Chapter 1212

Surprisingly, Xiao 15 was able to keep up with their ideas. Over time, Li Qinian sent Xiao 15 to Ji's home.

"Uncle Shen, do you cook in your family?"

Xiao 15 was just over the stove. He rolled up his sleeves, brought a small stool and stepped on it to wash vegetables for Shen Nian.

Shen Nian has loved fifteen since he was a child. Unexpectedly, he cleaned the meat:

"Ah Ji's cooking is probably not to your taste."

Not to my taste

"It's terrible?"

Fifteen straight translated for Shen one year.

Shen Nian just smiled and didn't admit it.

As soon as season entered the door, he heard their dialogue.

He looked at Shen Nian: "it's really bad?"

So he's been eating for so long?

Shen Nian hooked his lips: "it's not bad."

Xiao 15 nodded vaguely, as if he understood something.

Not bad.

That probably means it's terrible.

Xiao 15 stayed at home for half a month.

When the season is busy, Shen Nian takes him to check the data.

After getting along for a long time, he found that Xiao 15's sensitivity to weapons, making and making was surprisingly high.

He told the season the conclusion he found. The other party was silent for a while and didn't say much.

Only the next day, two more classes were added to the schedule of the 15th grade——

Principles of martial arts capture and bullet.

……

Louchengxiao has been away for five years.

The day after he left, Li Qinian found that his body had changed.

She could hear other people's conversations from a long distance.

She could gradually see things thousands of miles away.

Not only that, there are more and more fragments in her mind.

She often dreamed of temples with smoke curling from cooking and dense scriptures.

She even remembered the first time she saw Jiang Wang.

Old man Jiang took Xiaojiang's hand and handed him over to the abbot himself.

The little boy is so beautiful.

This was the first thought that flashed through her mind.

Xiaojiang is dressed in a neatly pressed suit with red lips and white teeth. He is noble and elegant like the little prince in a fairy tale.

His eyelashes are even longer than hers, but I don't know if they are more than hers.

You must count when you have a chance.

She thought silently in her heart.

……

The beautiful new brother seems to be a mute.

This is the conclusion drawn by Li Qinian after three days of observation.

The little mute seems unhappy every day.

This is her second conclusion.

Master said to help others and make good friends.

Li Qinian held the greasy chicken leg in his hand and resolutely went up to say hello.

"Little benefactor, Amitabha."

If you say hello like this, it will appear that she is a professional monk.

Jiang Wang's eyes were empty, staring at the orange sunset in the distance, and didn't look back.

Li Qinian blinked and didn't care about the new partner's indifference. He sat down directly on the big stone, although the stone was covered with dust.

Xiaojiang's eyes suddenly moved for a moment.

The little monk's hair was shaved, and her big head, Cheng Liang, looked tiger headed. Her bright black eyes made her look a little more aura.

Li Qinian smiled heartlessly and stretched out his hand:

"Little benefactor, I'll treat you to chicken legs."

Xiaojiang stared at her greasy mouth and looked down at the chicken leg handed to her.

Um.

Has been bitten.

He didn't reach out.

"I knew you didn't like chicken legs."

Li Qinian laughed more happily, grabbed the chicken leg and chewed it up.

It's insincere.

A thought flashed through Jiang Xu's heart.

Li Qinian didn't leave after eating chicken legs. He silently watched the whole sunset with him.

……

Next time we meet.

She was punished by the abbot for copying scriptures.

Jiang Wang is the supervisor.

In the meditation room, Li Qinian took a brush and pretended to write. From time to time, she stole a few eyes at Jiang Wang. After finding that Jiang Wang was only in a daze and didn't care about her, she completely released herself.

Go to this corner for a while, and then go to that corner for a while. It's like a flower butterfly that can't rest all the time.

"He" always looks like a dirty bag.

Jiang Wang thought silently in his heart.

The little cassock Li Qinian was wearing was slightly white because it had been washed too many times, and the skirt was stained with dew and soil in the morning.

What's more outrageous is that there is a hole at the bottom of the cassock.

It was cut by a branch while climbing a tree to steal peaches this morning.

This is why she was punished for copying scriptures.

After a long time of spirit, Li Qinian finally fell asleep on the desk. She narrowed her eyes, raised her hand and rubbed her eyes. Her arm crossed the brush covered with ink, and there were a few more ink marks on the cassock.

Then she turned over.

His red sleeping face pressed on his sleeves stained with ink.

Now, the dirty bag is really a dirty bag.

Not surprisingly, Li Qinian was punished again.

But this time, it was a penalty to clean the library.

Jiang Wang became a supervisor again.

Because the abbot said he was destined to "him".

He doesn't know if it's fate.

It's true that there is hatred.

Because the dirty bag soiled his suit again.

Every time "he" dirtied himself, it was not enough. He always accidentally dirtied his clothes, then blinked and looked at him with an apologetic face.

"Amitabha, sin."

How could there be such a rogue little monk.

He thought.

……

Li Qinian makes trouble every day. As a supervisor, it's difficult for him not to see "him".

This little monk who likes to make trouble seems to have great strength.

Especially every time he steals a peach and is chased by his master's house.

Pull him to run fast.

Although he didn't understand that he didn't steal peaches, why did he run away with him.

……

The first time he spoke to the little monk was on the day of the Jiang family's parents' Memorial Day.

The black ashes of the burning paper money were waving their teeth and claws in the fire. He mechanically threw the paper money into the brazier. Obviously, the fire was burning vigorously, but he felt a little cold inexplicably.

Li Qinian learned his movements and threw paper money into the brazier. The little monk was not old and no relatives died around him. He still remained vague about the Qingming Festival.

"He" leaned against him, and they snuggled up to keep warm in the cold wind.

The little monk slapped him on the back with clumsy hands in a serious tone:

"... don't be sad, little mute. I'll be good and don't make trouble in the future."

"He" sat with him all night. At dawn in the distance, the little monk finally couldn't resist sleep and fell asleep on his shoulder.

the second day.

Li Qinian, who had been blowing the cold wind all night, caught a gorgeous cold.

Her illness was like a mountain. She was lying in bed for a week. She was weak in speech. After seven days of suffering, Li Qinian regained her vitality.

But since then, she really never made trouble again.

The trouble maker suddenly stopped. The senior brothers in the whole temple sighed at the strange image. The abbot looked at Xiaojiang and said in silence——

"Amitabha."