Chapter 29:

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The whole Qingyuan view gave Mu Wan the feeling of being clean and strong, pure and tidy. The Taoist architecture is not fine, or even rough, and has a sense of time. This is also the case, so that the Taoist temple is shrouded in film texture.
The setting sun broke through the thick clouds of the sky, a few beams of sunlight came in, and the small room was illuminated.
Mu Wan smiled and followed Liu Qianxiu into the side hall.
The side hall room is not large, the furniture and bed inside are wooden, black-red wood, the surface is smooth without edges, with a thick sedimentary background.
There was only one bed in the room, a short table, and two futons. There is a desk lamp on the short table. The network signal on the mountain is not good, but it is not a problem to make a phone call.
"You rest first." Liu Qianxiu lowered the suitcase and said, "I'll go and see Qing Zen."
Liu Qianxiu turned and went out, and brought her the door of the side hall together. Qing Chan just called Master and saw Liu Qianxiu, and asked, "What about sister?"
"She wants to rest." Liu Qianxiu said to Qing Chan, "Can I rest in the same room with you these days?"
"Yes." Qing Zen nodded refreshingly, "I usually sleep with Master, I dare not sleep by myself."
Xuan Qingzi slept in the main hall on weekdays. The left and right rest rooms of the partial hall were prepared for Liu Qianxiu and Qing Zen. Normally Liu Qianxiu was absent, and Qing Zen did not dare to sleep in the temple by himself. He usually went to the master to sleep.
"Let's go." Liu Qianxiu and Qingchen went to the side hall on the right side of the main hall.
Mu Wan's activity today is only a one-hour climb, not particularly tired. However, after going to bed and reading the book for a while, her eyelids sank and she fell asleep.
Consciousness is gradually dim, and someone seems to be speaking in the ears. But his voice was low and familiar, and Mu Wan quickly recognized Liu Qianxiu's voice.
What did he say last night? When Mu Wan woke up, she was still thinking.
After thinking for a long time, she got up from the bed, pushed the door and went out. She didn't sleep very long, and it wasn't dark outside. She raised her eyes and could see the red sun near the mountain from the corner of the Taoist Temple.
The moss on the ground was wet, Mu Wan went to the incense burner in the middle of the yard and looked at the main hall. In the main hall, the man in a blue robe was looking down at the book.
The sun was pouring, and the red and golden light was on the man's cold white skin. A few short men ago, lonely and distant, with dark brows and black hair, a clean silhouette, like a fairy in the sky. Seems to realize that Mu Wan is coming, he lifted his eyes and looked, his eyes were light, his voice was like a clear spring.
"Hungry?"
Taking back the distant thoughts, Mu Wan laughed, walked over and nodded, and said, "Hungry."
The Taoist backyard is smaller than the front yard and has two houses. It is the same age as the Taoist building, with rough blue bricks and wet tops. One house is a kitchen and the other should be a toilet. In front of the two houses, there is an ancient well and a vegetable garden.
The vegetable garden is not large, there are many types of vegetables, and even a vine rack is set up with green cucumbers and long beans. Taoism is a place of self-cultivation, the conditions are naturally simple, and it is completely rid of the earth and can be self-sufficient.
At that time, Liu Qianxiu was resting, and Qing Zen was with him. After Liu Qianxiu finished cooking, Qing Zen woke up, rubbing his eyes, and ran to find his brother. When he saw Liu Qianxiu, he hugged his thigh and stuck it. . A child is a child, with a small face and a chubby meatball head, holding his thigh is particularly cute.
Mu Wan set the table, looked at Qing Chan, and smiled, "While your master is away, do you hold Master like this?"
Qing Chan opened his narrowed eyes, and the tea-colored eyes were very beautiful. He shook his head and said softly, "No, Master's legs are too short. I can't grow up anymore."
Looking up at Liu Qianxiu, the height of one meter nine, the length of the legs is needless to say, it is enough to hang for two years. In front of the children, Liu Qianxiu's look remained unchanged. After sitting down, he reminded Qing Chan to eat. The little man listened to him and took the tableware to eat seriously.
The lights are soft, there are two people big and one small, there is always an indescribable warmth in it.
After dinner, Mu Wan received a call from Li Nan. The signal inside the view was not good, she walked out of the Taoist view and sat on the stone bench under the pine tree. Li Nan's tone was far from the calmness of the previous few days, and she also felt a little eager.
