Grandpa is such a bunny

Tubo found a good place to bury Yunniang's baby, Wang Xiangchenger, and the four together, where pink and white Zhiruo flowers would bloom every spring.

Qian Fan stood not far away, quietly looking at the young man sitting in front of the grave leading an ewe.

The young man bowed his head and didn't know what to say to the ewe. The ewe began to bleat, and lay down at his feet meekly and licked his palm.

Qian Fan silently looked at his palm wrapped with Buddhist beads, and then turned his gaze back to the man's straight back.

With a pinch of loess, can the grievances and grievances be eliminated? Tubo has never died, I don’t know, I only know that this matter that has been worried about for a year is completely completed, and the remaining corpses will be given to Zhu Laohou and Master Zhu. He has heartlessly left all the matters that the emperor confessed to Du Yun to deal with, so he will not take care of this matter anymore.

Tubo fumbled in his bosom, and took out a palm-sized booklet with a soft writing brush in it, and pressed the pen to his chin. Tubo flipped through the booklet, and after turning it over, he used the writing brush to write a line on it. The words are crossed out.

The ewe looked curiously at the booklet with her head stretched out.

Tubo's fingers were itchy because of its snort, he scratched his head, and said, "Okay, I can show you, who told you that you can't read, hey, don't eat, it's me The Don't Forget Book."

He crossed out a page of the little book, and left a few words on it. Just as he was about to close it, Tubo turned his head and looked at the elegant and upright monk with green robes flying in the distance. After thinking for a while, he turned the little book over. On the blank page, he wrote two words——Qian Fan.

The sky was foggy, the wind was blowing, and goosebumps appeared on his arms. Tubo rubbed his arms and walked over leading the ewe, "Wait a minute."

Qian Fan looked down at him, "No problem."

Tubo patted the ewe's head, "Let's go, it's going to rain."

Qian Fan nodded, looking at the young man in the dark blue official robe in front of him, his handsome and slender figure reflected him as extraordinarily suave. Nothing is lonely.

People are coming and going in Luo'an City, the bright red flags in front of the shop are rustling by the wind, and the sky is getting darker and darker.Tubo paused.

The owner of the restaurant was carrying wine into the shop, seeing him, "Come and have a drink?"

Tubo glanced at Qianfan, shook his head, and was about to leave just like that, but after thinking about it, he stopped and said, "You are talking like I often drink with you."

He looked at Qianfan, but he was speaking to the bar owner.

"Be careful what you say in the future, young master, I'm a good young man who doesn't drink, gamble and whore."

Tu Bai winked, "Qian Fan can also see it, really, I've always been like this."

Amused by his expression, Qian Fan pursed his lips and laughed.

Seeing that his jade-like skin was covered with a light pink when he smiled, he was extremely handsome and elegant, Tubo thought, "Are you being shy, what a beauty."

As soon as the two of them arrived at the inn, it began to rain lightly outside. The climate in Luo'an City was humid, not as dry and cold as in the north, but when it rained, they could feel a chill on their bodies.

Du Yun got up from the front table wrapped in a quilt, "I'm finally back, my lord has gone under the quilt." Clumsily like a bear, he went upstairs and went back to his room to sleep.

Tu Bai asked Xiao Er to order two bowls of noodles with shredded vegetables and carrots. After they finished eating, he borrowed a bamboo hat and coir raincoat from Xiao Er to put them on, "Come inside, it's not cold inside."

It was pitch black outside, the rain was falling in a hurry, wisps of chill came in from the closed door of the inn, Qian Fan frowned, "Are you still leaving?"

Tubo nodded, "Don't worry about me, I don't notice the rain." He put the straw hat on his head, put his hands on the shoulders of the person in front of him, and helped him turn around, "Go back, wait for you After evening class, it will be very late, go to bed early."

After speaking, without waiting for the man to refute, he opened the door and rushed into the rain and fog.

The door opened and closed quickly, and a gust of cold air rushed towards his face. Hearing the heavy rain outside, Qian Fan suddenly felt a little uncomfortable for some reason.

The rain in Luo'an City has always been continuous, and it didn't stop falling at once. When Qian Fan woke up at night, it was so dark outside that he couldn't see his fingers.

A faint candle was lit in the front hall on the first floor of the inn, and the tables, chairs and benches were reflected heavily.

When Qian Fan saw clearly the shadow lying on the table, he walked down quickly.

Hearing footsteps, the black shadow moved.

"You..." Qian Fan reached out his hand to touch Tubo's coir raincoat, which had been wet for some time, and the rain dripped down the ground. He stretched out his hand to untie it, and put his own clothes on again. Frowning between eyebrows, he said in a deep tone, "What's the matter, why didn't you wake me up?"

Tubo supported his head, rubbed his eyes, and said in a hoarse voice, "It's okay, I had a nightmare at night, I couldn't fall asleep, and somehow I came here. Did I disturb you?"

Qianfan shook his head, "Go back to the house with the poor monk." He gave a hand, and the shoulders touched by his hands were damp and wet. The temperature of the skin evaporated some of the rain through his clothes, and he smelled the rainwater on Tubo's body. the taste of.

"Don't, I'm so wet, you go to sleep quickly, don't worry about me, I'll just lie here and make do for the night." Tubo smiled and brushed away the black hair that was wet by the rain in front of him, and carefully took off the clothes he was wearing He got down and stuffed it into Qian Fan's hand, urging him to go upstairs quickly.

"Nonsense." Qian Fan said in a deep voice, with a sullen look on his handsome brows, he shook off his clothes and put them back on Tubo's shoulders, his voice became deeper and deeper, with a hint of refusal, "No nonsense."

