The Real Daughter With A Buddha-like Mindset

   Chapter 464 No Appointment

  Bo Yuxun couldn't tell what he felt in his heart, moved, or admired?

   He thinks he can't do it, so the mirror is extremely rare in his eyes.

   He saw a streak of soot on Mingjing's cheek, and subconsciously blurted out, "Don't move."

   Mingjing stopped and looked up at him.

  Bo Yuxun brushed off the soot with his fingertips, his fingertips were slightly hot, and her cheeks were cold, the moment they touched it, it was like a wildfire, sweeping everything in an instant.

  The two were stunned at the same time.

  Bo Yuxun was the first to break the embarrassment, "Your face is dirty."

   Mingjing subconsciously raised his hand and touched his cheek, and said casually, "Thank you."

  Bo Yuxun put the back of his hand behind him, his fingertips burning hot.

  At the door of the kitchen, Qu Feitai stood there quietly, his hand hanging by his side tightly clenched into a fist.

   "Pa Da Pa Da" raindrops strung into beads under the eaves, chiseled on the blue bricks without a break, and splashed scattered water.

   Qu Feitai turned and left.

  The hot water in the cauldron was bubbling, and Mingjing scooped the hot water into the wooden basin.

  Bo Yuxun squatted at the stove where Mingjing had just squatted, and while adding firewood, he said, "Go and take a hot bath, I will continue to boil the water."

   Mingjing looked at Bo Yuxun.

   As if he understood Ming Jing's eyes, Bo Yuxun smiled helplessly: "In your eyes, I don't even know how to burn fire, I have participated in field survival training."

   The fetch was purely an accident.

   "Then I'll trouble Doctor Bo."

  Der Spiegel left with the basin in hand.

   briefly wiped his body, and Mingjing took out a washed and whitish Ziyi from the wooden box, dreaded the dust on it, and put it on his body.

   Hang your undressed clothes on a rack to dry.

  Der Spiegel took a towel and wiped his wet hair little by little.

   "Knock knock knock" the door was gently knocked.

"Enter."

   "Squeaky" the door opened, Zheng Qing leaned against the door frame, folded his arms, "I'm hungry."

   Looking up, she suddenly widened her eyes.

   "My dear, what ugly clothes are you wearing?"

   Zheng Qingso walked in, looked at Ming Jing's clothes, and pouted in disgust.

   "It's so ugly, it seals your beauty."

The Ziyi was originally dark brown, and it was almost white after washing. The quality of the coarse cloth is very good. On this Ziyi, you can see a strong sense of age. Even after thousands of times of tempering, it is still stubbornly conservative Its own true character is the same as its owner's virtue.

   Nazi's clothes are extra large, simple in cut, without any waist, which highlights the girl's thin body more and more, and makes her skin congeal like white jade.

   The half-length hair was wetly draped over his shoulders, growing tenaciously and desperately one by one.

   Zheng Qing stared blankly for a while.

   Wearing a white dress, she is a fairy who has entered the mortal world by mistake. Wearing black clothes, she is a mysterious and cold messenger. She wears white clothes that have been washed.

  Zheng Qing sees purity in her, a kind of simple and extremely serious purity.

   The fame and fortune pursued by the world are just passing by to her, and she never cares.

   Zheng Qing suddenly grabbed her hand and asked very seriously, "What can keep you?"

   Zheng Qing suddenly had an intuition that one day in this world, she won't be able to keep her.

  The bright mirror raised his eyes, the black and white eyes were gentle and deep, like the vast starry sky, the eternal mysterious universe.

   Zheng Qing was a little annoyed, she never knew what Mingjing likes to eat, play, do, or who he likes?

  If there is no fetters and nostalgia, she will always be with this ancient Buddha in the mountains.

   She said, "Aqing, after all, you still understand me."

   A Qing has represented a lot.

  Tears welled up in Zheng Qing's eyes.

   "You finally admitted it."

   She bent down and hugged the mirror, like a lost treasure.

"You said we were going to Titlis, where there is snow that never melts all year round, to Walden Pond, to see the place where Thoreau once lived in seclusion, to Iceland to see the aurora... There are so many things to do, what do you do? Can you leave me alone?"

  Under the eaves, raindrops fell on the bluestone slabs.

  The sound of wind and rain came whistling.

  The mirror looked out the window, his eyes gradually became condensed.

   "I missed the appointment."

   "No, it's not too late, you still have a lifetime." The stubborn tone was like a coquettish child.

   Mingjing sighed: "You're wet, wipe your body, I'll heat hot water."

  Der Spiegel got up and left.

   Zheng Qing snorted: "Every time you run away at this time, there will always be a day when you can't escape."

