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She was stunned.
How come the Buddha statue sheds tears?
She rubbed her eyes and was about to take a closer look when pale lightning flashed through the thick clouds, and rain poured down in an instant, soaking the Buddha statue.
Nan Baoyi smiled.
It turns out that it¡¯s not the Buddha statue weeping, but the rain from the sky.
She opened the paper umbrella, protected A Ruian and the Pei family's young lady, and hurried to Pingping Temple.
The temple door was open, and a group of people entered the cloister. They saw that the temple was deserted, the eaves were clean, and the garden was quiet. There were occasional rustling sounds, and a lonely bird flew under the eaves to take shelter from the rain.
Nan Baoyi whispered: "This temple is so quiet, there is not even a single pilgrim."
Xiao Sui twisted the Buddhist beads and said, "Go in and have a look."
There is a Buddha statue standing in the Buddhist hall. The red paint of the wooden fish is peeling off. It may have been knocked by someone for many years. There is a burner of incense in front of the Buddha. The incense has only burned a small part. Apparently someone has appeared just now.
Everyone passed through the gold foil screen behind the Buddhist hall and walked along the verandah for a while. Amidst the sound of the pattering rain, they could vaguely catch the voice of a woman singing.
They chased the singing and soon found a Zen room.
The bamboo curtain beside the window is rolled up high. A middle-aged woman wearing indigo woven and dyed linen, with a thin figure and a sallow complexion, and her left and right faces seem to be asymmetrical, is sitting upright behind the window, embroidering and humming a tune.
Nan Baoyi asked politely: "Are you the owner of this temple?"
In the ancient city of Luoyang, because the Yin family, the first-class noble family, believed in Buddhism, people all over the city also followed Buddhism. Many loyal believers even transformed their homes into temples.
The middle-aged woman held the embroidery needle and looked at everyone in surprise. Then she smiled gently and said, "I am. Looking at how you are dressed, you are all from other places, right? Do you want to stay overnight?"
Nan Baoyi nodded happily: "We are willing to pay for incense."
"We are just guests, so we don't have to be like this." The woman put down her embroidery bandage and embroidery needle, "The temple is very big, and there are still a few empty meditation rooms. Come with me."
The bamboo verandah is particularly quiet.
Nan Baoyi looked at the courtyard and did not see the famous peonies. However, he saw several lush hibiscus flowers beside the Taihu rockery.
She smiled and said, "Master, why don't you plant some peonies? Walking through Luoyang, I saw that every household here likes to plant peonies. They are very beautiful."
"Although peonies are good, I still prefer hibiscus." The woman opened the door of the Zen house and said, "Take a look, are you satisfied?"
The Zen room is very clean.
Nan Baoyi looked at Xiao Sui, who had a calm expression on his face. He thought he didn't dislike this place.
So she said warmly: "Thank you, Sister."
The woman explained the location of the kitchen and the firewood pile before going back to continue her embroidery.
Since he didn¡¯t bring a maid with him, and Xiao Sui was a delicate master who could fall down in the slightest breeze, Nan Baoyi had to make the bed by herself.
Ah Ruan obediently took the initiative to pack up the change of clothes. Pei Chuchu climbed onto the bed and helped Nan Baoyi spread the mattress inside.
Xiao Sui stood by the window and whispered: "Did you hear anything?"
Nan Baoyi didn't take it seriously: "The sound of rain, and the little song sung by the auntie."
Pei Chuchu held the corner of the thin blanket and carefully folded it under the mattress: "She is also very particular about singing. She sings very beautifully. She must have worked hard when she was young."
Seeing that she had tucked the blanket away, Nan Baoyi took her off the bed and said, "This song is very familiar to me. I seem to have heard it somewhere. Why did His Highness suddenly ask about this?"
Xiao Sui twisted the Buddhist beads one by one.
Through the rain curtain, he stared at several pomegranate trees in the courtyard. The rain washed the green leaves, and the dense crimson buds were vaguely visible among them.
He said calmly: "The pomegranate flowers are about to bloom."
Nan Baoyi raised his eyebrows.
This guy talks a lot, changing one topic to another, and never pays attention to other people's replies. He should work with Poinsettia. Anyway, a commoner like her has no common language with Xiao Sui.
The rain is getting heavier and the sky is getting darker.
Because there are no monks in the temple, you have to prepare dinner by yourself.
Nan Baoyi doesn¡¯t know how to cook.
Ah Ruan volunteered to cook a sumptuous dinner for everyone. He took out an old hen from the chicken coop with great effort and excitedly carried the chicken by its neck to the kitchen. However, the old hen nudged his hand vigorously. He was forced to let go of his hand in pain, and the old hen immediately flapped its wings and ran away, leaving Ah Ruo disgraced.
Nan Baoyi is boiling water under the eaves.??I want to laugh but I don¡¯t have the nerve to laugh.
Fortunately, Pei Chuchu is a young lady with strong hands-on skills. She dug out a three-legged pottery steamer from the kitchen and cooked a fairly delicious pot of beans and vegetables, which solved everyone's dinner problem.
After nightfall, Nan Baoyi took care of the two children, bathed and washed them, settled them on the couch, and slept with her in the outside room of the Zen room.
The sound of rain falls and the candlelight dances.
Nan Baoyi seemed to hear that piece of music again while he was half asleep and half awake.
She opened her eyes.
She suddenly remembered why she felt this song was familiar to her.
She once heard it in Yulouchun, which is a folk song unique to Jinguan City.
Seeing that A Ruian and Pei Chuchu were sleeping soundly, she lowered her voice and said, "Your Highness, I remembered that I heard the song sung by the aunt in Yulouchun. The aunt said that she loved Furong more. Come to think of it, she probably He's from Jinguan City. We were just staying overnight, but we didn't expect that we would meet an old friend in a foreign country."
"Meeting an old friend in a foreign country?"
Xiao Sui's voice sounded faintly.
His voice was cold, and hearing it on a rainy night made people feel chilled all over.
Nan Baoyi sat up and looked outside the room.
Why does she think Xiao Sui is standing outside the house talking?
She opened the quilt, picked up the horn lamp on the lamp stand, and walked over curiously.
Pushing open the door, the night wind mixed with rain blew into my face, making me feel slightly moist and cold.
The green gauze lantern under the eaves swayed with light green light and shadow. Xiao Sui, dressed in white and wearing a large cloak, stood quietly under the eaves. His lonely shadow stretched on the steps and extended towards the courtyard.
The rockery in the courtyard turned into a dark phantom, the pomegranate tree trembled in the wind, and the bright red pomegranate buds fluttered to the ground. The soil on the ground was washed away by the rain, revealing a palm with rotten flesh.
??Further forward, where the soil is thin, a large number of bones have been washed away by the rain.
Nan Baoyi swallowed, and her beautiful face quietly turned pale.
Xiao Sui raised his eyes and stared at the warm yellow lights of the Zen room in the distance.
The woman's figure is reflected in the window lattice, with needle and thread flying, as if she is still busy with embroidery.
He said meaningfully: "Do you like meeting old friends in a foreign country like this?"
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The bright red pomegranate flowers fly through the fingertips like magic, making the beautiful hands even more delicate and white.
Luoyang Prefecture.
Han Yanliang knelt down in front of the low desk, playing with a few pomegranate flowers out of boredom.
Tired of playing, she raised her head and looked at the man opposite: "Shen Yichao, you have been here for two days, but they don't even want to see you. It shows that the Yin family doesn't want to see you at all. I'm really bored. , are you going to find me some conversation books to pass the time?"
Shen Yichao had his hands wrapped in his wide sleeves, his expression not very pretty.
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