Chapter 128: Fall into the dust, the past

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Unconsciously fell asleep.
The next morning, Yan Yan woke up from the morning bell and the chanting of the temple. Just after the collapse, the net benefit was found.
Last night, Yan Yan was finished, and today I must keep the magic sky, so that I am waiting for the net benefit.
Yan Yan still remembers that the first time she saw the impression of this female Nie, she was about ten years old. She was long and thin, her neck was long, and her face was thin. The facial features were very light in the shadow of the coat. Ordinary can not be normal.
This time, Yan Yan looked at the net benefit carefully, still the same look, but the five senses are also Zhou Zheng, not a beauty, but not bad, with a gentle gas. The clothes on the body are clean and there is less dirt on the shoes.
Yan Yanming song blue boiled tea came up, she chatted with a lot of magical things in this empty space.
Yan Yan was surprised to find that this girl who is not surprisingly has a noble temperament, especially when she is looking at her. Yan Yan clearly finds that the eyes are not humble, with a touch of glory, which is not in ancient times. More common, even in the development of Datang, ordinary people's mothers are absolutely impossible to have such temperament.
The net benefit is either through the public like Yan Yan, or it was a bureaucratic family before being married. Yan Yan feels that the latter is the most likely.
"The magical space seems to be very timid. Was it frightened when I was a child?" Yan Yanmo sipped the tea bowl, but did not drink it. The Tang Dynasty brewed tea like salt, orange peel, oysters, etc., and Yan Yan was not used to this kind of mess. taste.
Jinghui smacked the cuffs, the other hand picked up the tea bowl, gently licked the tea, and put down the tea bowl and replied: "When I found out she was on the street, she thought she had been shocked before."
"Well, the first two days may have been scared by the scene in her mother's tomb. She is better with the late green. It is better to let them play together for a few days, maybe it will alleviate the fear in her heart." Looking into the courtyard, the illusion is squinting at the slick head. When I look at the late green that I don't read the medical book, I will fall down from time to time.
In the net light, the flash of light flashed through an inexplicable look. The last thing that overflowed was the joy and spoiledness. "This is also good. This child can rarely come with people. She can make friends, and I can rest assured. It is."
Slightly sitting for a while, Jinghui got up and said goodbye. She stood in the courtyard and told the magical space under the gallery a few words.
Yan Yan carefully observed the communication between the two, the magical air to treat the net benefits as respectful, like respect for fear, but also want to be careful to please.
Obviously, the seemingly gentle net Huiping should not be gentle.
After the net Hui left, after Yan Yan used up the breakfast, she immediately went down to find Liu Rang. The bones of the sultry yesterday should provide a lot of lines.
The mist in the mountains has not yet dissipated. From the middle of the mountain, the clouds are from the temple between the red and yellow forests. Only the flying corners can be seen faintly.
Walking into the forest, the rafts stepped on the thick leaves, soft and slippery, and the leaves of the trees that were infiltrated by the rain swelled brightly, and a wind blew through, and many drops of water fell on the trees.
Evening green is busy with the support of the umbrella.
After a while, the water droplets flowed down the plain umbrella.
The two men just stood in front of the side door, and the guardian’s servant uttered a voice and asked: "Mother is the seventeen mother?"
"Exactly." Yan Yandao.
On the side of the servant, the side door was opened, and he said: "According to the inspection, you will come over this morning and let you go directly to the Zen House of Huaiyin Master."
Yan Yan stunned, and immediately said: "Thank you."
"Don't dare." The servant retreats to the side, let Yan Yan go in, there is a small sand waiting in the door. When he hears the servant's words, he sings a Buddha's number. "Please don't come with the little servant."
"There is labor." Yan Yanzhong secretly said that Xiao Yu is also fully prepared, how can he be sure that she will come?
Led by Xiao Sha Mi, copied a short road from the temple, through a fiery red maple forest, and soon saw a solitary wooden house built in the forest. There is a ginkgo tree in front of the house, with a ginkgo tree in front of the gallery. The water tank, which is only half a person high, falls into the water on the eaves, sounds crisp and clear, and the water ripples on the surface.
There is a circle of guards around the wooden house, the iron armor is cold, and the paper umbrella is supported. There is a strange beauty.
Xiao Shami led Yan Yan to the front of the wooden house and shook his body slightly: "Oh, the donor, here is, the early lesson has not finished the history of Liu and the investigation of Xiao has already come, please go in alone."
Yan Yan turned back and told the late green to go with Xiao Sha Mi to wait elsewhere. Then she took off her shoes in front of the gallery and went to the front of the door to raise her hand. Then she listened to a magnetic voice inside: "Come in."
Yan Yan’s hand was in the air, and then the wooden door was pushed open and a sandalwood mixed with some familiar light aroma.
It is a jade flower...
The situation inside the house is clear at a glance, a bamboo couch, a few, a short bookcase, and a thick stack of scriptures placed in danger. The smell that Yan Yan smells is just a few from the incense burner.
Huai Concealed sitting on the futon in front of him, Liu Rang and Xiao Yu were sitting around, Yu Bozhen sat in Liu Rang, and Liu Qingsong sat in the right rear of Xiao Yu, obviously the seat of the main hospital. It is not the interrogation that Yan Yan imagined, but the atmosphere is awe-inspiring, and there is no joy of the host and the guest.