"Have you been followed by somebody?" Li Nan asked. "Last week I had a good announcement. I called in the last two days and told me that the drama was deleted. The penalty was given but I only After receiving the next week, the crew that started filming did not sign you, and you did not film the next time. "
What does this mean? This means that her future roads have been blocked.
She is now paid well, with double damages for liquidated damages, and a few plays are not a small amount to her. For Mu Qing, however, it was nothing.
She did this only to get her to ask her. With her own backbone, she had to stab it. The shadows were diffused, and Mu Wan was a little upset.
These are personal grievances. She ca n’t tell Li Nan, and it ’s useless to say anything. If she knows that she has encountered such a hard nail, the company may give up her.
Next week is my mother's death.
Mu Wan rubbed her face, it was getting dark, and the wind on the top of the mountain was a little bit cold. She sat for a while, and finally got up and entered the door.
The lights in the main hall were on, and the three idols under the lights were extraordinarily majestic. On the short table next to the statue and on the futon, there was no one. Mu Wan glanced at the side hall, the side hall lights were on, and Liu Qianxiu should send Qing Zen to sleep.
Qing Zen didn't sleep very well in the afternoon, and he was confused when he ate. After eating, he held his cheek to meditate in the main hall. After a while, he couldn't hold himself to sleep on the table. Liu Qianxiu first held him to the side hall. After he fell asleep, he returned to the main hall.
When she left, there were only three deities in the main hall, and now there is one more woman. The light is sprinkled on the statue, like ice, fierce. The light is sprinkled on the woman, like fire, bright and moving.
She sits like a snake and sits erratically in his house on weekdays. Now she sits in the main hall, still soft and lazy. Arms are placed on the short table, the body is distorted, the pointed jaw is slightly raised, and a small face is hidden under the thick black hair, which is more white.
It was dark, and there seemed to be only one light in the main hall. She seemed to be a little demon ignorant of ignorance under the seat of the god.
"Liu Qianxiu." She yelled, her mute voice spreading in the night, with inexplicable charm and mystery. After she called, she supported her chin on the back of her hand and smiled at him.
Liu Qianxiu got up and walked into the main hall. He was tall and straight. When he entered, the main hall lights stretched his figure in the doorway, and Mu Wan looked up at him. Only in this way can he fit all into his eyes.
"This is wine." Liu Qianxiu looked at the jar she was holding. The jar was small, with red cloth plugs on it, and the dark brown bottle was rough. The woman's fingers were slightly bent and she held it. Slender fingers are white and beautiful on the bottle.
This is a jar that was placed a few feet lower. Mu Wan was bored and took it to look at it. Busser was thick and covered all the taste of the wine. The bottle was swaying slightly, the liquid inside was turbulent, and there was still a lot.
Mu Wan stretched out her legs, and she sat barefoot on the futon, under her feet was the carpet under the futon. The carpet under the futon is made of cotton and linen. It is clean and tidy, and you can sit directly on it. But because the mountains are cold, they usually sit on futons.
Watching Liu Qianxiu sit down, Mu Wan opened Busei, tangy sweet wine. The tip of the nose came over, and he sniffed a little. Mu Wan looked up at Liu Qianxiu and said, "Myrica rubra."
Xuan Qingzi likes to drink on a weekday, and the wine in Taoism is made by himself. He has been making wine for many years. His technique is pure and green, and an arbutus wine is not only sweet, but also pure and strong.
Mu Wan put the jar in front of her, supporting her arms on the short table, resting her chin on the back of her hand, and staring at the jar in front of her for a while, her head crooked and asked, "May I have a drink?"
The air was cool at the top of the mountain at night, but Mu Wan was still affected by Li Nan's phone call, and her heart was dry. Drink some wine and go to sleep. It should be better.
After Mu Wan said it, Liu Qianxiu looked back. She looked at him, her pupils darkened and her frowns narrowed.
"This drink is very strong." Liu Qianxiu looked faint, watching Mu Wan's expression gradually clear, and exhorted, "Can't drink too much."
"Good ~" Mu Wan's eyes brightened, and she nodded in agreement.
"Then I'll drink here." Mu Wan went to the kitchen to get a small cup, sat cross-legged on a futon, and poured a glass of wine. Bayberry wine is still red. When poured out, the sound is crisp and sweet.
Mu Wan fell well, raised his glass, raised his eyes and looked out of the Taoist temple. The sky was crescent, and there were clouds floating around. The moonlight was bright and clear, and the night sky was dark and clean.
