My friend sent me something, saying that it was at the express point at the bottom of the mountain, where is it?
Ming Chen sat very well.Courier!
A monk with glasses on the opposite side interjected: You don't need to go down and get it, this is the disciple of Mingxin Hall who is responsible for transporting it, and it is a trip every day, and it should have gone by this time.Chubby also said: After the morning class, you go to the north of the main hall under the ginkgo biloba.Zen Shin Temple is very famous in the surrounding area, and the back mountain is stopped by tourists, and the reception of people is strange.The disciples are well-informed, and rarely ask for autographs from celebrities, and celebrities generally do not get close to them.Therefore, Ming Chen is quite special in their eyes.Ming Chen hesitated, but still asked: Do you usually have more express delivery?
I may be bigger, my friend said that there are two big boxes, it is not easy to hold.Chubby and his glasses glanced at each other, tilted his head and said: That's not easy to take or you go down and see for yourself?
It's just halfway up the mountain, don't take the cable car road, take the pine forest, there are signs.Mingchen thanked him, worried that people would go fast, so he went down the mountain with a bun in his mouth.Maple Mountain is very large, and there are many signs everywhere.Ming Chen stared at one of them for a long time before he felt that he had found the right one, this word was really a little difficult to recognize, and it had been delayed for a quarter of an hour at this time, and he couldn't help trotting up, and he was in no mood to joke with the system.Although he likes to talk nicely and coquettish with his teammates, he is actually afraid of bothering others, especially strangers.It would make him very embarrassed and stressed.He is very good at saying thank you, so he always feels that the power of thank you is too small, and anything verbal makes him feel that it is not enough.The pine forest obscured the sky and the sun, and the path was difficult to walk, and Mingchen was sweating.I finally walked out, and my vision suddenly broadened.Then he paused, and swooped back into the woods.Damn, male god!
Si Yanan wore a T-shirt today, sweatpants and sneakers, and stood by the fence.Outside the fence is a small fault, seven or eight meters high, with a small lake underneath.When he first came, a monk took him around the temple, pointed to the lake and said that it was Shouxin Lake, and Ming Chen went back to check to know that it was Shou not his hand.It was windy this morning, Si Yanan stood very casually, his hair pulled up reluctantly like yesterday, revealing the back of his neck with beautiful lines.Ming Chen felt his palms numb just by looking at a back.The male god seemed to be in a daze, with one hand hanging and the other in his pocket.Mingchen asked himself if he couldn't do it, he couldn't leave his phone when he had nothing to do.But looking at Si Yanan, he felt very quiet, as if he could squat here until he was old.Suddenly a strange noise woke him up, Ming Chen suddenly became anxious again, the male god was blocked at the intersection, he didn't dare to go down, what to do, what to do.There was another squeak.Ming Chen shifted his position and saw a monk in a monk's robe, pushing a two-wheeled cart with one hand and staring at his mobile phone with the other.The road is paved with stone slabs, and although the boundary between the steps and the steps is not very clear, there are also some of them, and the man's cart rushes one by one, and Si Yanan doesn't seem to hear the sound, just standing there.Ming Chen couldn't squat a little, and just wanted to remind him, he saw that the monk suddenly exerted his strength and knocked Si Yanan to a stumbling ground.Ay!
The mobile phone monk panicked, the cart overturned to the side, and the two largest boxes fell over the fence, and Ming Chen could hear the heavy muffled sound.What are you doing here!?
The mobile phone monk was very annoyed, threw the cart, and scolded on the spot: What's so nice about a broken lake, want to jump down!?
Ming Chen was startled and subconsciously shrank his head.Si Yanan pressed his waist, turned around with a calm face, looked at his mobile phone and did not speak.What to see?
The mobile phone monk looked at his boss Yan'an, and paused obviously.Ming Chen was quite annoyed.Listening to the canteen's fat and glasses, usually the people they take the courier carry baskets on their backs, because they take it every day and don't have many things.Today, this person should have borrowed a two-wheeled car for his big box, and he may be in a bad mood because of his hard work?
Either way, there was some reason for the accident.But Ming Chen didn't dare to go out, only biting his lower lip and picking at the bark.Go pick it up.Si Yanan looked at him for a minute, and finally opened his mouth with a calm face.The mobile phone monk was already a little empty, and the corners of his forehead twitched when he heard this.It's a god, who the are you letting me pick it up, and whoever I love is picking it up.You're such a big star, you don't want to pestle here, you can't hear me pushing the cart so loudly, and let me pick it up?
