Incurable

The whole Qingyuan View gave Mu Wan the feeling that it was clean, firm, neat and tidy. The architecture of Taoist temples is not elaborate, or even rough, with a sense of age. It is exactly the same, let the Taoist temple shroud a layer of film texture.

The setting sun broke through the thick clouds in the sky, and a few rays of sunlight shone in. The small room was shining through, and there was a fragrance of sandalwood in the air.

Mu Wan smiled and followed Liu Qianxiu into the side hall.

The room in the side hall is not big, the furniture and bed inside are all wooden, black-red wood, the surface is smooth and has no edges and corners, with a thick sedimentary background.

There is only one bed, a low table, and two futons in the room. There is a desk lamp on the low table, and the network signal on the mountain is not good, but the phone call is not a problem, and the electricity is also connected.

"You rest first." Liu Qianxiu put down the suitcase and said, "I'll go see Qing Chan."

Liu Qianxiu turned around and went out and brought her the door of the Piandian. Qing Chan just called the master, and after seeing Liu Qianxiu, he asked, "Where is my sister?"

"She wants to rest." Liu Qianxiu finished speaking and said to Qing Chan: "Can I rest in the same room with you these few days?"

"Yes." Qing Chan nodded happily, "I usually sleep with the master, I don't dare to sleep by myself."

Xuan Qingzi usually sleeps in the main hall, and the rest rooms on the left and right of the side hall are for Liu Qianxiu and Qing Chan. Usually Liu Qianxiu is not there, and Qing Chan does not dare to sleep in the side hall by himself, and usually goes to the master to sleep.

"Let's go." Liu Qianxiu took Qing Chan and went to the side hall on the right of the main hall.

Mu Wan's activity today was just climbing the mountain for an hour, not particularly tired. However, after going to bed, after reading a book for a while, her eyelids sank, and she fell asleep.

Consciousness gradually dimmed, and someone seemed to be speaking in his ears, and the words seemed to be covered in a layer of mist, which made people not really listen. But the voice was low and familiar, and Mu Wan quickly recognized Liu Qianxiu's voice.

What did he say last night? When Mu Wan woke up, he was still thinking.

After thinking for a long time to no avail, she got up from the bed, opened the door and walked out. She hadn't slept for a long time, and the outside hadn't darkened yet, and she could see the red sun coming down the mountain from the corner of the main hall of the Taoist temple.

With the moss on the ground wet, Mu Wan walked to the incense burner in the middle of the courtyard and looked at the main hall. In the main hall, the man dressed in a blue Taoist robe was looking down and reading.

The sun was shining, and the red and golden light gleamed on the man's cold white skin. The man a few years ago was lonely and distant, with black eyebrows and black hair, and a clean silhouette, like a fairy in the sky. He seemed to notice Mu Wan's coming, he raised his eyes and saw it, his eyebrows were light, and his voice was like a clear spring.

"Are you hungry?"

Withdrawing Piaoyuan's thoughts, Mu Wan laughed, walked over and nodded, and said, "I'm hungry."

The backyard of the Taoist temple is smaller than the front yard. There are two houses, the same age as the Taoist building, the blue bricks are rough, and the top is wet. One house is a kitchen, and the other should be a bathroom. In front of the two houses, there is an ancient well and a vegetable garden.

The vegetable garden is not big, and there are quite a few types of vegetables, even a trellis is set up, with verdant cucumbers and long beans. Taoist temple is a place of clean cultivation, the conditions are natural and simple, and it is completely free from the world and can be self-sufficient.

At that time, Liu Qianxiu was resting, and Qing Chan was with him. After Liu Qianxiu finished dinner, Qing Chan woke up, rubbed his eyes and ran to look for his junior. As soon as he saw Liu Qianxiu, he hugged his thigh and stuck it. . A child is a child, with a meatball head and a small face, and the appearance of hugging his thighs is extraordinarily cute.

Mu Wan set the table, looked at Qing Chan, and said with a smile: "Did you hug Master like this when your junior is away?"

Qing Chan opened his wistful eyes, tea-colored eyes were very beautiful, shook his head, and said softly, "No, Master's legs are too short, I can't hold it when I grow up."

He raised his eyes and looked at Liu Qianxiu. He was 1.9 meters tall and his legs were long. Needless to say, he was enough for two years of meditation. Liu Qianxiu's expression remained unchanged in front of the child. After sitting down, he reminded Qing Chan to eat by himself. The little guy listened to him and ate seriously with the bowls and chopsticks.

The lighting is soft, one big and one small two people, there is always an indescribable warmth in it.

After dinner, Mu Wan received a call from Li Nan. The signal in the temple was not good, so she walked out of the temple and sat on the stone bench under the pine tree. Li Nan's tone is far from the calmness of the previous few days, but also a little eager.

