When Xiazi left the small garden, a monk appeared from behind a rockery with jagged rocks. He was wearing dirty linen clothes, a string of tattered Buddhist beads around his neck, and holding a slender blind stick.
Weiwei's infatuated Lao Wu. He had heard all the previous conversations between Xiazi and Weiwei. When he learned that Weiwei had returned safely, he finally let go of his worries that had hung over him all night. He also heard that Xiazi would send someone to guard her day and night.
Here to protect Weiwei's safety, he nodded again and again, thinking: "I should have done this a long time ago!" But he did not consider that after people came, his whereabouts might be exposed, and it was not suitable to stay in the small garden for a long time.
Go down.
He stepped onto the stone bridge and felt the cool breeze blowing against his face. Thinking of Weiwei standing here talking earlier, he couldn't help but sniff hard. There seemed to be a faint scent of Weiwei's body in the air. He also thought that Weiwei might have been there before.
He put his hand on the railing at a certain place, and then touched the railing section by section, as if he had touched Weiwei's soft and delicate hand, and he felt relaxed and happy.
He didn't know that as soon as Weiwei returned home, she stood on the balcony on the second floor of her home, overlooking the entire small garden. Of course, she observed every move of Fifth Brother, and saw him sniffing and touching the railing in weird ways, which made him uncomfortable.
He chuckled. Logically speaking, from such a long distance, Lao Wu would never be able to hear Weiwei's laughter, but at this time, the wind was blowing hard, and some sounds happened to come over. Lao Wu's hearing was very sensitive after he was blind.
, vaguely heard a hint of laughter that sounded like Weiwei's, she couldn't help but be ecstatic, and raised her head to "look" at the source of the laughter. Weiwei didn't expect that her fifth brother could hear her laughter from so far away, so she quickly covered her head.
Mouth.
"Is it you? Is it you?" Lao Wu asked twice in a row. His eyes were dark, but he could feel that the direction he was "looking" had the most dazzling light in his life, and there was something worth waiting for for his whole life.
Naturally, Weiwei couldn't hear Fifth Brother's voice, and saw that his lips were moving slightly, as if he was talking. She had been raising her husband for more than ten years, and although she longed for Fifth Brother, she had never thought about marrying him.
No longer had any thoughts of contact. Lao Wu talked in the direction of Weiwei for a while. He pricked up his ears and listened carefully, but there was no sound again. He lowered his head dejectedly, lit his blind stick again, and looked for flowers and plants.