Si Yanan squinted his eyes and stretched the two words slightly: go pick it up.Ming Chen wanted to cry a little, he really wanted to jump into the lake to pick it up, and his nails picked at the tree again.The two confronted each other for a while, and Ming Chen watched as Si Yanan took a hand out of his pocket.Then, from the fingertips to the wrists, the exposed muscles gradually tightened, and it was a gesture of accumulation.Ming Chen saw his expression of gradually black clouds pressing down on the city very clearly, and believed that the other side also felt it, opened his mouth, and was speechless.The momentum of the two sides of the quarrel is a very mysterious thing, many times it is not who is the one who adjusts the door high and can win the quarrel, Si Yanan said two words from beginning to end, but the pressure that was on the verge of breaking out had already made the other side sweat.You, Si Yanan's voice is very deep: the cart doesn't look at the road, just staring at the phone.I don't apologize if I hit someone, and I don't worry if I lose the express.There's no one in there.The mobile phone monk was silent.So you're not in a hurry?
Si Yanan said again.Ming Chen didn't dare to breathe, his eyes didn't blink, and three seconds later, Si Yanan roared violently: Get out and pick it up!
Ming Chen shrank his neck.The monk was much more exaggerated than him, trembling as if he had been electrocuted, and then ran down the hill with a rolling belt.Ming Chen saw that his exposed skin was all red, and it was as bright as the morning glow.The next moment, Si Yanan looked into the woods.Ming Chen's sweat and hair stood up together, turned his head and ran wildly, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.Si Yanan: Chapter 8 Ming Chen sat down with a plate of dishes, and ate a few mouthfuls of air absentmindedly, when a senior brother opposite him who was familiar but couldn't name him suddenly asked him.Senior Brother Xiao Chen, I heard that your courier fell into the Heart Lake today?
Ming Chen came back to his senses, picked up a piece of cabbage and tasted it with his heart, and said with a smile: It's okay, nothing important.Another senior brother on the other side said: It's okay, it's all soaked.Several people comforted him, saying that the Mingxintang disciple who delivered the courier was punished by their abbot, and asked him not to be angry.It's really okay, it's all snacks or something, I'll share some of you later.Ming Chen said.That's great!
Several monks are not polite, but also because he is easy to talk to, and he gags in a few words.Ming Chen responded, his eyes swept over the door of the canteen from time to time, and after eating for a while, he saw Si Yanan come in.Without squinting, he took a meal to the seat he was accustomed to sit in, with his back to Ming Chen.Senior brother Mingchen whispered to the monk sitting next to him, he has been very familiar with him in the past few days, and the canteen is responsible for making breakfast.Well?
I'll just ask, do you know Si Yan'an?
The senior brother looked at him in surprise: We are not in prison as a monk, so we don't know it.Besides, don't you see that others are still sitting there?
As he spoke, he lifted his chin and pointed in a direction.Ming Chen was silent for a moment, lowered his voice, and asked: Then what is he here for?
This question has been bothering Ming Chen for several days, and every time he wants to ask, he doesn't dare every time.Today I finally mustered up the courage, but who knew that the senior brother gave him an unexpected answer.Don't you even know?
I came to our abbot to learn calligraphy from his old man.He had been here for several years, and all the older people in the temple had seen him.The senior brother said: Sometimes I stay for two or three days and leave, and I live for a month at the longest.Don't talk to people much.Ming Chenjie was taken aback.The male god can also write calligraphy, why doesn't he know?
To be honest, Si Yanan is very incompatible with all traditional cultural things, mainly because of his appearance.He was a half-blood, with a pronounced mix, a deep silhouette and light pupils.Fans quarrel with Hei Sheng's sunspot every day, and there is an eternal proposition that his acting path is not narrow.Of course, Ming Chen thinks that it is not narrow, and he also fought eighty floors in the forum back then.But at this moment, when he quietly stood outside the window of the meditation room and saw Si Yanan inside, he suddenly felt that those arguments were quite useless.As long as Si Yanan, who writes calligraphy, swings there, probably no one will question whether he can shoot costume dramas.Ming Chen hugged the cabbage in his arms and squatted down slowly, leaving only a pair of eyes exposed.He distributed all the snacks sent by Sister Xi Shi last night, and he became more popular among the disciples of Mingwutang, and everyone was willing to ask him for help if they had anything.Just now that Dao asked him to go to the warehouse to get a few cabbages and come back, he went around to the abbot's meditation room on the way.He was so lucky that he didn't want to leave while squatting.The mobile phone was in the back of the waist, it should be almost ten o'clock, Ming Chen decided to watch it for ten minutes and leave.The sunlight from the side illuminates one table in the meditation room at a small angle, and the rest of the place becomes darker.Si Yanan propped up the table with one hand, and the tip of the pen paused or wandered on the rice paper, forming a mysterious rhythm.Si Yanan at this moment was different from when he was screwing cabbage or in a daze before, and he seemed very serious.Ming Chen could almost hear the