i am not fat orange

Chapter 12

After I slept for a while, I still didn't see the little Taoist priest when I woke up.It stands to reason that if it is out of view, it should come back after such a long time.

What, lost?

Feng Ji got out of bed and jumped out of bed feeling light and light, and his stomach was empty because he hadn't eaten.

No, I have to go out and see if there is anything to eat.

It was the setting sun outside, and a round of crimson hanging in the sky made people feel warm.

Should I go out and have a look?Or go to the kitchen of Xuanduguan?Once when Xuandu was watching Taoism, I went to the kitchen once. It was a place in the southwest corner. The place was quite spacious. The only bad thing was that there was no meat.

I walked along the flowers and plants in the wall courtyard, hiding from everyone I met, and walked south all the way out of the little Taoist's courtyard. I didn't take the main road, and I just picked some gaps.

There is actually a large peach tree in the Taoist temple. I would come to watch it every time it was in full bloom. At that time, the temple was full of flowers.

Now I'm not so leisurely and leisurely. I walked through the peach forest and crossed a stone road.

I seem to hear footsteps again?

This side goes straight all the way to the gate of the Taoist temple. It is not surprising that there are many people coming and going.It's better to hide first, to be safe.

He ran into the grass, buried his head a little lower, and begged this person to leave quickly.

"Junior Brother Changjun, you just came back."

Is there anyone called Little Taoist?I squeezed in front of the grass, trying to see if it was him through the gap between the leaves.

Don't say it's really in his hands, and you've even lifted something, it's just right now.

"Well, I'm back."

Meng Huran was just about to go to Changjun's residence to look for him, but unexpectedly met him on the way.

"Zhang Guan is back, and I want you to go to his room later."

Gu Changjun raised his eyes, looked at Meng Huran, and said softly, "Okay, thank you, senior brother."

But after Meng Huran spoke, he still had an expression of hesitating to speak before finishing his sentence.

Gu Changjun asked calmly, "What else can I do?"

Meng Huran's face was scorched, and he said in a deep voice, "Zhang Guan doesn't seem very happy."

Feng Ji's ears are not bad, and he overheard what they were talking about.

Xuandu Guanzhangguan is not Han Ling... this person... Han Lingzi?

Meng Huran followed Zhang Guan since he was a child, it can also be said that he was raised by Zhang Guan, and later he also worshiped under his disciples to practice Taoism.He is both a father and a master, so he always pays special attention to every move of Zhang Guan.

Changjun bowed his head, thanked Meng Huran for his reminder, then turned and left and walked towards his residence.

The little Taoist priest will come over soon, let him know that I am here.

"Little Taoist, little Taoist, Gu Changjun."

Gu Changjun stopped and looked around.

"I'm here." I poked my paw out first to get his attention.However, he took it for granted, first put the things he was carrying on the ground first, came over and pushed aside the twigs, picked me up and put me in his arms, freeing his hands to pick up the things on the ground.

Fortunately, there was no one around, and Meng Huran had already left just now.

"For me?"

"Ah."

I hurriedly opened the wooden box, and I smelled the fragrance on the way back just now.

Gu Changjun stood aside, staring at Feng Ji intently, with a slight smile on his lips.But he slowly retracted it, and said nervously, "You..."

Feng Ji knew what the little Taoist priest wanted to ask, but he didn't know himself, so how could he respond to the little Taoist priest.

"I didn't think about it." Feng Ji picked up a small dried fish in a wooden box and ate it, and said while chewing: "She said that my memory is resisting."

Gu Changjun was silent, he knew why Feng Ji's memory resisted.That memory was painful to him, and he would rather it be gone forever, or maybe never be.

And if it wasn't for me...

"By the way, little Taoist priest, I've been there for so long, don't you think?" With these words, Feng Ji wanted to test Gu Changjun. He knew that Gu Changjun and Li knew each other before. is safe.The raccoon has nothing to gain from me, it just wants me to remember the past.If this is the case, is it feasible for the raccoon?Of course the above is speculation.

If you're worried about him, why don't you come to me?I've been away for so long, why didn't you come to find me?Are you afraid that I will be carried away when I see someone who likes cats outside?

Gu Changjun remained silent, walked slowly behind Feng Ji and hugged him from behind, wrapping his arms around Feng Ji so that he could not move.In fact, Feng Ji seldom has direct physical contact with Gu Changjun in human form, and this is the first time that he is so close. Although he is already very familiar with each other's aura, Feng Ji still feels more or less calm.

Waiting for Fengji to ask what is this for?

Gu Changjun's voice appeared above his head, it was deep and long, and he said: "You are my heart, and I worry about it all day long."

"..."

It was night, the little Taoist thought I was asleep, so he got dressed and got out of bed, took a stack of letter papers on the table and went out.

I still remember what happened during the day, the little Taoist priest was going to see the Xuandu Guanzhang Guanhan Lingzi.

Han Lingzi, who had only heard about it before and had never met before, hadn't paid attention to it either.Now... Han Lingzi really should go and see him.

I followed the little Taoist surreptitiously, passed Taolin and walked eastward for a while.There were several houses in front of me, so I just went directly to the roof.

Finally, the little Taoist was in the innermost part, and stopped in a yard as independent as the little Taoist.

is it here?

