The Real Daughter With A Buddha-like Mindset

Chapter 464

Bo Yuxun couldn't tell what it was like, moved, or admired?

He thinks he can't do it, so in his eyes, the bright mirror is extremely rare.

Seeing a streak of soot on Ming Jing's cheek, he subconsciously blurted out, "Don't move."

Ming Jing stopped and looked up at him.

Bo Yuxun flicked away the soot with his fingertips, his fingertips were slightly hot, her cheeks were cold, the moment they touched, it was like wildfire starting a prairie fire, sweeping everything in an instant.

The two were stunned at the same time.

Bo Yuxun was the first to break the embarrassment, "Your face is dirty."

Ming Jing subconsciously raised his hand to touch his cheek, and said nonchalantly, "Thank you."

Bo Yuxun put his hands behind his back, his fingertips were hot.

At the door of the kitchen, Qu Feitai stood there quietly, his hands hanging by his sides tightly clenched into fists.

"Patta Pata" raindrops from the eaves strung together into beads, chiseling on the green bricks non-stop for a moment, splashing scattered water.

Qu Feitai turned and left.

The hot water in the cauldron was bubbling and bubbling, and Ming Jing scooped the hot water into the wooden basin.

Bo Yuxun squatted at the stove where Ming Jing had squatted just now, adding firewood and said, "Go and take a hot bath, I'll continue to boil the water."

Ming Jing looked at Bo Yuxun.

As if understanding Ming Jing's eyes, Bo Yuxun smiled helplessly: "In your eyes, I don't even know how to start a fire. I have participated in field survival training."

The fetching of water was purely an accident.

"Then trouble Dr. Bo."

Ming Jing left with the basin in hand.

After briefly wiping his body, Ming Jing took out a washed white garment from the wooden box, wiped off the dust on it, and put it on.

Hang the removed clothes on a rack to dry.

Ming Jing took a towel and wiped his wet hair little by little.

"Knock, knock" the door was knocked lightly.

"Enter."

"Squeak!" The door opened, Zheng Qing leaned against the door frame, folded his arms, "I'm hungry."

Looking up, her eyes suddenly widened.

"Hey, what ugly clothes are you wearing?"

Zheng Qing walked in, looked at Ming Jing's clothes, and curled her lips in disgust.

"It's too ugly, it seals your beauty."

That Ziyi was originally tea-brown, and it was almost white after washing. The quality of the coarse cloth is very good. On this Ziyi, you can see a strong sense of age. Even after thousands of times of tempering, it is still stubbornly conservative. One's own true character, the same virtue as its owner.

The Nazi clothes are extra wide, simple cut, without any waist, which highlights the girl's thin body more and more, and also makes the skin fat like white jade. In the dark room, it is like jade shining brightly, exuding a warm and soft luster.

The half-length hair was wet and draped over his shoulders, growing tenaciously one by one.

Zheng Qing was dumbfounded for a moment.

Wearing a white dress, she is a fairy who strayed into the mortal world; wearing black clothes, she is a mysterious and cold messenger;

Zheng Qing saw purity in her, a simple, extremely serious purity.

The fame and fortune that the world pursues is just a passing cloud to her, and she never cares about it.

Zheng Qing suddenly grabbed her hand and asked seriously: "What can keep you?"

Zheng Qing suddenly had an intuition that this world would not be able to keep her one day.

Ming Jing raised his eyes, his black and white eyes were gentle and deep, like a vast starry sky, an eternal and mysterious universe.

Zheng Qing was a little annoyed, she never knew what Ming Jing liked to eat, what to play, what to do, or who to like?

Without any fetters and nostalgia, she will always be with this ancient Buddha in the deep mountains.

She said, "Ah Qing, you still understand me after all."

Ah Qing already represents a lot.

Tears flowed from Zheng Qing's eyes.

"You finally admitted it."

She bent down and hugged Ming Jing, like holding a lost treasure.

"You said that we are going to Titlis Snow Mountain, where there is snow that never melts all year round, to Walden Pond, to see the place where Thoreau once lived in seclusion, to Iceland to see the aurora... We still have so many things to do, you How can you leave me alone?"

Under the eaves, raindrops pattered on the bluestone slabs.

The sound of wind and rain came roaring.

Ming Jing looked out the window, his gaze gradually became more and more serious.

"I missed the appointment."

"No, it's not too late, you still have a lifetime." The stubborn tone was like a spoiled child.

Ming Jing let out a long sigh: "You're wet, wipe yourself off, I'll boil hot water."

Ming Jing got up and left.