  Bo Yuxun was stunned for a moment when he saw the mirror that appeared at the door of the kitchen.

"you…."

   The bright mirror at this time gave him a strong sense of distance.

   That simple Ziyi also took away her halo, her honor, her fame and status.

   Standing in front of him at this moment is just a meditating meditator in an old nunnery deep in the mountains.

   No desire, no desire, no sorrow or joy.

   "Doctor Bo, I'm sorry to bother you." Ding Jing brought buckets of hot water into the room and poured it into the big wooden bucket.

   Find a Ziyi for Zheng Qing.

   "You're about the same size as Senior Sister, so put on Senior Sister's clothes first, and then you'll go."

   Zheng Qing shook his head into a rattle, "I don't wear nun clothes."

   Ding Jing gave her a faint look.

   Zheng Qing took it over, looking up and down the clothes, his eyes were full of disgust.

   Zi clothes quilts in winter, not to mention how ugly they are.

   She dislikes her feet even as a foot wipe.

  How could her delicate skin endure such devastation.

  Der Spiegel closed the door of the room and left.

  Qu Feitai was sitting on the stairs under the eaves, and his back was a bit lonely in the rain.

   Hearing the footsteps, Qu Feitai turned his head subconsciously.

   His dark pupils shrank suddenly.

   So this is the mirror before I knew him.

   "The conditions in the mountains are poor, and there is no way to take a hot bath in time. After Ah Qing has finished taking a bath, you can go take a shower, okay?"

  Qu Feitai pursed his lips: "Of course."

  Der Spiegel sat down beside him, stretched out his hand, and the raindrops fell on his palm, feeling the coolness of that moment.

   "Without the internet and no signal, will you feel bored?"

   Qu Feitai looked at her profile, and his eyes seemed to have starlight jumping.

   "What about you, don't you get bored?"

  Der Spiegel shook his head: "I like the blue sky, the mountain fog in the morning, and the sweet fresh air forever. The scenery anywhere in the world can't be compared with it."

  Titlis Snow Mountain, Walden Pond, the aurora in Iceland, no matter how wonderful the scenery is, it is not as good as half an inch of the sky in the nunnery.

  Qu Feitai looked at her blankly and said, "This is the paradise in my heart. If I can, I want to live here forever."

  Blow the wind she blew, look at the moon she has seen, and walk the path she has traveled.

   Every inch of land here has traces of her stepping on it, and it is not boring at all.

   Zheng Qing opened the door and walked out, "Mingjing, this dress is too ugly..."

   Seeing Qu Feitai, Zheng Qing raised his eyebrows and immediately changed his tone: "Ah, it's pretty good, at least your clothes, um, really fragrant."

   Zheng Qing deliberately sniffed the clothes, with an ambiguous expression on his face.

   Qu Feitai's eyes gradually sank, a dead rogue...

   Mingjing shook his head helplessly, "Okay, just say a few words less."

   Zheng Qing deliberately swayed in front of Qu Feitai, "Ugly is a little ugly, but it's warm, so let's wear it."

   "Yeah, Xiaofei, I see your clothes are soaking wet, what should you do, what are you wearing later, you won't catch a cold?"

   Ming Jing thought for a while, then turned around and walked into the room, and took out a quilted Ziyi.

   "This is the last piece, you can make do with it."

   Qu Feitai took it and gave her a deep look: "Thank you."

   After Qu Feitai left, Zheng Qing grabbed Mingjing: "What are you doing? He is a man, how can you put your clothes on for him?"

   Mingjing smiled and shook his head: "If clothes lose their value to keep out the cold, what's the point of their existence?"

   "That's not what you mean, sigh, you just fueled that kid's flame."

   Zheng Qing rolled his eyes and suddenly laughed mysteriously: "That's fine too."

   What's better? She didn't say what happened next.

  I can't keep you, there is always someone who can keep you.

  Der Spiegel picked up the umbrella on one side and walked into the rain: "I dug up some wild sweet potatoes in the mountains, let's wash it, steam it and wrap it up."

   Zheng Qing's exaggerated scream came from behind: "What? You let me eat wild sweet potatoes? What are you kidding?"

   Zheng Qing, who was squatting by the well washing sweet potatoes, wanted to run away.

  Think of her famous ghost-faced Qingluan, and Dangtang Qingzong, who holds the lifeblood of the future entertainment industry, actually squatting in an old temple deep in the mountains washing sweet potatoes.

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   There is no old musty smell on the clothes, only a faint herbal fragrance mixed with a little bit of bitterness.

The    is a little narrow, and the hem only reaches the knee, but it can still keep out the cold.