heavy throbbing in his chest.After a while, Si Yanan put down his pen, someone spoke, and Ming Chen realized that he was not alone in the room.The juniors of this year are really amazing.The one who spoke was a middle-aged man, wearing a shirt and a watch that looked quite expensive.They all sat in the shadows, and Ming Chen squinted his eyes for a moment before he could see clearly.In addition to him, the abbot in monk's robes, there were two men and one woman, young men.Peace of mind.The abbot motioned to Si Yanan to hang up the words: Xiao An has a backbone for these four words, and he has practiced a lot.The middle-aged man smiled: The master is humble, Yan'an's own work is so high, and he can still maintain this level, to be honest, these little guys under my hands are really not comparable.One of the boys rolled his eyes, not so obviously.Si Yanan didn't speak, took a few steps back and looked at his words, twisted his eyebrows slightly, took two steps to the wall, and sat down.There was a straw mat on the ground, and he sat unruly, barefoot, with one leg propped up.Come, Xiao Hua hang up your "Huayan Sutra".The middle-aged man patted the boy next to him.Several people were busy, and Ming Chen heard them call the middle-aged Professor Chang.It's probably this word.,Anyway, what kind of professor is it.,Chongshi Academy of Fine Arts.。
Brought three students to visit the master.Yesterday, the senior brother also said that the abbot of their Zenxin Temple is very famous in the calligraphy and painting world, and indeed, he also held a cultural salon He held the cabbage and listened to it in a fog, looked at the words on the wall, and looked at Si Yanan.The spot of light stayed on the tip of Si Yanan's Yingting nose, and his fine hairs could be seen, and his pupils became lighter and lighter.Ming Chen squatted here for a long time, his back was almost cooked by the sun, and he couldn't help but move his position.Do actors usually copy scriptures?
The boy asked unconvinced.Few.Si Yanan replied lightly: There are many pros.Professor Chang looked at him with great interest: Are you interested in coming to your teacher's "Huayan Sutra"?
I haven't read much of your scriptures.Ming Chen was inexplicably excited and a little angry.You just look at it, do you know how much the male god's Mobao can shoot?
Even an ordinary signature Xianyu has been photographed for 20,000!
Chances are.Si Yanan didn't agree, and threw the words back: The teacher has the final say.The professor must have said casually, nodded, and stood at the table with the abbot to discuss.The three students moved their positions and walked next to Si Yanan.Actor, the girl blushed: I wrote this, can you help me take a look?
Si Yanan took it, neatly unfolded the long scroll, and said: You are a professional, don't listen to me.Having said that, Ming Chen didn't understand what he said next, and after he finished discussing a few words with the two boys, he finally signed the girl's name.Don't go out and talk nonsense.Si Yanan returned the signed piece of paper to the girl, and Ming Chen couldn't see whether he was smiling or not.I like to keep a low profile.As he spoke, he stood up on the ground, raised his feet and was about to walk to Fangzhang, when the afterglow just swept through the window where Ming Chen was hiding.After a pause, he turned his head.The eyes are facing each other.It's over, the male god really saw me!
Ming Chen was so shocked that he fried his hair, and ran away with the cabbage in his arms.Hold it!
With an angry roar behind him, Si Yanan rushed out barefoot: What are you running!?
Ming Chen didn't know what he was running.In short, it is running.And in my heart I regretted that I only watched it for ten minutes, how long has it been, and sure enough, the beauty misled his two legs upside down fast, and he flew out of the distance, and was full of confidence, when he suddenly stepped on something round, his center of gravity was crooked, and he fell to the side.He subconsciously closed his eyes, the wind whistled in his ears, and the next second it was quiet.Someone caught him.What a coincidence.Ming Chen stood firm and forced his composure: The actor, we meet again.Si Yanan glared at him.Ming Chen was very panicked, his usual smile couldn't be done, and he shouted in his head to find a topic!
Find a topic to talk about!
I'm not tracking and I'm not a pervert!
Just an ordinary fan who cares about him!
Then he asked stiffly: I heard that you have a cat?
Did you take it to the hospital in the middle of the night?
Dead?
Si Yanan glared at him in shock.Ming Chen looked back in confusion.Si Yanan was silent for a long time, and took a step back: Not dead.Ah, not dead!
Ming Chen sighed.Si Yanan: Si Yanan sighed.He squatted down and picked up the cabbage that had just tripped over Ming Chen: Where are you going?
Ming Chen sighed: Back kitchen.Well, Si Yan'an regained his coldness on his face and pointed to the bottom of the window where he had just squatted: That's yours too?
Be.Ming Chen replied with difficulty.He held a total of three cabbages, two of which he put at his feet, and one of which he held in his arms all the time.Just ran too devoted, not only forgot the cabbage on the ground, but also fell off his hand, and almost made him fall to the ground in front of the male god.His mind was too messy, like a dream, so he watched the male god go back to the meditation room and say something to the abbot, put on his shoes and picked up the cabbage, walked to him and said let's go.
[Dad.] ]Ming Chen said in his heart: [Did you see it?]
]The system is silent.
[I've grown up.] ]Mingchen clenched his fists.After walking for three to five minutes, he felt his consciousness gradually return.