I have something to say.
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Chapter 68 Chapter 68
"Master Hua is really profound in Buddhism. It turned out that I fell out of the routine. Since the master is in the world and smells the Buddhism according to what the master just said, should the word donor be changed?"
Wen Daidai held a pot in her hand and filled two glasses of sake. She pointed to the twisted orchid and handed one of them to the flower. A pair of watery fox eyes looked at him unblinkingly.
Flowers still look like a born master who took the glass from Wen Daidai’s hand with clear eyes, as clean as spring water, and smiled indifferently. "Daidai regards me as a confidant, but how dare flowers neglect me?"
At the moment, the flowers don’t open their mouths and keep their mouths shut. It seems natural to switch names, but Wen Daidai is a little surprised
What kind of person is this wonderful monk flower?
"The master is really different from ordinary people, and he is informal." Wen Daidai was startled for a moment, and then smiled and spoke as if he were teasing.
"I told you I’m not a master, but Dai Dai should be an unconventional person!"
The flower raised her hand and handed another glass of wine to Wen Daidai’s hand, which seemed to be a courtesy. Wen Daidai had to pick it up by accident, and almost told her to spill the wine in the cup.
These two finger tips touching each other seem to be intentional. If Wen Daidai is not really tempted, she wants to provoke this flower master, who is also a martial arts person. Everyone respects the wonderful monk, Buddhism, and does not approach women. Otherwise, she will do it at this moment. This is intentional.
If this spotless monk lifts people up, it’s really overwhelming. What’s worse, Hua is a handsome and rare monk, which is even worse.
It is Wen Daidai who always likes to provoke others to take the initiative in their own hands instead of being controlled by others. Perhaps her experience over the years has made her feel this way, so she is somewhat evasive at the moment.
Wen Daidai lowered her eyes and didn’t answer the words. She said with a wry smile, "The master of flowers is a real master, but I’m just a layman."
It’s really a pleasant thing to invite her to drink and raise a glass to the moon and shadow and go boating on the lake with the water fairy.
The moonlight was cold and misty, and the boat drifted with the water. Wen Daidai wore a purple dress tonight, and her clothes fluttered like smoke, trapping her in this dream overlap.
Hua twisted the beads in her hand and seemed to ask casually, "What’s bothering Dai Dai?"
Wen Daidai leaned against the boat and winked at her like silk, holding out her jade hand and gently stirring the river like pearls falling from her fingertips. "Master, what can I worry about?" What this world wants is nothing but food, clothing, worry, stability and wealth. How can I be upset? "
"Dai Dai, some people’s worries are in their faces, others are hidden in their hearts, and I can see your worries."
Moonlight congealed in the eyebrows and eyes, and he bowed his head and sighed as if the Buddha were pitying all beings.
Pity? She doesn’t need it!
Wen Daidai avoided answering "Master Hua, you are drunk" with a smile in her heart.
She didn’t want to say, so he didn’t ask.
"Dai Dai said I was drunk. I think I was really drunk. Maybe the moonlight is so beautiful tonight."
When the flowers let go, the slender fingers of the glass beads are put on the strings again. This time, the sound of the piano is different, like running water, moistening things with a touch of tenderness to treat all the sadness in this world.
Wen Daidai listened to the sound of Hua Qin, and she thought she might have said something wrong. She was the one who was really drunk. She wanted to be a gentle and ordinary woman in front of the flowers, but she didn’t expect to show her true colors in such a short time.
Wen Daidai is lying on her back in the boat at the moment, lazy and casual, with long hair and long sleeves hanging out, showing a lotus root arm and a gold ring around her wrist, which makes her skin match the snow.
It’s not like a good woman is too casual at all.
She looked up at the flowers. They were separated by a piano table and a piano. His fingertips touched the piano at will. His eyes were focused and gentle, and they all fell on the roots of the strings and never looked at her.
"master of flowers"
This sound is charming, soft and gentle, and it is like a fascinating ghost in such a dark night.
She can definitely afford the word "disaster", but she can’t escape such tender feelings.
Can spend smell speech to look up at the soft light in the eyes, shallow, gentle and cold. When he sees her, he usually looks at the strings less warmly than when he looks at the strings.
Relying on beauty, Wen Daidai finally hit a wall and was annoyed for a moment. It seems that in the eyes of this master, she is such a beautiful and charming beauty that she doesn’t even have an ordinary piano.
What kind of person is she if she can’t move?
Wen Daidai hung her eyes and looked down at the person in front of her, but the flower was a smile and she didn’t see it.
The sound of the piano continues, and the moon is sinking. The beautiful moonlit night is coming to an end.
The flower boat landed, Wen Daidai landed and left, which seems to be a little mean of being defeated and fleeing.
The flower picked it up before she passed the glass and touched the white porcelain with a little rouge in her hand. I don’t know which one is more delicate than the white porcelain and the suet jade.
It was this kind of amorous feelings that the flowers hooked their lips and smiled and bowed their heads and sniffed at the glass for a while.
Clear wine is poured into the cup, and the flowers are drunk at that place. The lip color is getting red and fascinating. The original clear eyes are heavy at this time. It is an ambition and greed that is determined to win.
At this time, people are in the boat, the wine is in their mouths, the piano is at hand, and the beads are at hand … beads?
The string of glazed beads that was put on your wrist every day is gone!
Wen Daidai was lying on the couch by the window. Before the moonlight dissipated, she took out a string of glazed beads from her sleeve, which was the one that was set on her wrist every day.
Coloured glaze is transparent and stained with sandalwood, which is very good to smell. Wendai holds the beads in her hand but doesn’t feel a trace of coolness. Instead, it is as warm as that person.
It’s a pity that Buddha can’t spend all her life.
Just now, Wen Daidai was angry and drunk. She saw the flowers on the piano table. This string of glazed beads is as transparent as his eyes. I think it is something he cherishes very much.
Wen Daidai was possessed for a moment. When he touched the piano, he hooked his hand and the bead fell into her sleeve.
After the ship landed, shouldn’t she be defeated and flee?
Otherwise, it will be discovered!
At this time, if the monk is missing his beloved, I think of the boat at that time, and they are afraid that they will not find it.
It’s good to find him, but she can see him again
Wen Daidai’s glass beads in her hand swayed lightly and fell on her face. Her smile was shallow but very real.