  Qu Feitai touched the rough cloth, which was a little hard and cold, like the wind in this mountain for no reason.

   is close to the body, cold and hot, ice and fire, destroying the dry and pulling the rotten, overwhelming.

   He thought, he must be ugly at the moment, but it was the closest to her.

  Stop.

  Qu Feitai closed his eyes and shook off the random thoughts in his mind.

   Der Spiegel treats him with trust, how can he desecrate her lightly.

   Absolutely not.

   Mingjing roasted yam and boiled a pot of cold soup.

   Zheng Qing swears that this is the most shabby meal she has ever eaten in her life, but she eats it with relish.

   The sweet potato is very sweet and fragrant, even better than the sweet potato sold outside. Zheng Qing ate seven or eight in one go until he burped, and hurriedly drank the cold-dispelling soup.

   At this moment, Qu Feitai came in.

   "Pfft" Zheng Qing spurted out all the cold-dispelling soup from his mouth.

   She rubbed her stomach and smiled, unable to straighten her waist.

   Touching the phone everywhere, no, it must be photographed. It is definitely the biggest black history in Qu Feitai's life.

   Both Li Ling and Bo Yuxun were stunned for a moment, then looked at Zheng Qing and then at Qu Feitai.

  This... It's obviously the same clothes, but the effect is completely different.

   Zheng Qing's skeleton is slender, and wearing Ziyi on his body is similar to the effect of a mirror. It was also at this time that Li Ling realized that this man was a little too feminine. Although he always leaned in the direction of the man, he still couldn't hide the femininity in his bones.

   But Qu Feitai, this is completely tall and big, and the chest muscles are almost bursting the clothes, and the picture is really a little joyful.

   "Qu Feitai, if you show this to your fans, will you instantly become your black fan?" Zheng Qing shook his phone and said rather gloating.

   Qu Feitai glanced at her, and said indifferently, "It's good that Mr. Qing is happy."

   Yo heh, this guy is starting to have a heart.

   Children can be taught.

  Der Spiegel pulled out a few burnt potatoes from the fire and placed a bowl of soup in front of him.

   "There's nothing in the mountains, so let's make do with it."

   Qu Feitai sat down on the stool, revealing a section of his thigh instantly, and the hairs of his legs were curled up by the fire, Zheng Qing couldn't help laughing again.

   Several people formed a circle around the fire, listening to the sound of rain outside, nibbling sweet potatoes, and chatting, the atmosphere was warm and quiet.

  Zheng Qing rolled his eyes, and his eyes fell on Bo Yuxun: "It's boring, why don't we play games?"

  Li Ling came a little interested: "How to play?"

   As Zheng Qing flipped her wrist, a cup of dagger appeared in her palm. With the palm as the turntable and the dagger as the pointer, the dagger quickly rotated in the palm of her hand.

   "The most important quality of a person is honesty and boldness. Everyone sitting here today is a leader in all walks of life, including me, of course." Zheng Qing did not forget to brag about himself.

   "Today, I will take this opportunity to test everyone's quality. Whoever is pointed at by the tip of the knife should choose honesty or boldness. Let me tell the rules first, and don't lie. Those who lie will be poor and lonely for the rest of their lives."

   Qu Feitai hummed: "Isn't that just Truth or Dare?" Such a set of high-sounding rhetoric.

   "Of course it's different, what truth or dare? We are a challenge to test your quality. As long as you accept the challenge, you will be a warrior in your life."

  Li Ling praised: "Well said, I support it."

   Zheng Qing's eyes fell on Bo Yuxun, "Doctor Bo?"

  Bo Yuxun nodded: "Sounds interesting, I'll join."

   Zheng Qing looked at Mingjing: "My little Mingjing?"

  Der Spiegel opened the sweet potato and nodded while eating.

  Zheng Qing finally looked at Qu Feitai: "Our little king?"

  Qu Feitai nodded solemnly.

   Zheng Qing's fingers landed on the dagger, flicked it gently, and the dagger quickly spun in her palm.

  The final dagger points to Qufeitai.

   Qu Feitai was a little speechless, Zheng Qing must have targeted him on purpose.

   "I choose honesty."

   Zheng Qing touched his chin: "Let me think about it, who is your favorite person?"

  Qu Feitai subconsciously glanced at the mirror, then quickly removed it, pursed his lips, and said bluntly: "The mirror."

   "I like her kindness, her purity, her seriousness, she is the most beautiful girl I have ever seen in the world, and I have no reason not to like her."

   Zheng Qing whistled: "Have vision."

   Mirror color is as usual.

  Bo Yuxun raised his eyebrows, his eyes lingering on Ming Jing and Qu Feitai, his smile was meaningful.

  Li Ling clicked his tongue: "It's nice to be young."

   (end of this chapter)