"There was a man named Yandong this morning." Wan Li asked, "You asked him to send him clothes."

Shin Muchen nodded gently, "Do you like it?"

Wan Wei pursed her lips and smiled, "I heard from Vina that it looks very good. But I can't see it, and I can't appreciate it no matter how exquisite the patterns are..."

After the evening talked, Shen Muchen noticed that she was wearing the same day as she wore that day, a monochrome dress without any patterns. This color of clothes looked just right when she wore them.

The wind was blowing outside, and although the heavy snow on the day before had stopped for a few hours, it did not stop there.

That night, Wei Shi floated down silently again.

The wooden windows knocked on the window frames over and over again with the wind.

Feeling the cold air coming, Wanli hugged her hands in front of her chest and rubbed her arms.

"It's so cold..." As she said that, she touched the edge of the bed and turned around and groped towards the window. She reached out and stroked the cold air. Just when she was having a headache, Shen Muchen pulled Wan back, and leaned against her body and grabbed the window that was being "unrestrained".

After two creaking sounds, the wind stopped? Oh, the window closed.

Li Wanxi found Shen Muchen according to her feelings. She smiled at his face and said lightly, "Thank you."

It was obviously such a simple and ordinary movement, but it seemed particularly special to this girl. Shin Muchen also smiled, looking at Wan Wei's face and thought silently in her heart. She was very beautiful when she smiled.

If you use the taste to describe it, you will add a few rock sugar to the cold water, which is light but sweet aftertaste. It turns out that a girl who has lived in a temple since she was a child, and even her smile is so clean and unrestrained.

The window closed to isolate the whistling outside, and then there was no sound in the room. Slowly, monks floating in from outside the door gathered in the room to light the fragrance during evening class and vaguely hear the heart sutra of the monks Prajna Paramita.

I didn't hear Shin Muchen's response and asked Wan Wei, "...Are you still here?"

"I'm here" his words brushed by, but she couldn't see his tender gaze.

Shen Muchen's eyes deviated from her face. There was nothing else in this small room except a small bed and two bookshelf. He picked up the book on the bed and opened the book without a single word. In the dim candlelight, Shen Muchen could vaguely feel that there were countless uneven small dots on each page. This was a Braille.

I closed the book and saw the words on the cover, "So you are reading this book too?"

Shin Muchen was surprised, "This book is about the struggles of counselors and scholars. I thought girls would not come into contact with such boring books..."

In this era when women have no talent and virtue, there are few women reading books. Even if they read them, they are just boring books of love. Those who can read books are descendants of wealthy families, but those who only know how to play and be happy all day long will not be interested in such books.

Shen Muchen looked at the bookshelf, the very organized books.

Although each book has become old yellow and old yellow over time, there is no dust on the writing, and it seems that the owner of the book will read it almost every day.

Nana said with a smile on her face, "I was abandoned by my parents since I was a child, and I became an orphan after I was born." "The abbot told me that if my eyes are blind, my heart will be clearer, because once my heart is blurred, I will really have nothing..."

She really loves to laugh, maybe this is how she expresses her emotions to others.

Even though she was very sad, she said something from her mouth less sadness and sadness, and more enlightenment to see through the world; she was obviously young and girlish, but on her face she could see the mature and capable feeling that years had worn out.

At this time, Shen Muchen realized that her specialness lies in her experience. These pains and tempers are incomparable to ordinary girls of the same age.

"Why did you suddenly want to come today?" Li Wanli held the bookshelf and walked towards the bed. She remembered that she had been so much time and she had not figured out why he came.

Listening to the whistling wind outside, Wanli kindly reminded, "This weather is probably going to snow again tonight, so I'd better go back soon to avoid your family worrying about you."

Without paying attention to the protruding objects on her feet, Wan Wei felt that she lost her center of gravity and fell forward. In the chaos, her hand hit something hard. She only heard a click of the hard object falling on the ground. The back of her hand felt aching. She couldn't see that she didn't stand firm in front and almost made her head hit the shelf along the wooden bed.

In this way, Li Wanli's people were tilted in the air forty-five degrees. Shen Muchen held Li Wanli's arm and hugged Wanli to him with force. In a blink of an eye, he noticed the back of the knocked hand, "Show me your hand!"

There was a red mark on the snow-white skin, which was very eye-catching.

"Fortunately there was no scratch..." He held Wan Wei's hand and carefully observed it to confirm that there was no wound before returning the hand to her with confidence. After handing it back to the original owner, Shen Muchen squatted down and picked up the jade pendant that was broken into two halves on the ground.

"Whose jade pendant is this? You have other people's besides my jade pendant??"

Mu Chen held the two halves of jade pendants in his hand and looked disappointed, "Don't you know the purpose of my jade pendants..."

Unfortunately, Li Wanwei only put the word "jade pendant" in his heart and didn't hear the rest.

When he heard that the jade pendant was broken, Wan Li stretched out his hand and asked, "But the jade pendant placed at the head of the bed?"

Seeing Wanmi stretched out her hands and handed them over to her knowingly. He knew that Wanmi would not see it, but was afraid that the sharp edge of the jade pendant would scratch her hand.

Although the whole process was very calm, I felt even more depressed.

Isn’t it just a jade pendant that needs to be so nervous?

Wan Li took half of the jade pendant and carefully touched its shape. It was the piece that Vina gave him that day.

That day, Weina thought it was left by Mr. Jiaoqin, but this was not the one from the teacher.

At the beginning, I stopped it without thinking too much, but after class that day, I mentioned the jade pendant. The husband said that he did not know anything about it. The jade pendant was not left by Mr. Guiqin, and he did not have such a good jade that was so glossy.

Thinking about it now, it’s right. On weekdays, my husband wears linen clothes and lives a very simple life. How could he be so jade?

Although I didn't know what the texture of this jade pendant was, it was not a cheap thing with its smooth and delicate feel and exquisite hollowing.

Because the shape on the jade pendant was very strange, I kept it late.

"This shape..." Shen Muchen stared at the jade pendant for a long time before he noticed the strange pattern on it, "I seem to have seen it somewhere."
Chapter completed!