"Have you been targeted by someone?" Li Nan asked, "The announcement was negotiated last week, and all of them called me in the past two days to tell me that the scene was deleted. The penalty was paid, but I only gave you the announcement. As soon as I receive it next week, none of the film crews will sign you, and you will have no filming for the rest of the time."

What does this mean? It means that her way is blocked in the future.

Her current salary is not high or low, and the liquidated damages are doubled. After a few plays, it is not a small sum for her. However, to Mu Qing, it was nothing at all.

She did this for nothing more than to ask her to beg her. The spine that she stood up with her own efforts, she insisted on breaking it. Dark shadows filled Mu Wan's mood a little irritated.

These are personal grievances, she can't tell Li Nan, and it's useless to say it. If she knows that she has encountered such a hard nail, the company may abandon her.

Next week will be my mother's death.

Mu Wan rubbed her face, the sky was getting dark, and the wind on the top of the mountain was a bit cold. She sat there for a while, and finally got up and walked in.

The lights in the main hall were on, and the three idols under the lights were extremely majestic. There was no one on the short table and the futon next to the idol. Mu Wan glanced at the Piandian, the lamp was on, and Liu Qianxiu should send Qing Chan to sleep.

Qing Chan didn't sleep well in the afternoon, so when he was eating, he was stunned. After eating, he meditated in the main hall with his little hands on his cheeks. After sitting for a while, he couldn't stay lying on the table and fall asleep. Liu Qianxiu hugged him to the side hall first, and after he was asleep, he returned to the main hall again.

When I left, there were only three statues in the main hall, but now, there is one more woman. The lights are shining on the idols, like ice, fierce and evil. The lights are shining on the woman, like fire, bright and moving.

She sits like a snake, and she sits improperly at his house on weekdays. Now she sits in the main hall, still soft and lazy. With his arms resting on the short table, his body was distorted, his pointed chin was slightly raised, and a small face was hidden under the thick black hair, which was more white.

The sky was dark, and the world seemed to be the only light in the main hall. She was like a little demon lying under the seat of God, ignorant and ignorant of her collision. Instead, when she saw him, her blushing lips were slightly bent and her eyes were bright.

"Liu Qianxiu." She yelled, and her muffled, low-pitched voice diffused through the night, with unspeakable charm and mystery. She finished screaming, resting her chin on the back of her hand, and looked at him with a low smile.

Liu Qianxiu got up and walked into the main hall. He was tall and straight. When he entered, the main hall light stretched his figure at the door, and Mu Wan looked up at him. Only in this way can he fit all into his own eyes.

"This is wine." Liu Qianxiu looked at the jar she was holding. The jar was small, with a red cloth stopper on it, and the dark brown bottle was rough. The woman's fingers were slightly bent and she held it. The slender fingers are white and beautiful on the bottle.

This was placed in a short jar. Mu Wan picked it up and looked at it when he was bored. The thick and thick Busai covered up all the smell of wine. The bottle shook slightly, the liquid inside was turbulent, and there was still a lot of it.

Mu Wan stretched her legs, and she sat barefoot on the futon, under the carpet under the futon. The carpet under the futon is made of cotton and linen, clean and tidy, and you can sit directly on it. But because of the cold on the mountain, they usually sit on the futon.

Watching Liu Qianxiu sit down, Mu Wan opened the Busai, a sweet wine smell. The tip of his nose leaned forward and sniffed, Mu Wan looked up at Liu Qianxiu and said, "Yangmei wine."

Xuan Qingzi likes to drink on weekdays, and the wine in the Taoist temple is made by himself. He has been making wine for many years, and his technique is perfect. A jar of bayberry wine, without losing the sweetness of bayberry, but also the pure and strong taste of wine.

Mu Wan placed the wine jar in front of him, supported his arms on the short table, rested his chin on the back of his hand, stared at the wine jar in front of him, stared for a while, tilted his head, and asked, "Can I drink a little?"

The air on the top of the mountain was cool at night, but Mu Wan was still affected by Li Nan's phone call, and his heart was uncontrollable. Drink some wine and sleep, it should be better.

After Mu Wan finished speaking, Liu Qianxiu looked back. She looked at him with dark pupils and frowning her eyebrows.

"This drink has a lot of stamina." Liu Qianxiu looked faint, watching Mu Wan's gradually clearing expression, and exhorted, "You can't drink too much."

"Okay~" Mu Wan's eyes lit up and nodded in agreement.

"Then I will drink here." Mu Wan went to the kitchen to take a small cup, sat cross-legged on the futon, and poured a glass of wine. Bayberry wine is still red, and when it is poured, it has a crisp sound with a sweet aroma.

Mu Wan poured it out, picked up the wine glass, and looked up outside the Taoist temple. The sky was high with crescent moons, and there were faint clouds floating around. The moonlight is bright and cold, and the night sky is dark, clean and pure.