Zheng Qing clicked his tongue: "Every time you run away, there will always be a day when you can't escape."

When Bo Yuxun saw the bright mirror appearing at the kitchen door, he subconsciously froze for a moment.

"you……."

Der Spiegel at this time gave him a strong sense of distance.

That simple Ziyi also took away her halo, her honor, her fame and status.

The one standing in front of him at this moment is only a mage chanting scriptures and meditating in an old nunnery deep in the mountains.

No desire, no desire, no sorrow, no joy.

"Doctor Bo, I'm sorry." Ming Jing brought buckets of hot water into the room and poured them into a large wooden bucket.

Find a piece of Ziyi and give it to Zheng Qing.

"Your figure is about the same as your senior sister's, so put on your senior sister's clothes first, and then settle down."

Zheng Qing shook his head like a rattle, "I don't wear nun's clothes."

Ming Jing glanced at her lightly.

Zheng Qing bit the bullet and took it, looking at the clothes up and down, eyes full of disgust.

Zi clothespins in winter, don't mention how ugly they are.

She hates using it as a foot cloth.

How could her delicate skin withstand such devastation.

Ming Jing closed the door of the room and left.

Qu Feitai sat on the steps under the eaves, his back was somewhat lonely in the rain.

Hearing footsteps, Qu Feitai subconsciously turned his head.

The dark pupils suddenly shrank.

It turned out that this was the mirror before I met him.

"The conditions in the mountains are poor, and there is no way to take a hot bath in time. After Ah Qing finishes washing, you can take a bath again, can you?"

Qu Feitai pursed his lips: "Of course."

Ming Jing sat down beside him, stretched out his hand, and the raindrops fell on his palm, feeling the coolness of that moment.

"There is no internet and no signal, don't you feel bored?"

Qu Feitai looked at her profile, his eyes seemed to have stars jumping.

"What about you, don't you feel bored?"

Ming Jing shook his head: "I like the blue sky, the mountain mist in the morning, and the fresh air that always brings sweetness. Nowhere else in the world can compare with it."

Titlis Snow Mountain, Walden Lake, Iceland's aurora, no matter how wonderful the scenery is, it is not as good as half an inch of sky in the nunnery.

Qu Feitai looked at her blankly, and said, "This is the paradise in my heart. If possible, I would like to live here forever."

Blow the wind she blows, look at the moon she has seen, walk the path she walked.

Every inch of the land here has traces of her stepping on it, and it is not boring at all.

Zheng Qing opened the door and walked out, "Ming Jing, this dress is too ugly..."

Seeing Qu Feitai, Zheng Qing raised his eyebrows, and immediately changed his tone: "Ah, it's pretty good, at least it's your clothes, um, it smells so good."

Zheng Qing sniffed the clothes on purpose with an ambiguous expression.

Qu Feitai's eyes gradually darkened, a dead rogue...

Ming Jing shook his head helplessly, "Okay, please stop saying a few words."

Zheng Qing deliberately swayed in front of Qu Feitai, "Ugly is a bit ugly, but it's warm, let's wear it."

"Ah, Xiao Fei, I see that your clothes are all soaked, what should you do, what are you going to wear later, you won't catch a cold, right?"

Ming Jing thought for a while, turned around and walked into the room, and took out a quilted Ziyi.

"This is the last one, you can make do with it."

Qu Feitai took it, and took a deep look at her: "Thank you."

After Qu Feitai left, Zheng Qing grabbed Ming Jing: "What are you doing? He is a man, how can you give him your clothes?"

Ming Jing smiled and shook his head: "If clothes lose their value of keeping out the cold, what's the point of their existence?"

"That's not what it means. Alas, you just fueled that kid's flame."

Zheng Qing rolled her eyes, and suddenly smiled mysteriously: "That's fine."

What's the matter? She didn't say what happened next.

I can't keep you, someone can keep you.

Ming Jing picked up an umbrella on one side and walked into the rain: "I dug some wild yams back from the mountains, let's wash and steam them and wrap them up."

Zheng Qing's exaggerated scream came from behind: "What? You let me eat wild sweet potatoes? Are you kidding me?"

Zheng Qing, who was squatting by the well washing sweet potatoes, wanted to run away.

Thinking of her famous ghost-faced Qingluan and the dignified President Qing who holds the lifeline of the entertainment industry in the future, squatting in the old temple deep in the mountains to wash sweet potatoes.

——

There is no old musty smell on the clothes, only a faint herbal fragrance, mixed with a little bit of bitterness.

It's a little narrow, and the hem only reaches the knees, but it can still keep out the cold.