Only one room in the courtyard was still lit.The little Taoist walked in, so I couldn't follow, I could only listen to the wall.

I pulled a tile and left a gap to look inside, but I couldn't see anything inside, it was pitch black.

What's the matter, my eyes are not working well?But...you can hear it.

"Master."

"I only heard when I came back that you were pushed into the water, are you going to do it?"

Entering the door, there are bookcases arranged in an orderly manner on both sides, and Han Lingzi is sitting on the couch in front of him, and there is a small table in front of him, on which is a small pot of peach blossoms.

Gu Changjun passed the stack of letter papers in his hand to Han Lingzi, and Han Lingzi took it.

Gu Changjun: "My concubine is seriously ill and wants me to go back."

Mother... imperial concubine?Isn't that little Taoist from the palace?

Han Lingzi looked solemn, and said, "You mean your mother pushed you into the water after asking you to go back?"

Gu Changjun: "No, it shouldn't be, I think it should be that I will harm someone if I go back, and that person will make a move out of fear."

Han Lingzi seemed to understand, and said again: "Then how did you plan?"

I don't know if it was because they didn't speak later, anyway, Feng Ji didn't hear anything in the end.

My God, if the little Taoist is the prince, those who fell into the water a few months ago and did him no favors actually wanted to put him to death.I said that the identity of a little Taoist priest is not simple, but I don't know why these years, maybe I have never paid attention to it.

Feng Ji wanted to listen more, so he simply lifted the tile, but with too much force, the tile fell down.

"You think so?"

"Only him, nothing else matters."

"boom!"

"..."

Gu Changjun turned around behind him.

"I gonna go see."

Han Lingzi shook his head and smiled, "No need." He gestured to the roof, tacit understanding.

Gu Changjun cupped his hands and saluted, and said apologetically, "I'm sorry." Han Lingzi smiled and said, "Go quickly."

Looking at Gu Changjun's leaving back, Han Lingzi also thought a lot.

In life, only you know what is the most important thing.

Gu Changjun looked at the broken tiles on the ground, and dared not speak loudly late at night.

Looking at the little Taoist priest who was waiting for him below, Feng Ji felt guilty at this moment.Feng Ji moved the surrounding tiles again, and filled up the empty one that was missing just now, but he didn't get it right, and several pieces fell one after another, just falling on Gu Changjun's feet, almost hitting him.

"I'll come down right now."

This situation happened once thousands of years ago...

Han Lingzi looked at the flickering candle lightly, and what the light and shadow reflected was not what he wanted to see.

Where are you?Where have you been all these years?There is not only a stack of letter papers piled up on the small table, but also a pot of peach trees and a sword tassel.Time has left traces on the sword spikes, blackened tassels, broken ropes.

Han Lingzi has been with me for so many years, and has never left her body, nor has she washed it.Why?Only he himself knows.

The next day, Meng Huran called a few disciples to repair the roof in the Palm View Courtyard.A few disciples chatted, last night there was no wind or rain, how could the roof tiles be removed, could it be that thieves stepped on it?

Being heard by Meng Huran, it was just as if he had been reprimanded a few times to make Mo speculate wildly, which might disturb his practice.But Meng Huran said so, but he secretly remembered it in his heart.

After putting away the ladder, Meng Huran asked his disciples to go back first.I went to Han Lingzi to answer by myself. Today, Han Lingzi lit the incense burner in the house, and there was a faint smoke. Han Lingzi was in it, like a fairy.

Feeling a little tired from reading, Han Lingzi put the book on the desk.

Meng Huran walked carefully, and stopped two or three meters before Han Lingzi.Cupping his hands in salute, Meng Huran didn't dare to look at Han Lingzi, because he was afraid that he would lose his courtesy if he couldn't look away.

He lowered his head and said, "Master, the roof tiles have been repaired."

Han Lingzi looked sideways at Meng Huran. He had watched this child grow up all the way, and said that he knew his nature best.But as he grows up, his 'respect' to himself has also increased since he was in charge. I don't know if it is a good thing or a bad thing.

Han Lingzi bowed his head and said, "Thanks for your hard work."

"Never worked hard."

Meng Huran said it subconsciously, as if blurting it out without any thought.

Meng Huran: "Master."

"Ok?"

"There is no reason or reason for the roof tiles to fall. I am afraid that someone else will step on them. Please be careful, master." Meng Huran had considered this sentence several times in his heart before he said it.

"Well, good, let the teacher know, let's go down."

Meng Huran left without saluting, and stayed where he was, staring at the ground without squinting, and said cautiously: "Master, if there is any trouble..."

"Hu Ran." Han Lingzi suddenly called his name, and when Meng Huran raised his head, he met Han Lingzi's bright eyes.

Han Lingzi: "If the teacher is gone, you will be the palm watcher."

Meng Huran was stunned for a moment, he didn't know what to say.Do you ask yourself are you happy?But he wasn't happy at all.

Why is he thinking?Is Master going to leave here?For so many years, even though the master has been wandering around all the year round, he knows that he will come back after all.I also understand that as long as he doesn't leave, Master will come back.And the meaning of what the master said means that if you leave, you will never see each other again.

If you can't see the master, what's the use of this palm contemplation?