"Seventeen mothers please sit." Xiao Yu looked at her, faint.
Huaiyin’s hands clasped together and quietly performed a Buddhist ceremony. In front of the bronze carved incense burner, the sandalwood scented in the mist, his misty and sloppy appearance, like a Buddha.
After Yan Yan started sitting in Yu Bozhen, Xiao Yu said: "Master, please continue."
Huaiyin's slight jaw, Qingyue's voice said: "The mother of the fantasy sky is Yang Yu, the daughter of Emperor Sui. After the death, I took her out of Daxing City (Chang'an). I was ten years old, she was nine years old. As soon as we went southeast, we lived in seclusion in Jiangning City."
He said that he reached out and used a bamboo pole to gently dial a few incense burners in front of him. The smoke became thicker and thicker, covering most of his face. But Yan Yan clearly saw that he slightly picked up the slender eyebrows, as if smoked by smoke. There is water in the phoenix.
At this time, Yan Yan has already understood that Huai Yin’s story about the year is likely to be the initial of this case. Is this seemingly sinister monk, who is a murderer?
"Wu De five years, we met in the Jiangning encounter with Ayu's cousin Yang Lan, she lived in the dust, to make a living for a living, and later redeemed her own, quite a little savings, then I was very bitter with Ayu's day, her arrival, Let us all breathe a sigh of relief. So we live together personally. Yang Lan is six years older than Ayu. She is a 20-year-old woman in Wude five years. Her ability to make a living is beyond my reach. So she quickly became our mainstay, and with her help, I helped people in the bookstore to write books, and there was income."
In addition to Yang Lan has become a 20-year-old girl, the story is here, very satisfactory.
But if it has been completed, there will be no such scenes today.
Huaiyin dialed the small leaf red sandalwood beads in his hand, and the dark brown round beads reflected his long, white hands and looked good.
"Wu's seven years of Wude has been sixteen years old. I have made a lot of savings in making books and state assistants. My teacher has given me the opportunity to study in the country. I am very happy and think it is time to ask Ayu. We have no father and no mother, but Ayu has a cousin, and has always been caring for us. According to the etiquette, I should give her sister a kiss. I personally said this to Ayu, and Ayu agrees. Under the circumstance, we pledge all the time, cut the hair into an alliance, and privately set a lifetime."
Yan Yan’s heart jumps, the moon swears, cuts hair as a ally...
Xiao Yu interface: "You use a ribbon to bundle the hair, your hair is tied with blue satin, and Yang Yu's hair is red satin."
Huaiyin faintly brought the strangeness on the face, and the thin lips were slightly stunned.
A few people in the face of Yan Yan felt that the beginning and end of the murder case was about to be completely revealed in front of them, and now they are more careful about the words of Huai Yin.
"Wu's morning in the eighth day of June of the seventh year of Wude, when Ayu combed her hair, I asked how my hair was missing. I didn't know it. After two days, she forced me to ask why I had a lifelong relationship with her, but then With Yang Yu privately, I also cut my hair as an oath. At that time, I thought I didn't want to explain it because I didn't do it, I didn't know it, I just thought it was clear and honest."
A pile of things, Huaiyin remembers the clarity, the face that has always been indifferent has finally fallen into the dust, even though the expression is subtle.
"Hey! The woman still wants to marry." Liu Qingsong couldn't help but sigh. With his unlimited experience in the human world, the part of the foreboding and sadness is about to begin, and he will pick it up in advance.
Huai hidden the beads of the hand, and continued to move. "Ayu repeatedly asked for no results, and began to alienate me. I also went to Yang Lan and asked her what she did. Yang Lan said her. I am in love with my heart, so I asked Ah Yu to work with her. Maybe Ah Yu gave birth to a misunderstanding. I know what nature Ayu is, and she will never agree to such a request."
"This is a stalemate for a few days. Yang Lan said to me privately. After she showed her heart, since she couldn't get the result, she stayed behind and added trouble. So she wanted to come to Suzhou to go to the old man. Please send me a ride. I thought she would go. After that, my relationship with Ayu may be restored as before, so I promised her, but I am afraid that if I was left unsafe in Suzhou, I decided to bring her. Yang Lan said that she was sorry for this. Yu, so I want to personally swear to Ah Yu, I put aside my doubts about my hair and should have her."
Liu Qingsong shot his thigh and said angrily: "Ayu must have been saddened to ask you: Why did you decide to go to Suzhou with Yang Lan, but don't tell her? Right? This Yang Lan, really is a work!"
Huai Yin glanced at him faintly, but he did not feel that he was kind enough to call someone who had never met before, "Ayu".
Liu Qingsong’s words are not difficult to understand. Yang Lan only said vaguely to Yang Yu: I am going to Suzhou with him, he can’t worry about you, so I am ready to bring you with you. Would you like to go?
Yang Yu, who has always suspected that they have an affair, will certainly mistakenly think that they have settled down and decided to settle in Suzhou. By the way, she will be brought to her, and there will be a feeling of being betrayed.
"Ayu asked me if I want to go to Suzhou with Yang Lan. I only answered one sentence, she will take the door." Huaiyin’s words also confirmed Liu Qingsong’s speculation that Yang Lan was stalking and provoking between them. feeling.
"Later? You are so distracted? Where is the magical space?" Liu Qingsong is clearly skeptical that the fantasy is the daughter of Huaiyin and Yang Yu.
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