Nanqin

Qin Ruo looked at Zhang Nanqin quietly, smiled, his eyes filled with strong emotion.Since she was a child, she has been following this unrelated elder brother's butt, doing all the bad things, and every time she is punished, she is willing to follow her brother.She knew that her elder brother took his grandfather as the great hero in her mind, but she took her elder brother as the great hero in her mind, a man who was aloof and godlike.

Knocking on the door, the two followed the prestige, and saw an old man holding a brass cigarette pot in his hand, chatting at the door, and a monk standing behind him.

The monk looked like he was in his early twenties. The clothes on his body were not robes, but coarse cloth. There were so many patches on it, his face was handsome, but he was a little dirty, with a string of Buddhist beads wrapped around his wrist. Heming is the neighbor of the two.

Qin Ruoan immediately pushed the wheelchair over when he saw the incoming person, but Zhang Nanqin was scornful, as if he wasn't interested in any old man.

"Grandpa Li, are you here?"

Qin Ruoan came to the old man and shouted kindly.

For Qin Ruoan, the old man in front of her was kind to her. She was unaccompanied when she first arrived at Changping Mansion. She was a woman with limited mobility. She was discriminated against everywhere. She was surrounded by a group of gangsters on the street. The brass eye pot in his hand chased the people behind, and then he gave the small yard to Qin Ruoan, and even the rent was waived.The only requirement is to have time to accompany the old man to pull the housework.

Of course he knew that Zhang Nanqin was grateful to the old man from the bottom of his heart, but his performance was a little abnormal at this time, and the old man saw Qin Ruoan as if he saw a baby bump, he immediately smiled, but he saw behind him Zhang Nanqin of Zhang Nanqin kept his face straight, and then took the smoking pot in his hand and slapped it over: "You bastard, did you follow me with a bag of shredded tobacco!"

Zhang Nanqin did not run away, but was able to resist. His expression was like a child who made a mistake, with a grinning expression: "Master Li, don't..." He grabbed the cigarette pot in the opponent's hand and smiled hippiely: "That's a bet between us. If you won, how can you say that you have been a person on the battlefield, and you believe in your words. You can't just forget about it just because you had a drink?"

After hearing this, Old Man Li stopped his hand movement and looked at Zhang Nanqin suspiciously. Zhang Nanqin hugged the old man: "Who and who are we? Don't you? The kid has a delicious bite. When will you forget your old man? ?"

Elder Li does not deny this.He used to be a soldier, but was seriously injured on the battlefield, and was finally forced to retreat and return here to marry his biological son. However, he did not expect his wife to have a dystocia and die, leaving behind an only child. He was a father and a mother, pulling the child up. After that, he was sent to the barracks, which can be said to have continued his young dream.

It is said that his son is a ten-man captain in the military camp. He has a military position. Whenever he comes back to visit relatives, he will bring some of the tobacco that he usually saves to relieve his greed. Even as a kind of miss, smoking tobacco is like feeling In the barracks, on the battlefield, and the son of Nianxiang.

Zhang Nanqin can be said to be unforgettable with tobacco. It was after he passed on the battlefield with death again and again, he accidentally learned that tobacco has some effects. With his promotion, it became popular in the army.

So Zhang Nanqin finally met an old man with tobacco, how could he let it go?He tried every means to win some shredded tobacco back from the old man, and in return, as long as he earned some silver, he was not stingy at all. He played a pot of wine, two or two beef, and a pack of peanuts, and chatted with him.

But for wine, he never touched it.

Elder Li didn’t know where Zhang Nanqin was interrupting. He didn’t pierce him, just stared, and then said to Qin Ruoan: “Girl, I told you about the house near the north last time. I’m going to sell the old man, so Heming Xiao The master originally lived there, and here is your brother and sister, I want him to move over,

The two brothers and sisters are no strangers to Heming. On the contrary, Zhang Nanqin can be said to be very similar to him, but he has a cheerful temperament, but he can't laugh. He smiled that his originally handsome appearance was instantly ugly because the two front teeth fell.

This monk is very interesting. He lived a hard life since he was a child. He heard that the head teacher is a great kind person. So he became a monk and got some incense tribute in the temple. He would leave his share to his mother and sister.In the words of his master, he is a person with roots in Buddhism, but he prefers to be rebellious, and his Zen theory is often speechless.The most important thing is that he doesn't have much culture, and the words that he can understand are all after entering the temple, he must read the scriptures. It is taught by the master, not to mention the various teachings and theories in some books.

Drinking and eating meat is a big taboo for those who teach, but he can just say that the horrifying words left by the Buddha in the heart of the Buddha.

So after the master sat down, he was driven out of the temple by other brothers and started to live a life of penance.Now he is supporting himself at the wharf, and has long lost his character as a leader.

