Mid-mountain Temple

It was originally rustling with snow, but in a few minutes it was sweeping across the world. Silver snow filled the sky, green tiles on the eaves were instantly covered with white clothes.

As the sky gradually fades, the distant mountains are like giant beasts hiding, falling snow and falling mountains, and black and white gradually gradually.

Occasionally, a tit swooped past, leaving overhead footprints.

Song Fengwan stood at the door, looking at the heavy snow, biting his lip and looking at Fu Chen on one side, "Third Master, when will the snow stop? I really can't go back."

Last time I went to the ski resort with Fu Chen alone, something happened, this time...

"Even if you stop, you can't go down the mountain. The road is full of snow. The winding highway is not cleaned. It's even more dangerous to drive when it's dark." Fu Chen drank hot tea, "Don't stand at the door and come in and sit for a while."

"Can't go back?" She still didn't give up.

"This snow probably will be in the middle of the night. I can't joke about your life safety." Fu Chen said it for granted.

"But……"

"San Master." A five or six-year-old novice monk came in, "The master asked me to tell you that the snow is very heavy, so I told you not to leave tonight."

He had red lips and white teeth, scars on his head. He was not old and was like an adult.

"Okay." Fu Chen squatted down, his eyes level with him, and reached out to wipe off the melting snow water from his little head.

Song Fengwan turned his head to look at him. She didn't expect Fu Chen to be so kind and close to the children.

I must like children, if he has children in the future...

Song Fengwan coughed twice, and he wanted to go wherever he wanted.

"But the master said that there is no heating stove in the temple room, so you can sleep with me tonight. My room is big." He said very seriously.

The temple is not as good as the city, and there is no full heating, and it is all about burning coal for heating.

"Well, please say thank you to your master." Fu Chen smiled.

"Then I'll call you to have dinner later." After the little shaman said that, he greeted Song Fengwan and walked out.

The food in the temple is vegetarian. Maybe because I knew Fu Chen’s birthday today, I prepared a longevity noodles for him.

After dinner, the two chatted with several masters. They had evening classes, so they asked the little novice monk who had just passed to take them back to the house.

There is nothing for entertainment here, and you will go back to your room to sleep at five or six o'clock.

Song Fengwan never felt that the night was so long.

"Here, come in quickly." The little shaman pushed open the door. The mountains were cold, and the cracks in the windows were wrapped in plastic, which was not airtight. As soon as he pushed open the room, he smelled the pungent smell of burning coal. A hole was opened on one side for ventilation.

only……

A room of more than ten square meters, except for a table, it is a kang head against the wall.

This is the expression, there is only one bed.

"Sleep here?" Song Fengwan didn't dislike the environment here, but three people were crowded together? "How can I sleep here?"

"Lying down and sleeping." The little novice monk said very seriously.

He climbed onto the kang and moved his bedding to the side, moving neatly.

Song Fengwan was blocked by his words for a long time without saying a word. Instead, Fu Chen stood beside him and kept curling his lips.

"I'll go to my senior brother's side to bring you two quilts." The little shaman was doing things quickly and had already kicked his feet and walked out.

"I'll go with you." Fu Chen could not let a child carry the quilt.

Song Fengwan looked at the kang and paced back and forth in the room, nervous and uneasy.

Fu Chen had just left the house with the little shaman, and the child immediately held his hand.

"Uncle San, did I behave very well just now?" He was still as an adult as soon as possible, but now he looked innocent and charming.

"Yeah, it's very good." Fu Chen held his hand.

"Are you chasing her? Do you like her? Do you want to marry her as a woman?"

Fu Chen chuckled, "Wife? Where did you learn this word?"

"Senior brother said that some of them have to return to secular life and go home to get married."

"Huaisheng." Fu Chen lowered his eyes and looked at him, "Do you want to go down the mountain to go to school?"

Huaisheng thought for a moment and shook his head, "The master is old, I want to take care of him, and my ideal is to be a host."

Fu Chen sneered, he was not old and thought a lot.

Fu Chen comes here many times every year, burning incense and praying for blessings. When he met Huaisheng, he was only more than two months old.

