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Ah Cheng sang softly, "If someone is like a mountain, they will be led by a prickly pear."

It seems that someone is passing by that mountain.

"It is both contemplative and easy to laugh, Zimuyuxi is good and fit."

Gaze affectionately at how beautiful Qiaoxiao is, you will admire my graceful posture.

Ficus pumila stopped in front of him, listening to his words, each word was piled up, as if his words would shine, boundless stars, boundless moonlight, boundless beautiful women, all when his lips and teeth lightly moved From the sky, from the ground, from the crevices of the mountains and forests, from the traces of the running water, everywhere are floating, ups and downs, floating, revolving, messy, surrounding sentient beings, stacked into a dizzying picture.Whether you turn your head around or look up, you can see it, as if stepping into a poet's dream.

"Okay, beautiful." Puli can't speak anymore. She frowns, her tongue keeps tapping her jaw, making a clicking sound, in accordance with Ah Cheng's tune, her eyes moving around, and a smile unconsciously on her face.

Ah Cheng sang Qu Yuan's "Mountain Ghost" and stared at Ficus pumila.

The subtle expressions on her face, her glowing skin are involved, and her facial features seem to be able to speak, expressing infinite affection.

That kind of wonderful feeling hit my heart again, different, unusual—pleasure.

A long song will eventually come to an end. Ah Cheng dragged the last sentence of "Thinking of the son, dissociating from worry" very long. He wished it would never end, so he let time stop at the last word and spit out A moment before, so that I can see clearly how happy I am.

The lingering sound dissipated in the cold and humid air at night. Ping Li squinted his eyes and smiled so that his teeth were exposed, like a full-fed raccoon slave, stretching a lazy waist against the boundless gentle moonlight.

"Ah, I, very much, like it."

"If you like it, I will sing it again."

Ficus pumila shook his head, "I can sing, you listen."

"... Take the red leopard to follow Wen raccoon, Xin Yi car to tie Guiqi flag..."

Surprisingly, Ah Cheng smiled blankly. Ficus pumila was not able to speak smoothly. When singing, it was like a clear spring breaking out of the rocks, diarrhea, vast and vast.

Birds and birds sang together, thousands of insects sang loudly for harmony, endless beasts stopped and listened.

As for Ah Cheng-pleasure.He was immersed in the ocean of joy, wishing to drown.

After the Ficus pumila sang, the echo is still surging back and forth in the mountains and forests.

"Good to hear."

Ficus pumila tilted his head, "I know, it sounds good, I like it, and you also like it."

Ah Cheng looked at the graceful Ficus pumila, dizzy.

"I like."

Pui Li giggled, jumped off the back of the red leopard, and stayed next to Ah Cheng, "Anything else?"

"some."

Ah Cheng sat down tentatively while keeping a distance. He dared not look at each other with Ficus pumila. He only looked towards the lake, recalling the "Book of Songs" little by little. The words and sentences mixed with the light and moonlight, and he was a little speechless.

"Say it."

"Guan Guan Juji..."

Until the sun rose, Ah Cheng woke up, his body was wet with dew.

He hurriedly looked around, no one beside the lake, the red leopard, the beaver, and the white ape were all missing, let alone her.

The enlightenment seal on the eyebrows flickered, and Ah Cheng guessed it was his father's urging. He was a little frightened, and hurriedly looked around. When he saw the Bodhisattva statue, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Sure enough, his father sent dozens of messages, Azhi also sent a few, and one of them was from Ficus pumila.

These messages are all floating in the small pure land of my mind. They are illusory human figures with their own expressions. For example, my father has dozens of messages, dozens of phantoms, and his face is more stinky, but Azhi is still dumbfounded. , As for Ficus pumila, she is smiling.

Ah Cheng ignored the news of his father and A Zhi, and focused his thoughts on the figure of Pui Li.

In the pure land, the silent puli saw his arrival and immediately said happily: "You, here, you have to come, I will wait for you tonight."

Ah Cheng's words, how he wanted to reply to her.

After thinking for a long time, he suffocated a "OK."

He checked the message he had sent, a phantom of Ah Cheng, with a stern face, a word popped out of his teeth, as if bitter and bitter.

Do you want to think again?Forget it, send it.

Ah Cheng returned home with a small statue of Bodhisattva. His father waited at the door holding a thorn stick. He saw that he was wet and he was holding the Buddha statue in his arms. His face suddenly eased, and he turned the thorn stick back to the corner. Ah Cheng walked to the front.

The son looked up at his father, raised the Buddha statue and handed it to him.

Dad didn't pick it up immediately, but prayed together. Then, he poked his son's head with his sturdy finger and glared at him. Only then did he take the statue of Buddha and look happy.

Ah Cheng rubbed his forehead and looked back at the mountain.

Ficus pumila, waiting for me.

Chapter 207. Fanwai Acheng (4)

At this time, the sun has risen to the old high.

Ah Cheng didn't have time to eat breakfast and hurried to the college, but he was still late.

He was fined to stand and stance.

Standing outside the classroom when taking poetry and book class.

When taking martial arts lessons, stand on the edge of the martial arts field.

His classmates take care of themselves in class, and pass by him from time to time. The few who are familiar with him will smile at him, tease a few words, and the few who are unfamiliar will secretly look at him with a smirking smile on their faces.

It's fun to watch others get punished, but it's sad when you get punished.

Ah Cheng's mind was empty, he was like a man standing on the shore of the lake, trying to catch the girl, her smile.

His meditation practice is very good. He has been able to read rosary like beads, and every thought is like viewing patterns on the palm. He cuts down and encapsulates every minute and every second of his relationship with Ficus pumila, like pearls. , Dripping into the heart field, growing a heavy sea of ​​flowers, hiding in the heart lake, turning into a large group of swimming fish.

He tried hard to remember, not daring to neglect every memory.

Occasionally, the night of the eyebrows lighted up, and Ah Cheng hoped to receive news from Ficus pumila. However, it was just a snicker from a few old friends. Perhaps he wanted to tease again. Ah Cheng ignored it and waited for her. News.

All day, Ficus pumila did not send a message.

...

Daddy stood on the eaves.

The eaves of the moonlit night were covered with moisture and moss.