Hong Cen donated a hundred taels of sesame oil money to the temple and settled down naturally.
He lived in a side courtyard, where pilgrims usually rest.
Every day, I listen to the morning bells and evening drums, the sound of wooden fish, the chanting of sutras, the smell of sandalwood, and the sight of the curling smoke, and my mood gradually settles and becomes calm.
The days are actually peaceful.[
There was also a sense of indifference to the world in my heart, which was clear and ethereal.
Clear mountains and green streams, birds singing gracefully.
For the first time, I felt such a clear state of mind.
Especially when you miss someone like this.
Hong Cen stayed for a few days.
He would not pay attention to what happened in the city.
I just want to live here peacefully until the time to meet Ying'er.
On this day, he took his piano and walked into a small forest behind the temple, sitting calmly by the stream. A peerless good man, with a plain piano, quiet and refined, like a rare ink painting, calm and peaceful.
After a while, Su's fingers gently teased, and the cool string sound was accompanied by the stream, the falling leaves flying in the wind, and dancing in a confused sigh.
At this time, under a tree not far away, a slender figure looked at his back with tears in his eyes.
It is Liu Yue.
That day, when Liu Huai returned home, her lie was exposed. After several conversations, she knew that if she continued to lie, it would only bring trouble to Hong Cen. However, she really liked him very much! For
He and she can become very good and obedient. Many people know that Liu Yue is a naughty and lively girl, but she has become much quieter in recent months.
Hong Cen is not a member of the martial arts world, and he is not the kind of person with special skills. Besides, now that he is devoted to playing the piano, he has reached a state of selflessness where the piano is the person and the person is the piano. How could he pay attention to the person behind him?
It was getting late, and Hong Cen stopped playing the piano. His fingertips were a little red, and his eyes were filled with sadness, like ripples in a deep pool.