The Dreamer in the Spring Boudoir

"What is this doing?" Ning Yu asked curiously.

"This is a close relative." Qianer's face is getting more and more red: "Take the person you like to go home and carry it with a red sedan chair."

Ning Yu nodded indifferently, and also read a Buddha number: "Amitabha."

The face of Qian’s face suddenly collapsed: “If you are happy, what do you want to know about Amitabha? The hair on the head is blacker than mine, and what is a monk.”

Ning Wei smiled slightly: "There is nothing outside the family, there is a Buddha in the heart."

The money is a little anxious: "What is your Buddha's heart?"

"What else should I have in addition to the Buddha?" Ning looked at her <=\"con_l\">.

There is me! The money almost said it, reacting to what he was thinking, scared almost from the tree.

"Be careful!" Ning Yu frowned and stretched her hand. Money's body swayed in the air and slowly pulled back into the tree.

"...thank you." Some were scared, and the money sat next to him, and it took a long time to return to God. Looking down, I still hold on to others.

Don't let go, don't let go! This person's palm is warm and strong, she likes it, what to do?

Ning Yu did not feel anything strange. Looking at the team that had taken the next trip, he went far away and took the money to the tree.

The father’s right is in the wilderness, and the mother’s rich side, Ning Yu’s reason is that he can live a life of the rich second generation and eat and wear. However, when he was born, he used Ji's grain as a place of practice. Here, he went to business, realized Zen, and chanted, and people who seemed to come and go to understand the world.

Money is always swaying beside him. The little girl is very stunned and will follow him: "The Buddha said: Don't be jealous, don't be crazy, don't be greedy. Ideal, free, forget."

When the spring blossoms, he sits on the stone, and she picks up the spring flowers and laughs and jumps around him.

The summer was hot, he was sweating on the stone, and she raised a paper umbrella and stood on tiptoe behind him.

The autumn leaves fall. He sits on the stone and meditates. She licks the fallen leaves and paints them more than his eyebrows.

In the snow in winter, he sat on the stone and realized Zen. She made a cloak and smiled on him.

"Are you cold?" she asked.

Ning Yu smiled a little: "The feeling of the outside world is hard to reach within five. I seem to have refined a layer."

The money was a glimpse, and I was frustrated when I looked at the eyebrows in front of me.

After a few spring and summer, the two young masters in the Yufu Houfu are said to have become sons of the world. Ning Hao took the money to see the ceremony, and Ji Man looked at his son with a star-eyed look: "Hey, you are married, you are all married, what about you?"

Money grabbed Ning Yu's sleeves and his fingertips trembled slightly.

"My son is not filial, there are two brothers who share their worries, and they have lost a lot of jealousy." Ning Xiao smiled and said: "The son is in the red dust, but his heart is outside the red dust, so he can't make a marriage with people."

Strictly save money and look up at him. In the past three years, this man’s eyebrows are more beautiful and look good. Although he is dressed in splendid, there is always a fairy tales that are difficult to hide.

Such a person, where can a woman be worthy? Qianer looked down at herself. She still had three years to be awkward, and she was not in a hurry. There was still time for her to grow up.

Mrs. Yan returned to the food bank with a lot of things, and she kept sighing and sighed: "Is the wife not in a bad mood recently? It’s not good to go out for less than two or two silver in the past. I used one or two dollars."

"You know how to count the money." Mrs. Yan grabbed him and pointed to the big stone in the backyard: "Don't see the thoughts of my own daughter? This girl has been with the young master for several years, although it is quiet, but always Isn't this a way to go on like this?"

After ruthlessly picking up the abacus, I picked up the abacus and fought: "The young master has been from the food industry. In the past three years, the income of the grain bank has increased by 70,000 yuan. Our work has also cost nearly one thousand two, counting the dowry dowry. Give money to the young master, we have to put down <=\"con_l\">."

Mrs. Yan was so angry that she smashed her waist: "Are you selling your daughter?"

Strictly sucking and sucking two air-conditioners, jumping to the side to shake the abacus, thinking about it: "Or else I will ask the young master. If he is interested in money, then set the affair for the money. It's not bad. If it doesn't, I also broke the idea of ​​money."

"Good." Mrs. Yan nodded. She actually liked a man like a young master. She was not arrogant, calm and capable. It’s really safe to give him the money.

In the evening, the money was pulled by Mrs. Yan to the room on the left side of the room, and Ning Yu was strictly pulled to the room on the right.

"Grandpa, please drink tea." Severely teasing him with tea: "I want to talk about it, I want to talk about the little girl."

Ning Yu is very confused, but nods: "There is nothing to say in the strict treasurer."

