Chapter 750

In fact, mu Qingge's hobby is sometimes more or less, because her hobby is always different from that of ordinary women.

For example, she likes skiing, riding and shooting, and even a pile of dirty snow. She can play happily for a long time without fear of cold, without making a few careful snowmen.

However, there are few things that women really like.

For example, the piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, such as needlework, sometimes let her do these, with her eight life hatred, is torture her.

In fact, it's not like what she would do.

Rong Jue's own interest was also average. However, he saw that she was really in a strong interest. When he held his arm and shook it, his eyes were bent and smiling as if they were carrying stars. At night, they were bright enough to attract people's soul!

He saw a heart suffocated, voice slightly dumb way: "good."

Mu Qingge cheered, "the Lord is so good."

Rong Jue touched her head with a helpless smile.

She asked for something, and he would go through fire and water!

"Shall we go back to the master now?" Mu Qingge raised her face and looked at the acacia tree shaking its branches and leaves in the wind, "or go back to the room first, write our wishes well, and then give it to the master Kaiguang?"

"You don't have to stick to these little details." Rong Jue patted her head, took her hand, and went back the same way: "it's getting late. We'll go there early and return early. The master should have ink, paper and inkstone there, so we won't care to use them for us."

Other people see two people like this, also unconsciously interesting or how, also followed up.

The master was not surprised to see them return: "I don't know why you are going back?"

Rong Jue said that he was coming. With a kind smile, the master immediately asked the little master to study more ink and take out some paper for them to use. He bowed to the Buddha statue with his hands together and stood out.

"Little song, what are you going to write?"

Duanmu Liuyue didn't know what he thought of. He seemed to be nervous holding the paper.

Mu Qingge saw him for the first time and raised his eyebrows: "what you ask for is not related to the little star, is it?"

"Long winded!" Duanmu Liuyue is not happy. She stares at mu Qingge angrily: "don't you say it doesn't work if you want to say it? Why do you want to say it now that you are right?"

Mu Qingge gave him a white eye, cool way: "since you know, why ask me to write?"

Duanmu Liuyue said: "I'm not curious?"

"Ha ha." Mu Qingge sneered two times and replied, "I guess it casually, don't I?"

Duanmu Liuyue was angry.

"Ah, ah Suddenly, Rong Ying screamed twice and pulled mu Qingge's arm with a sad face: "sister-in-law Siwang, why don't you tell me earlier that when you make a wish, you can't say it? Now Xiao Wang has led several people to tell them! "

Mu Qingge speechless help forehead: "you this is what eccentric good, others don't ask you, but you want to pull to say?" Who's to blame for being so cheap?

Blame her?

"I, I..." Rong Ying regrets.

"Well, don't think so much about it." Mu Qingge patted the young man's beautiful face, and told him a way that was not a way: "thousands of wishes, what if you say one or two, just think of two more wishes."

Rong Ying is not stupid and mutters unhappily: "but I want to realize the two wishes that I want to give you."

"Then you can still make those two wishes." Mu Qingge said: "if the Buddha has the Tao, if he has the heart, he will be wise."

"I've told others all my wishes, but the Buddha certainly thinks that Xiao Wang has no intention." Rong Ying is a little broken child in the end, with rich imagination. "In this way, it's a waste of tonight's wish."

Mu Qingge squinted, stretched out his hand in his face and pulled it hard. He asked with a smile: "then tell me, what do you want to do?"

Rong Ying wrinkled a handsome face and was about to open her mouth. Rong Jue didn't know when he was coming. She glanced at the boy coolly. "I think it's hot in the room. Do you want to go out to cool off?"

"No, no, No

Rong Ying shivered at this. She was really afraid that Rong Jue would throw him out of the door. She waved her hand and ran away.

Mu Qingge had no choice but to say, "you can still cure people."

Rong Jue couldn't deny it, glancing at the white paper on her hand: "you and I are the most advanced, but so many people have written, but you haven't written anything yet?"

Mu Qingge put out his tongue and sighed: "in fact, I was just in high spirits. However, when I came in and started writing, I found that I didn't know what I wanted."

"No desire, no desire?" Duanmu Liuyue suddenly reappeared and tut tut said: "little song, are you in a good mood and easy to be satisfied, or do you have nothing to ask for when Rong Jue gives you too much?"

After hearing this, Rong Jue looked at mu Qingge.

His eyes were burning.

"Actually, they all have." When mu Qingge saw that Rong Jue had been staring at her, he knew that Rong Jue was concerned about Duanmu Liuyue's words. Looking at it, he said with a smile, "what I want is that everyone in my family is safe and contented. Now, I have it all. "

She came to this world, equivalent to no father, no mother, had no care.

Now, she has Rong Jue who loves her very much, a very healthy baby in her arms, a little fart child and a confidant. She is very satisfied. In fact, her life is complete.

If she can do this all the time, she will have nothing for her life.

After hearing this, Rong Jue laughed.

Yes, in fact, it doesn't matter if a person asks for too much or too little. What he cares about is the people around him.

"Tut tut!"

Duanmu Liuyue looks at mu Qingge and Rong Jue with a smile. He only feels sour in his mouth and heart. Of course, the most important thing is envy. If he is like them in the future, he can ask for nothing.

"Then you don't write?" Rong Jue gently touched her head.

Mu Qingge tilted his head to think about it, worshipped the Buddha and said, "then I'll be greedy and have more wishes."

"Good."

Rong Jue stood aside and gave her space to write her wishes.

Mu Qingge wrote it after a few strokes. She blew the paper a few times. When the ink was dry, she looked around and found that everyone had gone out. There was only Rong Jue and her left.

As she folded the paper, she asked, "did you write it, too?"

"Well." Rong Jue nodded. After she folded it, she took her hand and walked out. Mu Qingge was a little excited. As she walked, she chirped in Rong Jue's ear: "let's go faster. It's not short for us to come out. The little boy must be bored alone in the room."

Rong Jue held her: "slow down, with the housekeeper, don't worry."

Mu Qingge nodded and said with a smile, "come here tomorrow and ask him to write some wishes. Then you can hold him and let him hang them up in person. When he grows up, it will be very interesting to take a look at it. "

Rong Jue nodded with a smile: "OK."

Mu Qingge was relieved to see him like this.

At least, he forgot about that one, which she had just slipped into the master's desk when there were too many people.