame, and asked, "what kind of medicine is this?"

"This is what master Zeng brought back from a magical place in Mobei 70 years ago. It's called night purple tan. After decades of cultivation and research, it was determined that this thing has magical effects. "

Yan Si said faintly, "but we are monks. We won't do business with this. When we meet today, it's fate. It's also the return of your donation. "

Without waiting for Fang Yuan to refuse, Yan Si said, "if you don't accept it, take it out for me and throw it away."

She has said everything about this. Can Mr. Fang not?

"If you have nothing to do in the future, don't disturb my cleaning."

When Fang Yuan walked out of the gate of the Taoist temple with two black pottery pots bought for thousands of yuan, Yan Si said coldly, "our fate is over."

Fang Yuan was stunned and turned back -- the viewing door had been closed slowly.

He looked up and found that there was a plaque on it. He could vaguely see that there were three black words on it: desperate view.