Seventy-seventh bowl of soup (two)

But today the sun is very good, and it is warm on the ground. Qinghuan couldn't help but think of the scene of her living on the mountain with her master. There are flowers, trees, birds and springs, and the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant. The scenery is so pleasant and beautiful. Later, the shameless master ran out to play. She lived a good life alone. It's all because of the thunderstorm that was thousands of swords. There are so many trees in the mountains. You said that you were not good at chopping the century-old tree. Don't you know that the tree will become a sperm? Just chop it. It's inevitable to break a few branches. It's reasonable to split the whole tree in half from the middle? People do things?

It would be fine if it was split in half, but the jar was actually broken. Qinghuan knew it was going to be bad at that time. She watched dozens of balls of black gas emerge from the jar and disappeared in an instant, and she didn't even give her time to catch it.

The most annoying thing is that after the jar is split, the thunderstorm stops and is so angry that it seems that it knows that it has done something wrong, so it dares not rain again. After all, Qinghuan's clothes are dry outside and don't have time to collect them.

...After getting off the ground, she just felt comfortable sitting in the corner of the wall and basking in the sun. If she could take a hot bath and change into clean clothes, she would have been so sloppy in her life. She had been wearing the same clothes for more than half a month. Fortunately, early summer is not too hot now, otherwise if she sweats every day, Qinghuan would immediately go back to the mountain to escape the summer heat.

She sat cross-legged in the corner of the wall across the road waiting for the wedding to end, but was waiting to be drowsy by the sun. When she woke up, she saw a handsome face enlarged in front of her. Qinghuan was so scared that she leaned back and her head hit the wall, which made her cry: "Ah..."

"Is it okay?" the man asked, trying to rub her but Qinghuan avoided her. She felt aggrieved: "What are you doing to scare me!"

"Sorry, I just saw you asleep here, so I just wanted to remind you."

Qinghuan is now living as desolate as a homeless man. Maybe she is not as good as a homeless man. Why is this man so kind? She rubbed her head and looked at the person in front of her. Wow, she looks so beautiful. She sighed in her heart, "Is there anything?"

"I am a guest at the wedding just now. I'm very interested when I hear you. Can you show me what you have in your hand?"

It doesn't matter. Qinghuan stretched out her right hand, and her thunder talisman naturally arises in the palm of her palm. Ordinary ghosts dare not approach her. Usually she uses this to distinguish ghosts with enough power to transform into human bodies. But no one has ever been so close to her, and this person is still gently scratching her tender palm with his fingertips.

Qinghuan was afraid of itch and couldn't help but shrank and pulled his hand back: "Don't touch it."

"Sorry." The man smiled gently, "By the way, the wedding has ended, the bride and groom are going to the hotel, we are going to have a wedding banquet, are you coming?"

Qinghuan wanted to refuse with a strong heart, but her stomach screamed... The beautiful cat eyes were originally half-squinted lazily, but now they were wide open: "Is that OK? Can I go? It's not good for me to go like this. The bride and groom won't welcome me, right? Can I eat?"

I asked a series of questions, and to put it bluntly, I just wanted to have a meal. The man was amused by her. He thought this girl was very interesting at the venue just now, and I was really curious about why there are still people who dress like this and say pedantic and outdated words these days. "Of course, they will still give me such a thin face."

After hearing this, Qinghuan immediately rushed from the ground: "What are you waiting for? Let's go!"

When the man brought her to the hotel, Qinghuan realized that his name was Lian. He didn't know whether his surname was Lian or Lian. Anyway, everyone called him Mr. Lian, and they all respectfully seemed to be very powerful. Qinghuan had seen a man in his life, and he was just one before he went down the mountain. He was still a terrible old man with a beard. Such a handsome and gentle man was really unbearable. She almost moved the hearts of ordinary people. Fortunately, she remembered that she was barely considered a monk in time, so she could barely control it.

At the wedding banquet, the bride and groom came to toast, respecting Lian very much, including the parents on both sides. When she saw her, she didn't say anything, and her attitude was completely different from the ones she had in the church before. Qinghuan didn't care about what others were doing to her. In her opinion, saving people was her responsibility, and whether others thanked her was other people's freedom, so she never forced herself, just give her a bowl of rice. If she had money... it would be impossible to give some.

But this time she didn't think about this, but kept looking at the female ghost on the groom's back. She didn't seem to hate this man, but loved him very much. Her cheeks were pressed against his back, and her blood-stained hair covered her eyes, so she couldn't see any expression. But judging from the aura she showed around her, she didn't seem to be trying to harm this man. She just wanted to... follow him, making him restless and unable to fall asleep day and night.

