"It should be a woman," mumbled Fangzheng.
At this moment, a burst of music sounded in his ears.
"The clock on the windowsill is ticking.
It's raining outside the window.
I stare.
A guitar covered in dust.
But the string of love has loosened.
I'm a vase.
A weeping lily.
… "
"Master, what song is this? It's very nice. It's just a little sad," asked Red Boy out of curiosity.
Fangzheng looked up and saw a pot of lilies placed on the balcony on the third floor. The window was open, and the white curtains fluttered gently in the wind. There was a wind chime hanging on the window that danced with the wind, producing tinkling sounds as though it was dancing to the song.
Before the song finished, the music stopped. It was unknown what had happened in the room.
"Master, I'm asking you a question. What song is this?" asked Red Boy.
Fangzheng said, "Weeping lilies. I heard of it when I was in school. Now, not many people listen to it. "Fangzheng seldom listened to popular songs. He did not know if there were still people who listened to songs from his youth. Perhaps there were, but most of them were people who were nostalgic …
Fangzheng shook his head. The song made him recall many things. He recalled the times when he was still in school. He recalled the scratching sounds of pens on paper in the classroom. He thought of the symbols written on the blackboard that left him dizzy. He thought of the girls he had once secretly peeked at …
"A weeping lily? It sounds very sad. Forget it. I'm not thinking about it, "mumbled Red Boy.
At that moment, there was a sudden exclamation from upstairs. "Ah! Be careful! "
Pa!
Fangzheng felt something hit his head. Then, mud and tiles fell. A flower fell as well. Fangzheng grabbed the flower in passing. The petals swayed but did not scatter.
"Sorry, sorry …" A girl's exclamation came from upstairs.
Fangzheng removed the mud from his bald head and looked up. He saw a girl dressed in androgynous clothes speaking nervously before shrinking back.
"No way. You're already showing your head, and you still want to run? Don't you know that the monk can run, but the temple can't? "exclaimed Red Boy.
Dong!
Fangzheng raised his hand and rapped Red Boy on the head. What nonsense was this brat spouting? They were the monks!
Red Boy said unhappily, "Master, what you say is crude, but it's true. What kind of person is this? When the flower pot fell and hit someone, it actually shrank back and didn't make a sound … "
"Who's keeping quiet?" At this time, a panting female voice came over. Then, a girl with a long ponytail ran over. She had phoenix eyes and thin lips. Her face was a little tough. She looked very spirited and full of vigor. Wearing jeans and a T-shirt, he looked a little androgynous …
"You did it?" Red Boy pointed at the flower pot on the ground and asked.
The girl blushed and said, "I did it. About that, sorry … Are you alright?" Looking at Fangzheng, the girl's face turned redder. At the same time, she secretly heaved a sigh of relief. She was really thankful that the flower pot didn't kill anyone. At the same time, she was extremely curious. What was this monk's brain? A flowerpot that fell from the third floor. Nothing happened …
"Amitabha. Patron, don't worry. This Penniless Monk is fine." Fangzheng was indeed fine. With the White Lunar Monk Robe protecting him, he would be fine even if a bomb dropped, much less a flower pot. Since he was fine, why make things difficult for the girl?
Red Boy was pissed as he said, "What do you mean fine? My master was smashed … "
"Then what do you want?" The girl also realized that the monk was easy to talk to. Instead, it was the doll-like girl who was rather difficult to deal with.
Red Boy thought for a moment and said, "At the very least, you have to provide food, right?"
Fangzheng was just about to teach Red Boy a lesson when he realized that what he said made sense. It was almost noon, and with no one providing food, he would have to starve on the roadside again.
The girl was taken aback before she said with a smile, "I thought it was something serious. Alright, I'll provide food! Is that alright? "
Red Boy revealed a smug smile, but he still shot a glance at Fangzheng. Fangzheng said with a wry smile, "Patron, This Penniless Monk's disciple is mischievous. Please don't take it to heart." Fangzheng felt a little embarrassed to directly ask for food. If he were to ask, he would definitely reject it.
Red Boy immediately felt discouraged. He realized that his master was truly useless! He had laid down such a good foundation, but all his efforts were for naught.
However, the girl laughed. "I won't take it to heart, but I definitely have to treat you to a meal. By the way, can I ask you a question? "
Fangzheng asked, "Patron, what would you like to ask?"
"Are you really a monk?" The girl's eyes sparkled. Clearly, she was truly curious.
Fangzheng nodded. "Amitabha."
"Isn't that obvious? If my master isn't a monk, there wouldn't be any monks in this world." Red Boy spoke with great confidence. Even a Child of Wealth under Bodhisattva like him had been thrown here to be trained. How could such a monk be fake?
However, his words turned into a joke in the girl's ears. She treated it as a child's babble and thought nothing of it. However, there was one thing she was certain of. The monk in front of her was indeed a monk. With her curiosity satisfied, she clapped her hands and said, "Alright, let's go. Let's have a feast!"
"Uh, aren't we going to your house to eat?" Red Boy was puzzled. The girl's house was upstairs, so why were they heading out?
The girl blushed. "About that … I don't know how to cook …"
"Where are your parents?" pressed Red Boy.
"They're not here. If they were, it would be simple." The girl shook her head bitterly.
However, Fangzheng saw a crafty look in the girl's eyes. Clearly, she was lying. However, that wasn't important. It wasn't like Fangzheng had to eat at her house.
Lunch was eaten at a tiny restaurant. Fangzheng and Red Boy each ordered a bowl of noodle soup. The girl sat by the side with a look of astonishment. Her big eyes darted around, and it was unknown what she was thinking. From time to time, she would secretly glance at Fangzheng and Red Boy.
However, she realized that the two of them did not look disgusted. Instead, they ate with relish. They even finished the soup, not wasting any of it.
Especially Fangzheng. His every move had a hint of Zen in it. It was as though there was no smoke or fire in him. He was neither fast nor slow, making it very comfortable to look at. It was as though the person sitting there was not a person, but a tree, a blade of grass, or a mountain. It was natural, as though it should be there. It would never appear out of place, but it made one feel peaceful and comfortable.
After the meal, Fangzheng pressed his palms together. "Amitabha. Thank you, Patron."
"You're welcome. It's something I should do." The girl hurriedly waved her hand before asking, "Are you really monks?"
Fangzheng: "…"
Red Boy rolled his eyes.
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