In Heming's words, worshipping Buddha is just for reverence, a kind of belief, but in the face of survival, nothing counts, everything is at ease.As for others, they ignored him using the label of an alternative monk, doing their own way, and cultivating the Buddha.

Heming in Jiugao, the sound is heard in the sky.

This is Heming's spirit hidden in his heart, as long as he is alive, he will find a way to climb.

Qin Ruoan looked at Old Man Li and smiled elegantly: "Grandpa Li, you let Heming live here."

"Okay." Old man Li smiled and nodded, and then he was about to leave, but was pulled by Zhang Nanqin. He took two packages of gifts brought by Wei Lanqing on the stone table and handed them to the old man. The old man stared at him at the present. : "Looking at the girl's face, I accepted this gift."

After hearing this, Zhang Nanqin smiled and touched his nose. When the old man stepped out of the hospital, there was a small bag falling off his body. Heming stepped forward and shouted. Zhang Nanqin stepped forward to cover his mouth, and then picked up the palm from the ground. Da wrapped something in yellow paper, then put it on his nose and smelled it, with a bright smile on his face.

"Brother Qin, this belongs to the old man, is this suitable for you?" Heming looked at Zhang Nanqin's smiling face, somewhat unbearable.After all, a few of them live here, but the old man has never collected a rent. All he wants is for them to accompany and pull the family.They all knew in their hearts that this was the old man's kindness, and he would exchange it in another way so as not to embarrass them.

"You monk knows what a fart!" Zhang Nanqin carefully put the thing in his arms, and ran to continue washing the vegetables, leaving Heming standing there not knowing what to do.

Heming, who has experienced strong winds and waves since he was a child, even if he is a master, he is not a good person. For the old man, he is treated as an elder in his heart.

"Hezi, don't be entangled. Although you and my brother have not been in contact for much time, you should understand that he is a human." Qin Ruoan looked at Heming's anxiety and explained: "Grandpa Li treats us as relatives. It seems to be born. The pack was shredded tobacco just now, and Grandpa Li deliberately dropped it to my brother."

After hearing this, Heming touched his head with his hand and smiled stupidly. The two missing front teeth instantly reduced his appearance: "Monk, my brain is not good, I can't turn a corner. Little sister, if you say so, I will I understand."

"I understand, I quickly put down my things and come to help, and eat together at night." Zhang Nanqin shouted at Heming after listening, and the latter ran over.

At night, the moonlight hung in the air, and in the courtyard were Zhang Nanqin and monk Heming, while Qin Ruoan was sitting in a wheelchair at the entrance of the living room. The candlelight in the living room was transparent. She was holding a book in her hand and read with relish. Looking at the two people drinking in the yard, they smiled.

Monk Heming drank the wine, took a sip from his small mouth, his face flushed, it was considered that he had been drinking for three rounds, while Zhang Nanqin pinched the peanut clothes and threw a piece into his mouth to look at the monk in front of him.

"Brother Qin, monk, I know that you and the younger sister are not mortals..." Heming put down the cup.

After hearing this, Zhang Nanqin said jokingly: "Is it still a fairy in the legend?"

After hearing this, Monk Heming waved his hand: "I don't know if it is the fairy in the legend of Wuxiu, but from my perspective, I can't be wrong, not a layman."

Zhang Nanqin was very interested after hearing this, but did not interrupt at this time, but listened to Monk Heming continuing to speak: "If it weren't for a person with a sense of heaven and earth, how can I look at a monk like me?"

"How important is the person in charge of the people in the hearts of the people? That is a kind of belief. To say something rebellious, many people say that I am a fake monk, I go to alms, and they all say I cheat and drink, they look down on me. ..." Monk Heming said and drank again: "I don't care. Everyone has the cultivation of everyone's heart. I cultivate myself and respect the Buddha. How can ordinary people look down on me as a monk?"

"The old man is a good person. I respect him as an elder. If I have some money, I will not hesitate to buy something to eat and drink to honor the old man. You are different from the younger sister, you are very different..."

The words spoken by Monk Heming at this time are completely inversely proportional to his age. This thoroughness of human nature is much higher than that of the same year.

"The layman will not understand what I think in the mind of the monk. The so-called wine and meat have passed through the intestines, but the Buddha's heart..." Monk Heming held the cup and shook it: "If the world learns from me, it is like entering the magical way."

After saying this, Zhang Nanqin's pupils shrank. You must know that his fellow teachers have taught a lot, and even some people who are known as living Buddhas have talked about Zen, but these people may not have made Zhang Nanqin impressed. Thoughts, but at this moment the monk in front of him made Zhang Nanqin a little admired.

Because he disregarded the world's alternative vision, and walked on a path of Buddhism that belonged to him.

Qin Ruoan, known as a person with wisdom like evildoers, put down his books at this time, and looked deeply at the drunken monk Heming. Then the eyes of the two brothers and sisters touched silently, and there was a communication between them.