Ruyi knew that his protest had never been effective, so he had to prepare in advance, add another foot to the wall, and move the apricot tree that was built against the wall several feet inside.

Sure enough, this move greatly restrained Feng Rugu.

No matter before and after death, he was a lazy cat who was like a fake one. The wall was too high and he was too lazy to climb. He only occasionally climbed up trees, swayed his legs on the branches and looked out, or sat under the wall, looking at the world outside the wall, not knowing whether it was a yearning or nostalgia.

He hugged the gray cat in his arms. The gray cat gently licked his fingers. He picked up the gray cat and wanted to reciprocate, but he felt that the other party was so thick that he had no idea how to put it down, so he just kissed it on the forehead, meaning.

When he was tired of playing with the cat outside, he would come to the table where Ruyi was leaning down to read books, lying on the opposite side, and sleeping soundly.

An animal like cats is indeed a very consistent habit.

Although he lived in the "deep still water flowing", he was in a state of ill health. Under the severe toxic effects of the "Seven Flowers Seal", he endured the pain of injury and fatigue. He had not slept well for a whole ten years, and now he finally got it back in one breath.

Just watching him sleep in front of him, you can feel sincere happiness and tranquility.

This feels really good.

Just like turning a page of the book, I looked at him. After staring at him for a long time, I was rarely childish. I crossed the table and pinched his delicate mole on the tip of his nose. I immediately withdrew my hand, sat upright, and studied seriously.

Feng Rugu felt the movements of the outside world, raised his eyes in confusion, looked around, and failed to find the culprit, so he continued to bury between his arms, rubbed his face, and then rubbed himself a little more awake, then put his face on his forearm, tilting his head to look at Ruyi.

Like a calm face, his eyes fixed on the pages, looking like a man of heart.

Feng Rugu smiled at him: "Meow."

Ruyi took a breath of cold air, and her hands tightened her clenched on the page.

Feng Rugu walked around the desk, held the small warmer in his hand, sat down on the spot against Ruyi's chair, leaned his head resting on his legs, and arched it coquettishly.

Ruyi held the book without looking sideways, and her heart beat wildly: "You... your adoptive father, get up, the ground is too cold."

But Feng Rugu seemed to have discovered something interesting, stared at his chest for a while, flexibly squeezed in between his arms and legs, sat on his knees, lifted the front of his monk's robe, and looked inward.

Ru grabbed the collar one by one, and pressed his hand at the same time: "You..."

Feng Rugu adhered to the principle that cat's claws should not be pressed down, quickly pulled out his hand, pressed it on the back of his hand, and poked his head and said, "Your chest is lit."

Ruyi covered her chest: "..."

Feng Rugu was curious and sought knowledge: "Why."

Ru, stared at him, moistened by his tongue, and shining with a thin ray of water, grabbed a layer of clothing on her knees, and repeatedly warned herself that the quiet place of Buddhism should not do anything.

Moreover, the adoptive father was incomplete in his mind and acted recklessly at this moment, which was really a suspicion of taking advantage of others' danger.

He turned his face and reluctantly replied, "Because... I have someone in my heart."

Feng Rugu said he couldn't understand.

Ruyi softened his voice and explained to him: "As long as he calls the door, I will light a lantern for him in my heart and welcome him home."

Feng Rugu seemed to understand but not understand, lowered his head and groped in his chest: "Why don't I have it? Is my heart empty?"

Ru Yixin felt a little painful, as if she had pulled the trauma in her heart: "It's great if you adoptive father like this."

If you have worries in your heart, you will feel sad.

Even if Feng Rugu's next life is a vast snow field, it would be better if he could be carefree and happy for a lifetime.

The monks' houses on the small courtyard were built according to the blueprint of the ideal home they had drawn up by the adoptive father and himself. The adoptive father wanted to live here for as long as he wanted.

In the future, he will raise his soul and he will take him out for a trip.

He has grown up. He is not thirteen years old, and he cannot protect his adopted father's little Hongchen.

...

As the end of the year approaches, monks do not have the custom of celebrating the New Year, but people outside the mountain attach great importance to the annual day of bidding farewell to the old and welcoming the new.

There were endless people coming to burn incense in the temple. In order to ensure safety in the temple, the time for outside patrol increased. However, in one day, he always had eight hours, which belonged to Feng Ruyuan.

Later, Ruru saw that Feng Rugu and the little gray cat were both very interested in the wind chime hanging under the corridor, so she tied a bell to Feng Rugu's neck.

As expected, he liked the sound of bells very much. When he woke up in the middle of the night, he got out of bed and walked around the house, with copper balls touching silver shells, creating a crisp and lively bell sound in the room.

On the second day of the New Year, the incense in Hanshan Temple became more and more prosperous. In the courtyard of Nanshan, you can smell the smell of sandalwood day and night.

The gray cat escaped to watch the fun, leaving Feng Rugu, who was too lazy to climb the wall, stayed at home, leaned under the pillars, closed his eyes and held hands, roasted a small stove with red mud, placed a circle of chestnuts beside the stove, and waited for the roasting to enter.

"Man Pillar" was left to protect him.

After a year of life, the once strong relationship between "Renzhu" Xiaowu and Feng Rugu's once-strong relationship has been transformed into motherhood.

She took the initiative to touch a monk's robe from Ruyi's clothes hanger and put it on Feng Ruguo's body.

