As soon as Ji Ji entered the door, he heard the conversation between the two.
He looked at Shen Nian Nian: "Is it really delicious?"
?Then he still ate for so long?
Shen Yiannian curled his lips: "It's not bad to eat."
Xiao Shiwu nodded in understanding, as if he understood something.
It¡¯s not bad to eat.
That probably means it¡¯s hard to eat.
Xiao Shiwu stayed at Ji Ji¡¯s house for half a month.
When he is busy with work during the season, Shen Nian will take him to check the information together.
After getting along for a long time, he found that Xiao Shiwu was surprisingly sensitive to weapons manufacturing.
He told Ji Ji the conclusion he had discovered. The other party was silent for a while and said nothing more.
It¡¯s just that the next day, there are two more classes on Xiaoshi¡¯s class schedule¡ª¡ª
?? Martial arts grappling and gun bullet principles.
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It has been five years since Lou Chengxiao left.
The day after he left, Li Qinian discovered that his body had changed.
From a long distance away, she could hear other people's conversations.
She can gradually see clearly things thousands of meters away.
Not only that, there were also more and more fragments in her mind.
She would often dream about temples with smoke curling up from cooking kitchens and densely packed scriptures.
She even remembered the first time she saw Jiang Wan.
Mr. Jiang took Xiao Jiangwan¡¯s hand and handed him over to the abbot himself.
This little boy is so beautiful.
This was the first thought that flashed through her mind at that time.
"Xiao Jiangwan was wearing a neatly pressed suit, with red lips and white teeth. He looked noble and elegant like the little prince in a fairy tale.
His eyelashes are actually longer than hers, but I don¡¯t know if they have more eyelashes than hers.
??Be sure to count carefully when you have the opportunity.
She thought silently in her heart.
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The new pretty guy seems to be mute.
This is the conclusion Li Qinian came to after three days of observation.
The little mute seems unhappy every day.
This is the second conclusion she came to.
Master said, we should be happy to help others and make many good friends.
Li Qinian held the greasy chicken drumstick in his hand and decisively went up to say hello.
"Little benefactor, Amitabha."
Greeting her like this will make her look like a professional monk.
Jiang Wan¡¯s eyes were empty, staring at the orange sunset in the distance without looking back.
Li Qinian blinked, not caring about the indifference of his new partner, and sat down on the big stone beside him without wiping, even though the stone was covered with dust.
The eyelids of Xiao Jiang, who is obsessed with germs, suddenly moved for a moment.
The little monk¡¯s hair was shaved, and her big head was bright. She looked like a tiger-like head, and her bright black eyes made her look a little more aura.
Li Qinian smiled heartlessly and stretched out his hand:
"Little donor, I'll treat you to chicken legs."
Xiao Jiang stared at her glossy mouth and looked down at the chicken drumstick she handed over.
Um.
Has already been chewed.
He didn¡¯t reach out.
"I knew you didn't like chicken legs."
Li Qinian smiled even more happily, grabbed the chicken legs and started to chew on them.
"It's so insincere."
A thought flashed through Jiang Wan's mind.
Li Qinian didn¡¯t leave even after chewing the chicken drumsticks, silently watching the entire sunset with him.
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See you next time.
It was she who was punished by the abbot to copy scriptures.
Jiang Wang is the supervisor.
In the Zen room, Li Qinian held a brush andShe was writing in a pretentious manner, stealing glances at Jiang Wan from time to time. After realizing that Jiang Wan was just in a daze and didn't pay much attention to her, she completely let herself go.
After a while, go to this corner and turn around for a while, like a flower butterfly that cannot be idle.
Why does "he" always look like a dirty bag?
Jiang Wan thought silently in his heart.
The small cassock Li Qinian wore was slightly white because it had been washed too many times. The hem of the skirt was stained with morning dew and mud, making it muddy.
What¡¯s even more outrageous is that there is a hole at the bottom of the cassock.
It was scratched by a branch this morning when I was climbing a tree to steal peaches.
This is why she was punished by copying scriptures.
After being energetic for a long time, Li Qinian finally fell asleep on the desk. She squinted her eyes and raised her hand to rub her eyes. Her arm crossed the ink-stained brush, and there were a few more ink stains on her cassock.
Then, she turned over.
Her little face, flushed from sleep, was pressed against the ink-stained sleeves.
This time, Dirty Bag has really become Dirty Bag.
Not surprisingly, Li Qinian was punished again.
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Jiang Wang became the supervisor again.
Because the abbot said that he was destined to "him".
He doesn¡¯t know if there is a connection or not.
It is true that there is hatred.
Because this dirty bag soiled his suit again.
Every time "he" soils himself, it's not enough. He always soils his clothes unintentionally, and then blinks and looks at him with an apologetic look.
¡°Amitabha, it¡¯s a sin, it¡¯s a sin.¡±
How could there be such a rogue little monk?
he thinks.
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Li Qinian gets into trouble every day. As a supervisor, it is difficult for him not to see "him".
This little monk who loves to get into trouble seems to be very strong.
Especially every time I steal a peach and get chased by the owner.
Pull him and run fast.
Although he didn¡¯t understand why he still followed ¡°him¡± to escape when he clearly didn¡¯t steal the peach.
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The first time he spoke to the young monk was on the day of the Jiang family¡¯s parents¡¯ memorial day.
The black ashes of the burned paper money were snarling in the flames. He mechanically threw the paper money into the brazier. The fire was obviously burning vigorously, but he felt a little cold for no reason.
Li Qinian imitated his actions and threw paper money into the brazier. The young monk was young and had no relatives around him who had died, so he still had a vague concept of Qingming Festival.
"He" leaned against him, and they cuddled up to keep warm in the biting cold wind.
The little monk patted his back clumsily with his small hands and said in a serious tone:
"Little mute, don't be sad. I will be a good boy and won't get into trouble."
"He" sat with him all night. When the sky was brightening in the distance, the little monk finally couldn't resist his sleepiness and fell asleep leaning on his shoulder.
the next day.
Li Qinian caught a cold after being blown by the cold wind all night.
The illness came like a mountain, and she lay in bed for a week, unable to speak. After seven days of suffering, Li Qinian finally regained her energy.
It¡¯s just that from then on, she really never got into trouble again.
The troublemaker suddenly stopped, and all the brothers in the temple marveled at the strange statue. The abbot glanced at Xiao Jiangwan, and only said silently¡ª¡ª
"Amitabha."
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