His joints were clenched until they turned white, and a sneer appeared on his thin lips.
Like he was extremely angry.
"Aren't you understanding a lot?"
His breathing was slightly heavy, his brows were arrogant, and he started walking forward again.
"It's a pity that I took a wrong approach and got it completely wrong."
Shen Zhiyi caught up with him, unyielding, even pulling his sleeve, "Then tell me about it."
…
For several days in a row, Shen Zhiyi was dragged to the main hall by him to listen to the sutras.
At the beginning, she was very interested and occasionally answered the abbot's questions and asked a few more.
But later on, she leaned on her elbows and sat sideways on the cushion.
He even reached out and fiddled with the corner of his robe.
Every time this happened, Yan Zhuoxu would reach out with an expressionless face and pull the monk's robe back.
"concentrate."
Shen Zhiyi stared at his sharp profile in a daze, and said in a daze: "It's too good-looking, I can't concentrate."
Yan Zhuoxu looked back at her, his eyes like a deep pool.
Shen Zhiyi suddenly came back to his senses and said with a wry smile: "It's gold thread. Gold thread looks good."
"Tacky," he commented calmly.
Shen Zhiyi curled her lips, “I just like this kind of tacky things.”
"I'm not like the master, pure and simple."
"I want a lot of things."
She rarely reveals her true self in front of him.
But for some reason, in this hall, she didn't want to pretend with him.
Therefore, she sat in an untidy manner, but she was not worried about her "ugly appearance" being seen or criticized by others.
There are no chastening nannies here.
There was no mistress or elder sister, always waiting to find fault with her.
It was the first time for her to feel so relaxed.
Yan Zhuoxu looked at the calmness on her face and suddenly saw a light brighter than the Buddha's light.
His heart skipped a beat and he lowered his eyelashes.
Pure heart and few desires?
A barely perceptible hint of self-mockery appeared at the corner of his mouth.
Her understanding of him was just like her understanding of this passage: she was completely ignorant and completely confused.
He said no more.
But Shen Zhiyi is getting more and more excessive.
Later, he closed his eyes and fell asleep with his head down on the cushion.
When the morning class was over, the monks dispersed.
There were only two of them left in the hall.
Shen Zhiyi still had his head down, swaying, and even trying hard to lift his sleepy eyelids little by little, and then closed them again.
Yan Zhuoxu found it a little funny.
Bang--
She fell to one side and landed on his legs.
Yan Zhuoxu's body froze instantly.
He slowly lowered his head and looked at Shen Zhiyi, who was between his legs and rubbed his head unconsciously.
Her head was almost pressing down on his...
Yan Zhuoxu's Adam's apple rolled deeply.
The place she had just touched, even through several layers of cloth, could not help but feel a tingling tingle...
He closed his eyes.
He reached out and grabbed her head, moving her off his lap.
Shen Zhiyi was pushed back to sit, shook his head, and came to his senses.
"Um...is it all over?" She rubbed her eyelids and looked around.
The hall was empty.
Yan Zhuoxu looked straight ahead, twisting his Buddhist beads as he asked, "Why are you so sleepy?"
Shen Zhiyi sighed.
"I took a medicinal bath at night and went to bed late, and now I have to get up so early to listen to the sutras. I really can't stand it..."
"How about we stop the medicinal bath for one night so I can go to bed early?"
Yan Zhuoxu thought that she had become much healthier in recent days, so he nodded in agreement.
"It's good to rest for a night."
He calmly shook his monk's robe to cover up his abnormality.
"You should go back first and think carefully about what the abbot said today." He pursed his lips and added quietly, "about how to let go."
Shen Zhiyi nodded obediently.
"I will definitely go back and think it through."
But that night.
She knocked on Yan Zhuoxu's door drunkenly.
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