Everyone except me knows that I'm a broken sleeve

Chapter 19

The crowd automatically avoided and opened a path, Gu Xiaoyong whistled and walked out with a relaxed expression.A few servants helped Luoxia to follow, and they were very grateful to Gu Xiaoyong for his help and generosity.

The south of the Yangtze River is rainy all the year round, and the water vapor and cold air are a bit heavy. Even in summer, sometimes it will make people feel cool all over the body.Gu Xiaoyong's hand was very warm, and Xiao Yunchi felt as if he had embraced the sunshine automatically, and his whole body became comfortable and warm.

He walked forward with Gu Xiaoyong, and for some unknown reason, he turned his head and glanced at the people behind him.

Luoxia looked infatuated and resentful, her beautiful eyes were obsessively staring at Gu Xiaoyong's back, with full concentration and intoxication.She seemed to be aware of the crimson petals stuck between her foreheads, and raised her slender hands to pinch the petals off, with a chilling smile on the corner of her mouth.

She stared at Gu Xiaoyong motionlessly, slowly opened her red lips, stretched out her petite and bright red tongue, rolled the petals in, and chewed carefully.Extremely charming and colorful.Qi, as if what you eat is not petals, but something else.

Although she is a lunatic, she is also a lunatic who came out of a brothel.Every move was full of charm and charm, and the passers-by on the side of the road also saw her movements, and couldn't help turning their eyes away with reddened cheeks, not daring to look at her anymore.

When Xiao Yunchi saw Gu Xiaoyong's figure in her eyes, he always felt uncomfortable all over his body, as if the most precious person in his heart had been stained by dirty things.

He blinked, stopped suddenly, and said softly, "Brother."

Gu Xiaoyong stopped when he heard the words, raised his eyebrows and said, "What's wrong?"

Xiao Yunchi wore a mask on his face, so that no one could see the expression on his face.However, he knew that his heart was flustered and tense, and his voice trembled faintly: "My legs are so sore, I can't walk."

Huh?When did this little kid learn to act like a baby?

Gu Xiaoyong was surprised in his heart, but he was also happy for the child to express his closeness to him, so he squatted down and hugged him, still smiling: "You said it earlier, why don't I hug you now."

The child buried his head on his shoulder, perhaps a little shy, and said in a muffled voice, "Yes."

Gu Xiaoyong didn't know that the shy and coquettish child in his heart faced the charming girl behind him, and said silently:

--he's mine.

Because of the mask, others cannot see what he said.So under the gaze of all the people, amidst the surging crowd, Xiao Yunchi revealed his secret, unspeakable desire, and his own ambition.

In the private room of the tea house not far away, the wooden windows were wide open, and the elegant bamboo curtains were slightly lowered, covering the faces of the people inside.

Mr. Wen Run, dressed in white and snowy, was sitting in a wheelchair, holding a plain white teacup at his fingertips.The hot steam from the tea noodles blurred his slender eyelashes and the emotions in his eyes.He sat quietly, as if the hustle and bustle downstairs had nothing to do with him.

Opposite the young man in white sat a monk in a monk's robe. This monk had a very dull temperament, and his expression was full of Zen.He has a handsome and gorgeous face, with slightly raised corners of his eyes, he is clearly more beautiful than a spring peach blossom, but he is greatly weakened by the lackluster temperament around him.People can't help but feel respectful when they see it.

The monk is the newly appointed abbot of the Dabei Temple, and his dharma name is Qichan.It is said that he was originally a son of a wealthy family. When he was young, he rescued a cicada that was still a larva in the backyard of his home. The cicada went through four stages of adulthood, molting, flight and death under his eyes. It lasted seven years in total. day.

The cicada lived only seven days and nights away from the soil. As a child, he watched all this intently, as if he had followed the cicada's life.Until the moment when the cicada finally died, he became enlightened like a newborn. After discussing with his family, he shaved off his hair and became a monk.

The old host has more than once lamented that Qichan has a predestined relationship with Buddhism. Because of his innate intelligence and sensitivity to Buddha, he took people to travel around when he was six years old.Qichan has experienced the life of a cicada, and also experienced the anger, ignorance, resentment and anger of many worldly guests, seven emotions and six desires, birth, old age, sickness and death.The old host knew that he had seen the world with his eyes, and passed on the position of host to Qichan with peace of mind.

Because of this martial arts meeting, Qichan, as the host, came to Jiangnan to participate in the meeting on behalf of Dabei Temple. According to the owner of the teahouse, he came to this place to sit in meditation almost every day. .

I don't know if the person sitting in front of him is the predestined person he said.

Qichan twirled the Buddhist beads in her hand, her eyes were slightly closed, and her voice was soft and flat: "The benefactor is not calm."

Outside the window, waiting for the flamboyant young man to disappear into the street corner with the child in his arms.It was only then that Yu Xueyuan withdrew his thoughts, just sipped his tea lightly, and didn't reply.

Ru Lan pouted at the side.

Of course his young master was upset, when he met his daughter-in-law, he wanted to hold him in his hands and put him in his mouth.Even when I go out to do some errands, I have to sit on the highest teahouse and watch my daughter-in-law's every move. The desire to control is scary.

Yu Xueyuan and Rulan came to this teahouse first, and before the people they were waiting for arrived, Qichan walked up step by step, twisting a Buddhist bead, and sat opposite Yu Xueyuan without saying a word.

When the tea in her hand was cold, Qichan recited a mantra and said calmly: "His fate is not with the young master."

After finishing speaking, he stood up, saluted lightly, turned around and walked out the door.

But Yu Xueyuan said: "It doesn't matter if you're not here, I will look for it by myself."

Isn't the meeting between him and that person the fate he found for himself?

Seven cicadas paused slightly.

Just at this moment, the door was pushed open by someone, and a person came in with a brisk footstep.The man was dressed in dusty black clothes, with a black cloth wrapped around his neck, which stretched long to the knees of his legs.His long black hair was roughly and loosely tied behind his head with a straw rope, and he was carrying a tattered bamboo hat behind his back.

A black gauze was tied between his eyebrows, about three fingers wide, and he seemed to be blind.But he walked like flying with the wind under his feet, and he seemed to be fine.The figure is broad and tall, and compared with the average frail man, he has a more quack style.There was a ruffian smile on the corner of his mouth, his face was handsome and sharp, very mysterious.

The man passed Qichan non-stop and walked towards the window, sat down neatly opposite Yu Xueyuan, picked up the tea on the table and drank it clean, smacked his lips and said in wonder: "Huh? Why is it cold?"

As soon as the words were finished, the sound of crackling beads scattered all over the floor suddenly sounded in the room.Each one is like ice cracked in water, crisp and transparent.

Everyone raised their eyes and saw that the monk with a unique face was lowering his head, and there was a trace of imperceptible astonishment on his usually dull face.

The beads that crackled all over the ground turned out to be the Buddhist beads he had been twisting in his hand, but somehow the thread broke suddenly, and all the beads fell down.

Ru Lan exclaimed, and hurriedly picked up those Buddhist beads scattered around the room.Qichan stood there without moving, his eyes widened slightly, and he turned to the man at the table with an empty teacup in his hand.