He was an abandoned baby, and was thrown into the mountains, picked up by a pilgrim, and called the police. At that time, the place where he was abandoned was the temple. The pilgrim sent him, but he was afraid of causing trouble. The police did not come and left.

There is no monitoring in the mountains and temples, and there is nowhere to find anyone.

The police took the child back for half a month, but did not find his biological parents, so they planned to send him to the orphanage. Thinking that the temple would take him in for a few days, they said to the master in the temple.

After all, he had a connection with the temple, so the master took him back and raised him. In the household registration book, his master was his biological father.

"Uncle San, if you get married, will you have candy? Those senior brothers will bring me candy when they come back from marriage." The mountain is poor, and Fu Chen would bring him some food and a few bags of candy, and he ate it for more than half a year.

"I told you that if you want to eat, call me."

"The master said you're busy."

Huaisheng knew since childhood that he was an abandoned baby, and he was inferior in his heart and never wanted to bother others.

"I'm not busy." Fu Chen led him to the other side of the Zen room.

"Uncle San..."

"Um?"

"Your wife is so beautiful." His little face turned red with cold, and he grinned at him with a grin.

Fu Chen made a mistake and was sooner or later angry by this child. Where did he learn this wrong word?

Fu Chen returned to the room with two quilts in his arms, and Song Fengwan was stunned. How could he sleep this night? I was so worried.

"Third Master, I'll do it." Song Fengwan reached out to take the quilt and tidied it up on the kang.

Huaisheng moved his quilt to the edge with a very sensible attitude.

"You sleep in the middle." Song Fengwan looked at him with a sincere look on his face.

"I don't sleep well, so my senior brother doesn't want to be in the same room as me. I'm afraid I'll kick you, so I'll sleep next to me." Huaisheng was very considerate and patted the position beside him, "San Master, just sleep in the middle."

Fu Chen nodded, his face was full of wind and waves.

"Then you rest first, I'll go to evening class." Huaisheng jumped out of bed and ran out, and also thoughtfully helped them close the door.

Song Fengwan sat by the bed and didn't dare to climb up at all.

Fu Chen started to make the bed until his cell phone rang, and he turned his head and looked at the landline phone at home.

"Hey——" Fu Chen sat by the bed, feeling calm.

"San Master, when will you and Wanwan come back?" Uncle Nian looked at Gao Xue. The teacher sat there for almost two hours. Without mentioning leaving, he would not be able to drive people away.

"I won't go back tonight."

Uncle Nian was stunned, "Then..."

"I encountered snow on the mountain and couldn't go back. I lived in the temple. Please tell me and her cousin."

"Wanwan's teacher is here, I've been sitting for a long time." Uncle Nian walked aside with the phone and muttered in a low voice.

"Which teacher?"

"It's said it's from the tutoring class, and his surname is Gao."

Fu Chen frowned, "Please go out!"

Uncle Nian looked slightly suffocated. He heard Fu Chen’s tone was wrong, so he didn’t look into it.

In the capital of Yunjin

Uncle Nian hung up the phone and was about to call her to leave. Duan Linbai got down from the building with anger. When he saw a guest, his pupils shrank slightly...

"Oh my god!" He turned his head and ran upstairs.

He was also wearing pajamas, which damaged his image.

Gao Xue had long noticed that someone went downstairs, but she never thought it was Duan Linbai, and her mind immediately buzzed.

A few minutes later, footsteps came, and she immediately stood up and subconsciously tidied up her clothes. This time it was not Duan Linbai, but the cold-faced plague god I met in the tutoring class that day.

Josieyan was wearing a shirt, rolled up her sleeves, and holding a knife in her hand. Her hair was messy and wild and unruly.

"Mr. Qiao, you've calculated it. I'm still thinking about whether to ask you to come down for dinner." Uncle Nian looked at him with a smile. He said he wanted to polish the jade and not let people disturb him. Uncle Nian naturally knew the fun.

"Yeah, it's almost over."

Qiao Xiyan's eyes fell on Gao Xue, which scared her heart to tremble.

"Hello, I am Song Fengwan's teacher." Gao Xue hurriedly greeted him.
To be continued...