Qu Feitai touched the rough fabric, it was a bit hard and very cold, like the wind for no reason in this mountain.

Sticking to the body, cold and heat, ice and fire, crushing and overwhelming.

He thought, he must be ugly at the moment, but it was the closest to her.

stop.

Qu Feitai closed his eyes and shook off the random thoughts in his head.

Ming Jing treats him with trust, how can he blaspheme and treat her lightly.

Never.

Ming Jing roasted yams and boiled a pot of cold soup.

Zheng Qing swore that this was the worst meal she had ever had in her life, but she ate it with relish.

The yams are quite sweet and fragrant, even better than the sweet potatoes sold outside. Zheng Qing ate seven or eight of them in one go, until he hiccupped, and quickly drank the soup to dispel the cold.

At this time, Qu Feitai walked in.

"Pfft..." Zheng Qing spewed out all the anti-cold soup in Zheng Qing's mouth.

She rubbed her stomach and laughed so hard that she couldn't straighten up.

Touching the mobile phone everywhere, no, it must be photographed, it is definitely the biggest black history of Qu Feitai's life.

Li Ling and Bo Yuxun both subconsciously froze for a moment, looked at Zheng Qing, and then at Qu Feitai.

This... is obviously the same clothes, but the effect is completely different.

Zheng Qing had a slender frame, and the purple clothes on his body had the same effect as a bright mirror. It was at this time that Li Ling realized that this man was a bit too feminine. Although he always talked and behaved in the direction of men, he still couldn't conceal the femininity in his bones.

But Qu Feitai, this is a tall man, his chest muscles almost burst his clothes, the picture is really a bit joyful.

"Qu Feitai, if your fans see you like this, will they instantly become your black fans?" Zheng Qing said gloatingly as he shook his phone.

Qu Feitai glanced at her, and said in a neutral tone, "It's as long as Mr. Qing is happy."

Yo, this guy is starting to see things.

Ruzi can be taught.

Ming Jing pulled out a few scorched yams from the fire, and put a bowl of soup in front of him.

"There is nothing in the mountains, let's make do with it."

Qu Feitai sat down on the stool, revealing a section of thigh in an instant, and the hair on each leg was curled up by the fire, Zheng Qing couldn't help laughing again.

A few people formed a circle around the fire, listening to the sound of the rain outside, chatting while eating sweet yams, the atmosphere was warm and quiet.

Zheng Qing rolled her eyes, and her eyes fell on Bo Yuxun: "It's boring, how about we play a game?"

Li Ling became a bit interested: "How to play?"

When Zheng Qing turned her wrist, a cup of dagger suddenly appeared in her palm, using her palm as a turntable and the dagger as a pointer, the dagger spun rapidly in her palm.

"The most important qualities of a person are honesty and boldness. Everyone sitting here today is a leader in all walks of life, of course, including me." Zheng Qing did not forget to brag about himself.

"Taking this opportunity today, I'm going to try everyone's quality. Whoever is pointed at with the knife must choose honesty or boldness. Let me talk about the rules first, and you are not allowed to lie. People who lie will live in poverty and loneliness all their lives."

Qu Feitai snorted, "Isn't it just truth or dare?"

"Of course it's different. Truth or Dare is a challenge for us to test our quality. As long as you accept the challenge, you will be a warrior in your own life."

Li Ling praised: "Well said, I support it."

Zheng Qing's eyes fell on Bo Yuxun, "Doctor Bo?"

Bo Yuxun nodded: "Sounds interesting, I'll join."

Zheng Qing looked at Ming Jing: "My little Ming Jing?"

Ming Jing broke open the sweet potato and nodded while eating.

Zheng Qing finally looked at Qu Feitai: "Our little heavenly king?"

Qu Feitai nodded sullenly.

Zheng Qing's finger landed on the dagger, and gently moved it, and the dagger quickly spun in her palm.

In the end, the dagger pointed at Qu Feitai.

Qu Feitai was a little speechless, Zheng Qing must be targeting him on purpose.

"I choose honesty."

Zheng Qing touched his chin: "Let me think about it, who is your favorite person?"

Qu Feitai subconsciously glanced at Ming Jing, then quickly moved away, pursed his lips, and said straightforwardly: "Ming Jing."

"I like her kindness, her purity, and her seriousness. She is the most beautiful girl in the world I have ever seen. I have no reason not to like her."

Zheng Qing whistled: "Have vision."

Mingjing's face is as usual.

Bo Yuxun raised his eyebrows, his eyes lingered on Ming Jing and Qu Feitai, and he smiled meaningfully.

Li Ling clicked his tongue: "It's nice to be young."