1448 If you don't leave me, you won't abandon me 56
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A kind of natural kindness of blood is born, and the back is a bit similar to his father.
This time it should be Grandpa!
"Are you Master Jue Hui?"
Yang Zimei pressed his inner excitement and stepped forward to ask.
The monk stood up from the futon, and then turned around with the bead.
When he saw Yang Zimei's eyebrows, the Buddha beads on his hand fell to the ground, scattered all over the ground, and Ding Ding Ding Ding was scrambled around.
"Huihui-"
The monk of Jue Hui screamed excitedly, and those eyes had an incredible surprise.
I can call out the name of the *** milk full of emotions, this time I really have a dear grandfather.
He and his father's face are similar, but even more handsome and handsome, even if he is bald and wearing a gloomy cricket, he can't hide his style of coach.
And his temperament is quiet and indifferent, giving a very comfortable feeling, just like the distant mountains.
"grandfather--"
Yang Zimei naturally called this name, "I'm not Zeng Hui, I am the granddaughter of Zeng Hui!"
Jue Hui's body was slightly stiff, her eyes were locked on Yang Zimei's face, and finally laughed, "It turns out, it is just a dream in Yangzhou."
"How can it be a dream? Grandpa!"
Yang Zimei screamed slightly excitedly, "I have been looking for you! *** I always have you in my heart!"
"Amitabha, the former dust is like a smoke, please return it."
Jue Hui's expression became indifferent, and she seemed to be truly entering the empty door, seeing the old monk through the old things.
If he didn't see his name excitedly just now, Yang Zimei really thought he saw the red dust, and didn't remember the past.
"Grandpa, I don't want to go back, don't you want to know the situation of ***? The grandma disappeared because of his child on the same day. For the child, do you know what she did?"
Thinking of his irresponsibility, thinking of *** miserable half of his life, Yang Zimei was a bit angry.
Jue Hui's brows moved slightly, and her hands void made the action of twisting Buddha beads.
"Smoke cloud? Can you be a smoke cloud? Isn't my granddaughter standing in front of you alive? Do you dare to say that you really forget your grandma?"
Yang Zimei smiled, "Grandpa, don't deceive himself, shave his head, and enter the temple to see the monk through the monk. In fact, you didn't see it at all."
Jue Hui's old face was slightly red.
"Jue Hui, I want to think about what I love is the real Zen. You have been participating in 40 years, but you have been unable to participate, because you have been unable to let go, and you can’t look directly at it. Leaving with her
Bar!"
The young monk came out of the way before.
Jue Hui's expression shook again, lowered her head ashamed, bent to pick up the beads scattered on the ground.
Yang Zimei also squatted down, helping him pick up the beads, put it together, take out a red rope from the storage ring ring to help wear it.
Jue Hui kept watching, and Sira returned to more than forty young memories.
I still remember that when I first saw the beautiful girl, she was sitting on the autumn thousands of white skirts, and she was swaying without worry, as if everything in the world was beautiful, concentrated on her, letting him feel refreshed, secretly affectionate.
The two quietly fell in love, and they lost their minds on a moon night.
Later, he was drained by his father to Jiangzhou to work for several months.
When I came back, I heard that she was missing.
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