There is hatred and love.

Qinghuan couldn't help but sigh. Although she was a novice, she was barely a person with some experience and had a lot of theoretical knowledge. What she had seen and what her master said, most of the female ghosts that the master had taken were trapped by love. Many people were gentle and kind before their lives, but after their death they would abandon that kindness and kindness.

They don’t know what kind of treasure they have lost, and the people who hurt them don’t know what they have done wrong. Sometimes this world is cruel and merciless.

After drinking the glass of wine with great relief, he smiled at Qinghuan with a slight smile: "What's wrong, you look very heavy."

"Nothing." Ordinary people don't believe it, so Qinghuan usually doesn't say anything if he can. Even this person is very good. He brought her to dinner and talked to her softly. In the past few months after going down the mountain, she met many people. Seeing her dressing like this, she either felt crazy or stayed away from her. Speaking of which, she was the first person to take the initiative to approach her.

Qinghuan was hungry, so although her mind was running rapidly, her mouth and hands did not stop. She had eaten one-third of the dishes on the table while others were chatting - it was easy to complete by herself. Who told her that she hadn't eaten for three days before, and only a few dollars left had to plan for the future. She had to plan for her life and not spend money indiscriminately.

Lian saw that she didn't want to tell herself, so she chuckled slightly. Qinghuan aimed at a piece of watermelon in the fruit plate. As a result, as soon as the chopsticks reached over, a slender big hand took the watermelon away quickly. She could only follow the watermelon with a long look, and then she found that there was a handsome man sitting opposite her, no less than Julian.

But this man is very different from Lian, and he looks more easy-going and lazy. His black shirt was buttoned two times, revealing a white but strong chest. At this moment, he was holding the watermelon that Qinghuan really wanted to eat but didn't eat it. He just held it in his hand to play. Qinghuan's heart was about to break - if you don't want to eat it, you can give it to me, I don't dislike it!

Maybe her eyes were full of desire, and the man in the black shirt discovered it. He first looked at the watermelon and then Qinghuan, and smiled: "Do you want it?"

Yes, she nodded violently.

The man smiled at her and picked it up. Just when Qinghuan thought he was going to give it to him, he put it to his mouth and took a bite. The sound was crisp, Qinghuan could even imagine how full the watermelon was. After taking a bite, the sweet watermelon juice filled his mouth, and it was even more delicious when swallowed.

well.

Lian noticed it, and then there was a fruit plate in front of Qinghuan, with fresh watermelons neatly cut. She was very surprised and bowed to Lian, like a kitten: "You are such a great person!"

While speaking, I looked at the man in a black shirt again. The expression of his eyes was very obvious. They were all humans, and the gap was so big!

The man in a black shirt was speechless by Qinghuan's eyes, and he was a little confused when he covered his heart. Oh, what happened to this dirty little Taoist nun... At that glance, he felt a fever, and his eyes were so bright. His hair was obviously messy and there was dust on his face. Speaking of which, he didn't even have a cleanliness obsession, how could he take care of a little Taoist nun like this?

Then the man thought of Lian’s family and realized that he was dying and was dying. Although this little Taoist nun said that he didn’t know what origin might be a fraud, he had two tricks. Everyone saw the scene in the church just now.

Qinghuan didn’t know what these people were thinking, and she didn’t care at all. What she cared most now was whether she could not go to the toilet after eating this plate of watermelon, so that she could wait until the next wave!

I didn't realize that everyone else was looking at her on the table because everyone was embarrassed to move on, but she was the only one who ate happily. Especially because two handsome men were sitting at the table, the young girls at the same table were even more embarrassed to eat. As a result, the handsome man's attention was all attracted by this dirty girl who was eating and drinking. Do you think it's annoying?

After another half an hour, Qinghuan was full. She patted her stomach and almost cried. In this way, she would not have to worry about food for the next three days. She would not be hungry for several days after eating.

Only when you are full can you feel like solving the problem.

She looked at the groom again. As the bride and groom toast at every table, the female ghost on his back would also take a wine glass as he moved, and it looked like he was also a bride.

The emotional dispute between the two is certain, but I don’t know what’s going on. Qinghuan is not very good at dealing with this because the evil ghosts she sees cannot understand human words. When they decide to stay in this world, they actually lost the most important thing as human beings.

It is simply impossible to think that everything is the same as before.
Chapter completed!