At this moment, a burst of music sounded in my ears.
"The clock on the windowsill ticks.
It's raining outside the window
i stared
dusty guitar
It's just that the string of love is loosened
I am in a vase
crying lily
…”
"Master, what kind of song is this? It's very nice... but a little sad." Hong Boy asked curiously.
Fangzheng looked up and saw a pot of lilies placed on the balcony on the third floor. The window was open, and the white window screen was dancing gently with the wind. A wind chime hung on the window, dancing with the wind and emitting sounds.
The tinkling sound seems to be dancing to this song.
The music stopped before the song was finished, and I didn't know what happened in the room.
"Master, I want to ask you, what song is this?" Honghai'er asked.
Fang Zheng said: "I heard the crying lily when I was a teacher. Not many people listen to it now..." Fang Zheng rarely listens to popular songs now, and he doesn't know if anyone still listens to them now.
There may be songs from the era when he was young, but most of them are from the nostalgic group of people...
Fang Zheng shook his head. This song reminded him a lot. He thought of the rustling sound of pens rubbing against paper in the classroom when he was in school. He thought of the symbols written in chalk on the blackboard that made him dizzy.
The girl he had secretly seen...
"Crying lily? It sounds very sad. Forget it, I don't want to think about it anymore." Red Boy muttered.
At this moment, an exclamation suddenly came from upstairs: "Ah! Be careful!"
Snapped!
Fang Zheng only felt that something was hit on his head, and then a piece of soil, tiles fell, and a flower fell down. Fang Zheng grabbed the flower and the petals shook, but did not scatter.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." A girl exclaimed from upstairs.
Fang Zheng pulled the dirt off his bald head, looked up and saw a girl in somewhat neutral clothing speaking nervously, then shrank back.
"No, your head is exposed, and you still want to run? Don't you know what it means to be able to run? A monk can run to the temple?" Red Boy shouted.
Boom!
Fang Zheng raised his hand and gave Hong Boy a big chestnut. What are these naughty children talking about? They are monks, okay?
Hong Hai'er said dissatisfied: "Master, you are rough and irrational, that's what you are. Who is this person? The flower pot fell and hit someone, but he even shrank back and didn't say a word..."
"Who is silent?" At this time, a panting female voice came, and then a girl with a long ponytail ran over. She had pink eyes, thin lips, and some tough lines, and she looked very handsome.
Energetic and energetic. Wearing jeans and a T-shirt, he looks a bit neutral...
"What did you do?" Red Boy asked, pointing to the square flower pot on the ground.
The girl blushed and said, "I did it. What, I'm sorry... are you okay?" Looking at Fang Zheng, the girl's face turned even redder. At the same time, she secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
She was really like Amitabha after smashing people to death. At the same time, she was extremely curious, what kind of head did this monk have? A flowerpot fell on the third floor, and if she smashed it, nothing would happen...
"Amitabha, don't worry, the poor monk is fine." Fang Zheng is indeed fine. The moon-white monk's robe protects his body. Let alone a flower pot, it's fine if a bomb drops. Since everything is fine, why bother others?
Hong Hai'er was unhappy and said: "What do you mean it's okay? My master was smashed..."
"Then what do you want?" The girl also discovered that the big monk was easy to talk to, but this little thing that looked like a porcelain doll was quite difficult to deal with.
Hong Hai'er thought for a while and said, "At least you have to take care of the food, right?"
Fang Zheng just wanted to teach Hong Boy a lesson, but when he heard it, it seemed to make sense... Seeing that it was almost noon, no one was taking care of the food, and he was sitting on the curb starving again.
The girl was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said: "I thought it was such a big deal, okay, I'll take care of the food! Okay?"
Hong Hai'er showed a proud smile, but still glanced at Fang Zheng, who smiled bitterly and said: "Donor, this poor monk is a naughty disciple, please don't take it to heart." He directly opened his mouth to beg for food. Fang Zheng was really a little embarrassed to let him speak.
Absolutely no.
Hong Hai'er was immediately discouraged. He found that this master was really unable to hold up the wall! He had laid the groundwork so well, but in the end he still fell short.
However, the girl smiled: "I don't mind it, but I definitely have to treat you to a meal. By the way, can I ask a question?"
Fang Zheng asked: "What does the donor want to ask?"
"Are you really a monk?" The girl's big eyes were shining, obviously she was really curious.
Fang Zheng nodded and said: "Amitabha..."
"Isn't this nonsense? If my master were not a monk, there would be no monks in the world." Hong Hai'er said so confidently that even he, a boy who scattered wealth under the Bodhisattva, was thrown in and trained. Such a monk can still
Could it be fake?
However, when his words fell into the girl's ears, they turned into a joke and she was treated as a childish remark and not taken seriously. But one thing was certain, the monk in front of him was indeed a monk. His curiosity was satisfied.
He clapped his hands and said, "Okay, let's go, let's go have a big dinner!"
"Uh, why don't you go to your house to eat?" Honghai'er wondered. The girl's home was upstairs, so why did she go out?
The girl blushed and said: "Um...I don't know how to cook..."
"Where are your parents?" Honghai'er asked.
"It's not here. If it were, it would be easy." The girl shook her head bitterly.
However, Fang Zheng saw a cunning look in the girl's eyes. She was obviously lying, but it didn't matter. Fang Zheng didn't have to go to her house for dinner.
We had lunch at a small restaurant. Fang Zheng and Hong Hai'er each ordered a bowl of clear noodle soup. The girl sat next to him with a look of surprise on his face, his big eyes rolling around and he didn't know what he was thinking.
From time to time, I would secretly look at Fang Zheng and Hong Hai'er.
However, they found that the two of them really didn't seem to dislike it. Instead, they ate with gusto. In the end, they even drank the soup without wasting any of it.
Especially Fang Zheng, every move has a hint of Zen, as if there is no fireworks, neither fast nor slow, which makes people feel very comfortable, as if what is sitting there is not a person, but a tree or a grass.
, a mountain, naturally, it should be there. It will never appear obtrusive, but it makes people feel peaceful and very comfortable.
After finishing the meal, Fang Zheng clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha, thank you so much for the donor."
"You're welcome, this is what I should do..." The girl waved her hands quickly, and then asked: "Are you really a monk?"