Feng Rugu slept soundly.

As his clothes were put on his shoulders, he shrank his body and called out softly: "...Dad, mother..."

"Renzhu" floated around him, Xiao Liu leaned over and hugged him, and said with emotion: "My mother is here."

Several other brothers were silent together, not wanting to admit that they had advanced to become uncles and aunts.

Her arms were like clouds. Feng Rugu relaxed and continued to speak her thoughts softly: "...Madam is sick, and she wants to hire a doctor..."

In the afternoon, the sky was already dark, and Feng Ruyuan's face turned pink and white under the sky light, shrank his hands and feet, and like a child, making Xiao Liu Geng feel a kind mother's heart.

Just as she was thinking about how to comfort him, she heard a crisp "kick" sound coming from behind her.

A chestnut was roasted and jumped out of the oven, rolling on the ground for a few turns, and the cracked shell revealed the fresh yellow and scorching flesh inside.

Feng Rugu opened his eyes and saw the appearance of the person in front of him. He suddenly felt like a dream and plunged into her arms.

Xiao Liu: “…?”

However, after a moment, Feng Rugu, who was about to act coquettishly, stopped his momentum in time, looked up again, looked at her, and slowly moved backwards.

He muttered in a low voice: "I read it wrong, it's not you..."

Feng Rugu has learned a lot of cat habits in the past ten years, and now he is familiar with them.

He stretched his waist lazily, picked up the rolled chestnuts from the ground, left them for himself, and picked up seven or eight other roasted chestnuts from the stove and stuffed them into the hands of the "Manzhu".

...If you see too many ugly things, you won’t be that ugly anymore.

Standing under the corridor, Feng Rugu suddenly felt a fine grain on his face.

He raised his hand and touched his cheek, looked up at the sky, looking confused, wondering what this was.

The "Pillar of Man" today is more knowledgeable than the vaguely sensible Feng Ruju.

She said: "It's snowing."

Hanshan Temple has been covered with snow in winter. When Feng Rugu was taken back to Hanshan Temple by Ruyi last year, there was no snow in the winter, but it was simply cold. At that time, Feng Rugu was very slow to see the outside world and was keen on playing the role of the Hongxing Apricot, which really made Ruyi feel troubled for several days.

This year, the heavy snow fell into a huge momentum, and the whole day of goose feather snow fell into tranquility.

The snow was filled with cranes, and the breeze thrust into the sleeves.

A black-topped ferry was moored on the river not far from Hanshan Temple. The boatman raised a green flag and signaled to stop work and no longer ferry. He carried a fishing rod and was still enjoying the joy of "fishing alone in the snow in the cold river".

It was difficult to move through the mountains, so fewer people came to burn incense, and Ruyi also made some time to come back to take care of his adopted father.

The heavier the snow falls outside the house, the more sleepy the seal becomes.

The stove in the room was burning day and night, and the silver charcoal was quietly making a tiny "silks" sound.

Feng Rugu was sleeping soundly on Ru’s legs, while the little gray cat was hugging Feng Rugu’s arms, imitating his sleeping position.

Ruyi's legs were a little numb, but he didn't say anything, and he didn't even move it. He just curled his fingers with a strand of scattered hair, wrapped around his fingertips, curling a bunch of hair into small curly hair.

At some point, Feng Rugu woke up slowly, looked at the broken jade in the sky outside, and suddenly spoke clearly: "I want to see the pomegranate flowers."

Ruyi put down the book: "It is not the time to bloom pomegranate flowers."

Feng Rugu: "Then I want to see the red apricot."

Ruyi had no choice: "...Entertainment Father. Those are only available in spring."

"Spring..." Feng Rugu murmured, "Dad told me in person that in the spring of next year, I will take me to the mountain to see apricot blossoms and pomegranate flowers."

Feng Rugu grabbed Ruyi's belt, buried his face in his lower abdomen, and asked in a muffled voice: "...When will spring come?"

Ru opened her mouth and was about to answer, but suddenly stopped.

He straightened Feng Rugu's face, asked him to face himself, and gently pressed his forehead against his forehead, rubbed it with attachment: "...It'll be here soon."

In Hanshan Temple, a young monk in green sweeping snow in front of the Bodhisattva Hall.

The weather was cold and the air turned into ice. The little monk put down his bamboo broom and put his hands on his lips to breathe. He glanced at Nanshan at the corner of his eyes, and was stunned for a moment.

He thought he had read it wrong, so he quickly rubbed his eyes and looked at it again-

The snow on the side of the Nanshan Mountain melted rapidly, and half of the clouds were moved away from the side. The originally melting ice and snow melted and turned into the soil.

Baizhe, who was sleeping underground, felt the wet and warmth of the land, and they all came forward, wondering why this hibernation was so short.

The flowers and trees quickly spit out their branches. At first, the forest was empty and the spring was light and the fragrance was cold. Soon, the green willows became shadows, the red apricots leaned against the clouds, and the spring scenery like the fire flowed all over the mountains.

The abbot of Hanshan Temple sent someone to ask, why did Ruyi forcefully to use his skills and do such a great waste, and he should return to the spring early?

"The falling snow is boring." Like a stubborn way, "I welcome the spring early, what's wrong?"

The little monk who came to ask was speechless and left embarrassedly.
To be continued...