"It's so beautiful." Mu Wan took a sip of bayberry wine. The wine was not strong, and even the taste of the wine was covered by sweetness. He could only feel a faint aroma of wine when he swallowed it.

Liu Qianxiu held a book in his hand and looked sideways at the night sky, with the fragrance of bayberry wine floating in the air. He looked back, and Mu Wan had already started drinking a second cup.

The lip line was slightly pressed, Liu Qianxiu looked down at her, the wine glass was close to her lips, and the bright red lips were against the mouth of the white porcelain cup, which was bright and coquettish. Perceiving her gaze, she looked back, leaving the wine glass with her lips, licking the wine stains on the corners of her lips, and handed the wine glass to Liu Qianxiu.

"It's delicious, would you like to drink it?"

Her eyes were filled with water, and the fingers holding the white porcelain cup were shiny and slender.

The sight stayed on the bayberry wine in the white porcelain cup, the transparent red liquid reflected the lights of the main hall, and it was not stained.

Liu Qianxiu shook his head and said, "No."

Mu Wan got an answer, retracted his hand, and drank the bayberry wine in one sip. The man's gaze stayed on her face, she seemed to be playing, bulging her small face, letting the sweetness of bayberry wine fill her mouth, and when she had tasted enough, she swallowed it.

After drinking, his body gradually warmed up, and Mu Wan looked at the moon in the distance and poured another glass.

"My mother likes to watch the night sky." She stared blankly. Alcohol seemed to develop people's memories. The memories in her mind overlapped with the current scene, and Mu Wan's words were somewhat endless.

It is not that Mu Wan did not spend happy days in Mu's house. Although she has always suffered from Mu's cold eyes, she lived very comfortably when her mother was alive. The mother is not strong, but it is enough to protect her well.

My mother died ten years ago. She has no father and no mother, and has grown like weeds for ten years.

The corners of Mu Wan's eyes were cold, and she drank the wine in the glass again.

Now, no one is protecting her, but someone is with her.

Mu Wan's face was a little hot, she lay down on the table, tilting her head and staring at Liu Qianxiu next to her. Liu Qianxiu didn't read the book. He watched her cheeks gradually turn red, and the book in his hand was placed on the table, saying, "You go to rest first."

"No." When Mu Wan spoke, her breathing was hot. She stretched out her finger and shook it, saying, "I'll be with you."

Liu Qianxiu didn't read the book, he was looking at her.

Putting down the white porcelain cup in his hand, the bottom of the cup knocked on the table top with a shallow sound. Mu Wan put his cheek on the back of his hand, tilted his head, and looked at Liu Qianxiu, her eyes narrowed slightly and her eyesight was sharp.

"You can't calm down."

"Yeah." Liu Qianxiu looked calm, looked at her, and admitted.

Mu Wan's eyes moved slightly, her eyelashes trembled, her memory broke through the thin paper, and it poured out like a tide.

She remembered what Liu Qianxiu said to her last night.

Mu Wan put her hands on the table, her eyes were tightly looking at Liu Qianxiu, her eyes throbbed, and Mu Wan said, "You said yesterday that the environment will not affect your mood."

Mu Wan's arm was slightly hard, and he leaned toward Liu Qianxiu's body while supporting the table. Her eyes are red, her pupils are pitch black, and her voice is low and hoarse.

"You said talent will affect your mood."

The two were getting closer and closer, the man looked down at her, and Mu Wan leaned forward and grabbed his arms. The moment he grabbed his arms, the stamina of the wine came up, and Mu Wan, head-heavy, fell into the man's arms.

The light sandalwood dilutes the alcohol, Mu Wan leaned on his chest, her face raised, her lips trembling slightly.

"Liu Qianxiu, who is that person?"

The woman in her arms is as white as snow, her body is soft, and her hair is jet-black. She looked like a demon who had just formed, came to his seat and asked his way. She was ignorant, naive, and ignorant.

She clung to his arms, wrapped her arms around his waist, and folded her slender fingers, bringing the two people's bodies close together. He could smell the wine on her body when he looked down, and she could smell the sandalwood on his body when she raised his eyes.

"It's the third time," the man said in a deep voice.

Lips tightened, Liu Qianxiu reached out and took the wine jar. The clear red bayberry wine was poured into a white porcelain cup with the sound. He took the white porcelain cup and drank the bayberry wine in one fell swoop.

The Adam's apple moved slightly, and the man's cold and silent eyes seemed to have some emotions gradually surging.

Putting down the cup, Liu Qianxiu put his hands on the woman's waist and hugged her in front of him.

At this time, the smell of alcohol on his body also became strong, and his dark eyes looked at the woman in his arms faintly, his voice was low and hoarse, and his tone of voice was long.

"Do you really think I have no lust?"

The author has something to say: Liu Daochang: Again and again, this is the third time you have seduced me.