Lord, Let Me Go

"Little master, listen to me, Pooh! Can I tell you a story, sister? "

The more she thought about it, the more unhappy she felt. The more unhappy she was, the more brilliant she would smile.

At this moment, her big eyes smile into a crescent moon and wave to the little monk who recites sutras silently. It looks like a person / vendor / son who tries to abduct and sell children

"Amitabha! What a good thing

The little monk's pure and innocent eyes were black and white, staring at the smiling face of the shadow, and showed a posture of listening attentively.

The princess's mother saw her evil smile in her eyes. She rubbed her face with her hands and adjusted her expression. Then she cleared her throat and was ready to tell her story.

Woo hoo, he is so cute! Really miss Rua!

Youqingying screamed at the bottom of her heart for a while. She managed to suppress her mother's impending flood. She quickly sorted out her thoughts and said in a loud voice: "there was a mountain once upon a time. There was a temple on the mountain. There was an old monk and a little monk living in the temple..."

Standing on the side of Ying yuan with his hand on his forehead, a piece of emotion called "not good" immediately grew up in his heart - bad! Qing Qing doesn't want to tell the story of infinite cycle all the time, does she? Just say that the little monk's patience is exhausted, and then she is banned?

If the young monk is impatient and even breaks the shadow with a big drink, will he not break the commandment of "anger"?

"One day, after finishing the morning class, the old monk said to the little monk," apprentice, can I tell you a story?

"The little monk had no choice but to sit on the futon opposite to the old monk, holding a rosary, lowering his eyebrows and looking down, sitting upright and ready to listen to the old monk's story.

"The old monk was very satisfied with the young monk's performance. He nodded and said," ah, there used to be a mountain. There was a temple on the mountain. There were two monks in the temple, one was an old monk, the other was a little monk... "

Eh? Something's wrong!

Not only does the little monk listen carefully, but even Ying yuan also pricks up his ears to hear what you Qingying is going to say. But she just said it for a short time, and Ying yuan felt that there was something wrong.

Isn't it "there is an old monk and a little monk living in the temple"?

Now how does it become "there are two monks in the temple, one is an old monk, the other is a little monk"?

This is obviously wrong!

Qing Qing is not professional!

If you decide to tell an infinite loop story, why not pay attention to these details?

Details decide success or failure!

Ying Yuan thinks a lot here. As a result, the little monk is not moved at all. His eyes are still pure and pure, and his face even shows an expression of thinking.

Ouch!

It is estimated that the unfortunate child grew up in Putuo temple since he was a child. He has never been out of the temple gate. Even this kind of cliche has been heard with great interest

"The little monk in the temple wanted to hear the old monk tell a story, so the old monk told him that there used to be a mountain, and there was a temple on the mountain. There were two monks living in the temple, one was an old monk, the other was a little monk..."

Hearing this, Ying yuan can almost foresee the end of the story, that is -- "no ending"!

However, you Qingying gave him a look, and then said to himself: "one day, the old monk and the little monk went down the mountain together. After a long journey down the mountain, they ran into a small stream. Beside the stream stood a young girl of twenty-eight years old."

Yeah?

Ying yuan's eyes widened, while the little monk turned his rosary. The two held their breath and gazed at the shadow.

"The young girl was afraid to swim, but she had to cross the river.

"When the old monk understood, he offered to cross the river with the little lady on his back. The little lady pushed off several times, but her heart was still worried about her own things, and finally she was shy to answer down.

"So, the old monk carried the girl across the stream on his back. Then he let her down, sang the Buddhist name loudly, and left with the little monk."

Youqingying said this in a breath, stopped to see the little monk, and then looked at Ying yuan. Seeing that they both looked at themselves eagerly, the corners of their mouths rose slightly, which aroused a deep smile.

The little monk's age is still small, and his mind is pure and incorruptible. He is stunned that he has not produced half of his beautiful thoughts for the smile of youqingying, which reverses all sentient beings.

But Ying yuan was different. If it wasn't for an outsider in the way, if it wasn't in Putuo temple

Forget it, forget it! If you think about it, you will not be able to judge it!