Strictly sitting down, the look is serious: "In recent years, the young masters have come to the grain line, the little girls have been following, the two of you have entered the right, and others will inevitably gossip. The little girl can marry in a few years. It’s about the little girl’s festival, and I’m also asking the big man to give it a clear indication.”

Ning Yu’s face changed slightly, and looked up at the eyes, and his eyes were clear: “Will the money be too close to me, will affect her festival?”

Strictly nodded: "This is nature, the unmarried woman follows the son every day, and it is inevitable to ask people to gossip. If the son is willing to have a little girl, then it is good to say..."

"I won't get married with people." Ning Yu interrupted his words, and he read the Buddha's number with his hands together: "I have to go for a few more years."

Severe shock: "The son still intends to continue to be a monk?"

Ning Yu Lip: "I have never been vulgar."

Never been vulgar.

On the other side of the room, Qianer looked at her mother in a blushing face, hesitated for a while and finally nodded: "I...I like it."

Mrs. Yan smiled softly: "I don't like anyone who can't say anything, it's not a shameful thing."

The money was so happy, and she looked at her with some shyness: "But I don't know how my brother's thoughts are... I don't want to ask if you want to kiss me. I can wait a few more years."

Mrs. Yan grinned and said: "Stupid girl, and listen to what you say."

The money stood up in anxiously: "Would you ask him?"

Mrs. Yan laughed lowly: "This kind of thing, don't ask how to do it? It's not to delay your good years."

His face was white, and the money quickly went to the room on the right. Ning Yu has left, and is still in the room. When I saw her, I wouldn’t take it out and say: "You will be less close to Dagongzi in the future, and practice piano painting and calligraphy."

The money is a glimpse, unknown: "Why?"

Strictly speaking, she only looked at her deeply, and then sighed long.

The eyelids suddenly became wet, and the money stood for a while and went downstairs to the big stone.

There is no one on the stone. Today, Ning Hao returned to Houfu <=\"con_l\"> very early.

When Qian looked at the stone for a while, he sat up and learned how to look like Ning, put his hands on his knees, and closed his eyes and read: "Buddha said: ideal, free, forget me..."

If you can become a Buddha with your heart, why can't she? The Buddha is still deceptive.

Ning Hao will still come to the food line every day, but she will stop talking to her, even if she does not see her. After sitting on the big stone for three years, I will never go again. After I finished doing things, I went back to Houfu.

The money was a little panic. She didn't like to always see him a shadow. When she stepped forward, he disappeared without a trace. It’s been three years, she has been with him, isn’t she? Suddenly without her, he will not be unaccustomed?

"The big son is a person who wants to cultivate the Tao." Strictly said: "Wait for you and you will choose another good family for you."

Money shook his head hard: "I don't want!"

He was guarding at the door, and she finally stopped him.

"What is Yan Xiu?" Ning Yu asked his hands together and asked innocently.

When Qian looked at him, he was going to get angry, but when he heard him say the first word, he couldn’t help but cry out.

He stood in front of her, consciously trying to reach out and touch her head, but retracted halfway: "Amitabha."

"I hate your Buddha." The money whispered: "That is simply a demon, breaking people's emotions, breaking the warmth of the soul!"

"Hugh to be nonsense." Ning Yu looked at her and wanted to cross her to go to the grain line.

"Why are you hiding from me?" Qian died in front of him and reached out to block him: "You clearly like me to accompany you, we are together, you often laugh. Since you like to be with me. Then why should I avoid me?"

Ning Hao, he likes to be with her?

There is a blank in the impression, and nothing is remembered. He is practicing, and there is only Buddhism in nature, no other. The red dust barrier is the robbery that he needs to cross.

"Yan Xiu is probably a misunderstanding." Ning said: "When I am alone, I will laugh too. I will laugh when I understand a Zen, and I will laugh when I understand a Buddhist language."

"Not because of the show."

Money looked at him with a dull look, and his hands were finally weak.

Ning Yu was slightly stunned by her and crossed her into the food line.

After a month, he had not seen the money. The ear will no longer hear her noisy voice, and she will not see her picking a bunch of flowers when she opens her eyes, and invites him with a smile.

Ning Yi remembers the words of the old monk, this human relationship is an illusion, he needs to see through.

Just don't know why, the weather is so cold, he didn't dare to put on the cloak she embroidered. There is a magic barrier in the cloak that makes him want to stay away.

"Buddha said..." He sat on the big stone in the backyard of the grain line, read the sutras, looked at the empty courtyard in front of him, and walked away slightly.

"Buddha said: no desire, no demand, no thought. See through, read through, Fang Wu." Qian Er drilled out with a smile, grabbed a handful of snow, and licked his face and smashed him toward him. <=\"_r\">

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