Fang Jinshu's heart floated on the warm smiling face of the young man.
Whether she wants to or not, she always has to get married, and it has nothing to do with love.
Marrying a cousin who knows the bottom of the story seems to be a good choice.
However, this is very unfair to Hao Junmo.
If it was just a marriage of family interests, Fang Jinshu couldn't do it, and married the other party knowing that he couldn't repay the other party's heart.
A sunny boy like Hao Junmo deserves a better woman.
Watching Fang Fei carefully put away the seal, Fang Jinshu hid his thoughts.
She is still young, and she will not see the marriage until at least the age of the eldest sister.
Now that he knows Hao Junmo's thoughts, and he doesn't want to be that kind person, he simply stays away in the future, so it's good for him to retreat.
As soon as Fang Jinshu's birthday passed, it was Chinese New Year's Eve in a blink of an eye.
On such a day of reunion, everyone in the Pure Clothes Nunnery will inevitably have a little desolation in their hearts.
They stayed in the nunnery for various reasons, unable to reunite with their relatives, and some of the nuns were orphans in the first place.
Knowing that the people in the nunnery are hard-working, Jingchen deliberately made this year busy and lively.
On Chinese New Year's Eve, after finishing the morning class, he asked the nuns to take a rag and broom and sweep the halls and rooms to dust and remove silk.
After a busy time, the house was completely new, and everyone naturally didn't have much to worry about.
The peach charm couplet was pasted, and the kitchen was in full swing.
A plate of exquisite tribute offerings was placed on the offering table in front of the Buddha statue.
Fang Jinshu and Fang Fei brought several plates to the spiritual seat of the Empress Dowager of Heroic Martyrs.
In the evening, a long case was placed in the main hall, Jingchen gave a lecture, and everyone sat cross-legged, wrapping spring rolls in rice milk.
The female nuns of the phonetic generation are young, and after a little effort, they can't sit still.
There was slimy rice milk on his fingers, and there were scraps scattered in the tray, and his butt was moving around on the futon.
Fang Fei was trained by Princess Jing'an and sat very well.
Even if it is the first time to wrap spring rolls, the progress is slow, but the hands are very stable.
Fang Jinshu sat cross-legged, his small body sitting straight.
However, the spring rolls in his hand were disobedient, they couldn't close them no matter what, and the vegetarian stuffing always slipped from the side.
She frowned and said fiercely, and secretly said in her heart: I can even hold a bow and arrow, so I don't believe that I can't help a small spring roll!
"Little girl, spring rolls are not wrapped like this."
Two shallot-like fingers reached out from behind her and brushed the spring rolls in her hands.
Jinghe smiled lazily and charmingly, the spring roll that had been ravaged by Fang Jinshu and out of shape, under her slender jade fingers, became like a flower in a few clicks.
Fang Jinshu's mouth grew in surprise and looked at her in disbelief.
Jinghe is from Guicheng Houfu, that is a noble girl of a family who really does not touch the spring water with her fingers, she actually makes spring rolls?
Seeing that she was stunned, Jinghe stretched out his finger and pointed at her smooth forehead, and smiled wantonly: "What kind of daze, it's rare that Mrs.
Shi is in a good mood, and I come to teach you compassionately." ” Fang Jinshu came back to his senses and hurriedly asked for advice.
Wrapping spring rolls and holding a bow and arrow are completely different things, you can't use too much force, it will hurt the thin skin; Don't be too full, then the filling will leak.
Every penny has to be just right to make a small and delicate spring roll.
Under Jinghe's hand-in-hand teaching, Fang Jinshu also got a few.
Although the shape is not beautiful enough, it is finally finished.
Jingchen sat steadily in the middle, with a warm smile in his eyes.
While wrapping delicate and hornless spring rolls, I occasionally chatted with my sisters about the New Year.
On the lively night of Chinese New Year's Eve, even Jingzhen, who has always been serious, has a smile hidden in the wrinkles on her face.
The spring rolls were formed from under her hands, and the tray was very clean, and there was no residue at all.
As the night darkened, steamed spring rolls, radish cakes, vegetarian buns, etc., like flowing water, were brought out of the kitchen and placed on the long table in front of everyone.
After a while, the nuns who had been working in the kitchen for a long time also took off their aprons and walked in.
All the nuns, concubines, and princesses in the nunnery sat on the benches, regardless of dignity and inferiority, and they were lively and lively.
Such a scene can only be seen in such a foreign place.
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However, this is only the case with Joki-an.
It is also a place outside the square, and the Dabei Temple on the outskirts of Beijing is full of fireworks.
There is no curfew on Chinese New Year's Eve, and Luoyang City at this time is an all-night carnival night.
The market outside the Great Compassion Temple is the moment when it is crowded.
The powerful people, the daughters of the official eunuchs, and the young masters, the BMW light fur and fresh clothes and angry horses, went towards the Great Compassion Temple.
After waiting for the two quarters to pass, he entered the main hall to burn incense and pray for good luck in the New Year.
On this night, there is also the custom of striking the bell and burning incense.
Whichever family donates more merit, which family can enjoy the special treatment of burning incense.
Fang Jinshu took a small piece of radish cake, put it in his mouth and chewed it gently, but his thoughts drifted to the previous life.
At that time, there was the name of the Dingguo Mansion, and no one dared to compete with them for the first incense.
She followed her mother to burn incense, and it is unknown what her mother prayed for, but her wish was a mirror.
After a lively reunion banquet, a few benches were removed, the ground was cleaned up, and the hall returned to its usual solemnity.
When the time came, Jingchen arranged for Jingzhen to take someone to ring the first bell of the new year.
He led everyone to sit cross-legged, recited Buddhist mantras, and began the prayer ceremony.
Fang Jinshu's eyes and nose and heart calmed down, and after studying the Buddhist scriptures, she could understand the meaning of the scriptures better than before.
In the solemn recitation of the scriptures, the distant bell came, washing the souls of everyone.
The bells are ringing every day, but at this moment, they are very different.
At the end of the puja, it was the early morning of the first day of the new year.
Some of the old nuns couldn't stand it and had quietly gotten up and dozed off.
Jingchen didn't reprimand, just let everyone disperse and rest early.
Maybe it was the baptism of the Dharma, and this night I slept short, but I woke up full of energy.
Fang Jinshu breathed in the cold and sweet air unique to the mountains, and practiced martial arts as usual.
Back in the yard, this day's breakfast was a little special, it was a vegetarian dumpling specially prepared by the kitchen.
After eating hot dumplings and finishing the morning class, Jingchen invited the older nuns from the nunnery to sit on the top, and brought waves of juniors to them to greet the New Year.
The old nuns smiled kindly and touched the heads of the juniors to pray for blessings.
Then it was Jingchen and the others' turn to sit upright, and the phonetic generations came forward to kowtow to the New Year.
Fang Jinshu was sandwiched in it, and after worshipping the New Year respectfully, he got a peace charm that he had worshiped in front of the Buddha statue.
The Spring Festival in the Jingyi Nunnery was peaceful and lively.
Although he was not able to reunite with his family and friends, he had another taste, especially for Fang Jinshu, who was just a guest here.
Her life is still long, and the years in the nunnery are just one of the memorable times.