Thirty-five, who is infatuated

After making a decision, Yu Qingcun unconsciously became more and more anxious, and kept whipping all the way. But seeing that the wild mountains were confused and the smoke rose everywhere, Yu Qingcun rode on the dust, and instantly sank into the blue twilight.

He had too many doubts in his heart. At this time, he wished to see Jinglian immediately, but he asked clearly, and then he had no regrets for the rest of his life.

After getting the Dashan Gate and settling down the pommel horse bag, Yu Qingcun hurriedly picked up the steps. When he got to the hall, because he remembered the path, he turned to the other courtyard by himself.

Walking quickly, he suddenly heard an urgent call behind him: "Oh, stop!"

Turning around, it was Jue Hui. But when he saw that he rushed up breathlessly, he grabbed Yu Qingcun's sleeve.

"Hey, you! - Ah?! Mr. Yu..." Jue Hui looked an indant and was about to attack, but he saw that it was Yu Qingcun. He couldn't help but stay, hesitantly withdrew his hand and said, "Who am I? It turned out to be Mr. Yu. It's just that the master has just presided over a Buddhist event and is resting in the backyard, telling me not to wait to disturb..."

After hearing the sentence "I just finished hosting a Buddhist event", Yu Qingcun suddenly became cold-hearted. But it turned out that the whole journey was empty. Everything there was the same as before, and there was no change at all because of his jade.

It's just that he took that night seriously. The pure lotus didn't care. The so-called Buddha sacrifices his life to travel. Or, it is not the toxicity that Jinglian removes him at all. All kinds of things are just my own infatuation. Yu Qingcun's heart was extremely painful, but there was some smile on his face, which was full of irony and looked extremely desolate.

Chueh-hui is opening her big eyes and looking carefully at Yu Qingcun's face. He knew that Master Jinglian was different from this Mr. Yu, but he didn't want to be very guilty to this handsome and handsome Mr. Yu. But when he suddenly saw the bleak smile on Yu Qingcun's face, he couldn't help but be shocked. He retreated a small step and said, "Mr. Yu... The master said that he will come back after the rest... The master has always liked people... trespassing into the backyard..."

The breeze swept over the mountain path, and the jade silk scarf flew gently in the wind, and his face looked sad and beautiful. He turned his head slightly to look at Xiang Juehui, with a slight smile, but said in a hoarse voice, "Master, since I'm here, I'll see him and just say goodbye to his face. I am responsible for all the blame.

Hearing his words like this, Jue Hui actually surged a strong sadness in her heart. He was shocked for a moment, quickly put his palms together, lowered his eyes and read a Buddha. He secretly said that he was guilty. How could he have a root of love? When he raised his eyes, he saw that Yu Qingcun had drifted to the path leading to the other courtyard.

He opened his mouth, wanted to shout, and stopped. Looking at Yu Qingcun's back, I only felt that the handsome Mr. Yu was so sad today. He stood at the intersection, but he seemed to be infected by the sadness. He did not move, and he was at a loss. He forgot the Buddhist precept that he could not move his love roots.

The source of cigarettes in front of the hall rises, lingering in the air, and the gloomy twilight of the mountains, even if it is still green, it is still empty and sad.