"It's beautiful." Mu Wan took a sip of bayberry wine. The wine was not strong, and even the sweetness covered the taste of the wine. Only when she swallowed, she felt a faint aroma of wine.
Liu Qianxiu took the book in his hand, and looked into the night sky, the fragrance of bayberry wine was floating in the air. He glanced back, Mu Wan had started drinking the second cup.
Lip lines were slightly sloppy, Liu Qianxiu stared down at her, the wine glass came to her lips, and her bright red lips pressed against the mouth of the white porcelain cup. Perceiving her sight, she looked back, left her glass with her lips, stretched her tongue and licked the stain on the corner of her lips, and handed the glass to Liu Qianxiu.
"Delicious, do you want to drink?"
In her eyes, she was full of bright water, her fingers holding white porcelain cups, shiny and slender.
The sight stayed on the bayberry wine in the white porcelain cup. The transparent red liquid reflected the lights of the main hall.
Liu Qianxiu shook his head and said, "No need."
Mu Wan was answered, withdrew her hand and drank the bayberry wine. The man's gaze stayed on her face. She seemed to be playing, drumming her face, and filling the mouth with the sweetness of bayberry wine, and then swallowed it after tasting enough.
After drinking, his body gradually warmed up. Mu Wan looked at the moon in the distance and poured another glass.
"My mother likes to watch the night sky." She stared at it. Alcohol seemed to be able to develop human memory. The memory in her mind coincided with the current scene. Mu Wan's words were a bit sloppy.
Mu Wan didn't spend a happy day at Mu Family. Although she had always suffered the cold eyes of Mu Family, she lived comfortably and comfortably when her mother was alive. The mother was weak, but enough to protect her.
In the blink of an eye, her mother died ten years ago. She has no father and mother, and has grown wild like a weed for ten years.
Mu Wan's eyes were cold, and she drank the wine in the glass again.
No one was protecting her now, but someone was with her.
Mu Wan's face was a little hot, and she lay on the table, staring at Liu Qianxiu with her head crooked. Liu Qianxiu didn't read the book, he watched her cheeks turn red gradually, put the book on the table and said, "You go to rest first."
"No." Mu Wan's breath was hot when she spoke, she stretched out her fingers and shook. "I'll stay with you."
Liu Qianxiu didn't read the book, he was watching her.
Put down the white porcelain cup on your hand, the bottom of the cup rested on the table, and made a light sound. Mu Wan supported her cheeks with her hands on her back, tilted her head, and looked at Liu Qianxiu. Shuiguang's eyes were narrow and her eyes were sharp.
"You can't calm down."
"Um." Liu Qianxiu looked calm, looked at her, and admitted.
Mu Wan's eyes moved slightly, and her eyelashes fluttered. Her memory broke through the thin paper, and the tide poured out.
She remembered what Liu Qianxiu told her last night.
Mu Wan put her hands on the table, her eyes tightly looked at Liu Qianxiu, her eyes beating, Mu Wan said, "You said yesterday that the environment will not affect your mood."
Mu Wan's arm slightly pushed, leaning against the table and leaning towards Liu Qianxiu's body. Her eyes were red, her pupils were dark and her voice was low.
"You say talent affects your mood."
The two were getting closer and closer, the man looked down at her, Mu Wan leaned away and grabbed his arms. At the moment when he grabbed his arms, the staying power of the wine came up, Mu Wan was top-heavy and fell into the arms of the man.
The light sandalwood dilutes the wine, Mu Wan lays on his chest, his face raised, his lips trembling slightly.
"Liu Qianxiu, who is that person?"
The woman in her arms was as white as snow, her body was soft and her hair was black. She was like a newly formed monster, and came to his seat to ask him. She is ignorant, innocent, and unaware of the depth.
She clasped in his arms, his arms around his waist, and his slender fingers crossed, bringing the two people closer together. He looked down to smell the scent of wine on her, and raised her eyes to smell the sandalwood on him.
"The third time," the man said in a deep voice.
Lip lines were tight, and Liu Qianxiu reached out and took the wine. The clear bayberry wine was poured into a white porcelain cup with the sound. He took the white porcelain cup and drank the bayberry wine.
The throat knot moved slightly, and the man's cold and silent eyes seemed to have some emotions.
Putting down the cup, Liu Qianxiu supported the woman's waist with both hands and hugged her in front of him.
At this moment, the smell of wine on his body also became strong. His dark eyes looked at the woman in his arms lightly. His voice was deep and hoarse, and his tone was long.
"Do you really think I have no love or desire?"