Chapter 685 (1/2)

After the crowd dispersed, they looked at each other calmly.

The boy was surprised that the little princess had such courage at a young age.

Zhao Jingyi was surprised at the monk's address to the boy, ”little martial uncle?”

The young man was dressed in white and pure. He was different from ordinary people. He had black hair but was tied with hair bands. He could not be generalized with those bald donkeys with shiny heads.

Besides, he looks only fifteen or sixteen years old. Why is this generation higher than the thirty or forty year old monk?

”I grew up in this temple when I was young, and I made up a generation.” the young man Wensheng said. He took out an oil paper bag from his sleeve and handed it to Zhao Jingyi. ”If the princess doesn't dislike it, she can take it to satisfy her hunger for the time being.”

He spoke quite casually and handed it to Zhao Jingyi.

The little princess didn't care about these generations. She took the oil paper bag and opened it. It looked like two white steamed buns. It was still warm in her hand.

Her mood is a little subtle.

I can't tell what it is. In short, it's difficult to express the five flavors.

In the past, when her mother was there, she always tried to get her some delicious food. She couldn't bear all the rich clothes and jade food. Why did she ever eat white steamed bread.

The tip of her nose soured at the thought of this.

No wonder there are songs in minor tunes that children with mothers are treasures and children without mothers are grass.

The world is sincere and does not deceive me.

The boy stood in front of her and asked in a warm voice, ”can't the princess eat?”

”What can't you get used to?” Zhao Jingyi replied stiffly, took one of the white steamed buns, took a bite, chewed it for several times, and then swallowed it.

Zhao Jingyi thought of her great princess Yan Di. Now that she has lost her mother, she has been reduced to a place where she eats steamed bread on this bleak night. The water is shining in her eyes. Don't mention how wronged she is.

In order to divert her attention, she asked the young man, ”isn't this Wanhua temple about sitting and standing? Sometimes, you're not allowed to eat after an hour?”

”Yes.” the young man should be very free, ”so he should hide to eat.”

The man just put the ”little martial uncle” on the shelf in front of a group of monks, but secretly hid food. It was very different before and after.

But when these two things should not have happened together, they miraculously merged with him without a sense of conflict.

Zhao Jingyi choked coldly and couldn't help but say, ”what's wrong with you? Do you have to hide this thing?”

But she couldn't figure out how such a fairy boy could eat with his sleeve?

If the food here is exquisite cakes and rare good things, how can it be steamed bread?

The young man looked at her with a clear tone and said, ”people eat just to eat. There is no difference between eating steamed bread and eating delicacies.”

Zhao Jingyi couldn't help but say, ”why is there no difference? The taste is very different. If you can't even tell this, why haven't you ascended to heaven? You want to eat these vulgar things on earth?”

The little princess has just tasted the warmth and coldness of human feelings in the world these days. She is angry with her father and the emperor. She can't vent her anger that the public doesn't protect good people on this day, but she can only bear it. Now she speaks to the young man, which is inevitably a bit sharp.

Fortunately, the youth is gentle and has no intention of fighting.

He just smiled and said slowly, ”maybe I'm not tall enough?”

Zhao Jingyi was confused when she heard the speech. ”What is not high enough?”

Talent? Chance? Or something?

The boy said slowly, ”I'm tall. If I eat more worldly things for a few years, I'll grow taller and probably go to heaven.”

The princess's steamed buns listened to the clouds, but the sad thoughts were scattered, and she did not talk much with the strange teenager. She turned and sat on the steps and chew what she had done.

As she ate, she found that this thing was really full, and she felt that it was tasteless, but gradually tasted a little sweetness.

This sweet is very light and shallow. It seems like an illusion, but it makes her forget what's next. She eats the steamed bread one mouthful at a time and puts the oil paper bag aside.

The night wind suddenly blew the oil paper flying higher and higher.

The boy standing two steps away reached out and caught the oil paper. His white fingertips folded it again and again.

Zhao Jingyi was full. As soon as she raised her hand, she saw the boy holding such a big paper crane in his hands and handed it to her.

The night is quiet, and the cold moonlight falls on the world.

In the temple, cigarettes curled around the Sutra building. Behind her was the bell and drum of the high-rise building on the bluestone path. In front of her, the young man was dressed in moonlight and a plain white wide sleeved robe, which was blown by the night wind. His hands were slender and white, and the palm lines were clear. Even the crane made of oil paper wrapped with steamed bread seemed to be touched with the spirit of heaven.