From the acquaintance to the present, Tubo has never seen his solemn appearance, and only regards Qian Fan as a bunch of untouchable and refreshing breeze and white moon—handsome in appearance and gentle in temperament, but he doesn't know how to provoke him now He's gone, I actually saw this side of him.

Tubo blinked, "Oh, good." Seeing him walking in front with caressing his robes, Tubo tilted his head and thought about it, walked over two steps and walked side by side with this man, and said, "You care about me ?"

After he finished speaking, he obviously felt the people around him suddenly stop.

Tubo stretched out his face in front of Qianfan with a smile on his face, and saw Zen Master Shanyue loosened his frowning brows, and then his handsome face slowly turned red.

Qian Fan didn't start, his heart was beating like a drum beside his ear, he felt his face getting hotter and hotter, and he said as if fleeing, "Come in quickly." It entered his room like a gust of wind.

Tubo looked at the crack in the door left for him, with a bright smile in his eyes.

At this time, it was raining heavily in the middle of the night, and the raindrops fell on the window sills, converging into a pool of water stains and flowing down the wall.

After all, the room was much warmer, Tubo took the towel handed over by Qian Fan and wiped his hair indiscriminately, just as he was about to say stop busying, a pill was stuffed into his mouth.

Tubo didn't taste what the medicine was, but at the moment of entrance, the sensation of his lips touching the man's fingertips made his heart flutter, and proudly, he accidentally blew two hooligan whistles.

Qian Fan, who had his back turned to him, heard the whistle, and his fingers sticking to the beads seemed to be burned, and he retracted his cuffs.He was silent for a while and asked, "What dream?"

The elixir melted in his mouth, and Tubo's face was twisted in pain, and he grinned and said, "It's bloody, don't mention it."

Qian Fan poured him a glass of water, "Okay."

Tubo poured the water with his head up, and the bitter taste rushed down his throat immediately. He was almost out of shape by the bitterness. Just after thinking about it, he felt a cold on the back of his buttocks, and a small round bag was pushed out of his clothes.

He sneaked around, pushed back his fluffy round tail, and said vaguely, "I won't get in the rain again."

Qian Fan's eyes softened, and he let out a hum.

Outside the house was windy and windy, and Tubo silently held the cup, thinking about what to say, he thought to himself, "Should I stay here, or go to the next door to find Lao Du?" He thought of Du Yun The stinky-footed girl felt disgusted, "Forget it, I'd better go back to the rabbit's den."

Standing up, Qian Fan stepped aside from the bed, "Don't go."

Just as Tubo got off the chair, he sat down again, and said cheerfully, "Okay." He looked around, "But this bed is too small, I might force myself to sleep with you, so I'll just..."

Before he finished speaking, Qian Fan put his hands together and sat down beside the yellow wooden four-post table, "The poor monk meditates."

Tubo said, "Meditation is meditation. You have to sleep when it's time to sleep. Don't give in to me. Look what I found." He dug out a quilt from the four-piece brown chest in the corner of the room Well, the quilt is not new, and it smells like damp wood, but it is considered clean, and it is enough for a night's sleep.

Seeing him clearing the floor, Qian Fan walked over and grabbed a corner of the quilt, "The poor monk sleeps on the floor."

Tubo smiled, "You have to fight with me." He took the quilt from Qianfan's hand, and without any explanation, pressed his shoulders, pressed him onto the bed, and hugged him like a guru. Lie down with the quilt close to the footrest beside the bed, "I take care of you, they are all men, there is nothing to be particular about."

Having said that, it would be hypocritical to continue arguing, Qian Fan nodded and extinguished the candle.

The room was dark, no one spoke for a while, the rain was dripping outside, without the hustle and bustle of the day, it was so rare to listen to the rain late at night.

"Why cut the candles in the west window together, but talk about the rainy night in Bashan."

After a long while, Tubo muttered a sentence, turned over, and looked at the monk sleeping on the bed through the mottled and dim light, "Are you asleep?"

"None." Qian Fan quietly looked at the top of the gauze tent.

Tubo smiled, "Sleep then?"

Qian Fan, "Okay."

Tubo closed his eyes, and pulled the quilt to cover half of his face.

He thought he could have a good night's sleep, but he didn't expect that as soon as he closed his eyes, the bright red and dazzling blood stains on the ground that he saw that day fell into his eyes. Putting his head on the table, he clenched his teeth unconsciously.

Impossible, it's not yet time... Tubo thought with a headache, until he heard a soft call in his ear, he trembled suddenly and woke up again.

A warm hand was placed on his forehead, Qianfan sat beside him at some point, Tubo felt something was stuffed into the palm of his hand, and when he touched it carefully, it was the man's red sandalwood Buddha beads, on the beads were As if still carrying his temperature.

Tubo held the beads in his hand, and remained silent for a while, feeling the pain of being bitten by ants recede from his head, he spat at himself secretly, and whispered, "Actually, I'm a little timid."

His rabbit nature cannot be changed.

A deep smile floated into Tubo's ears from the darkness, making him numb all over, thinking that he didn't believe it, Tubo's eyeballs moved to and fro, "Really, I'm so timid."

In his family, he is notoriously timid. Rabbits are often frightened to death, urinate in fright, and refuse to eat in fright. Anyone who has raised them knows it.

Qian Fan hummed, put his palm on his eyes without moving, and said softly, "How about letting the poor monk come next time?"

Tubo tried hard to feel the temperature of his palm, "Okay, okay."

He said yes, but he thought in his heart, "How can I do that, anyway, I'm a monster, it's okay to scare you, if you are scared, I will feel sorry for you."

Knowing that he was perfunctory at this time, Qian Fan didn't continue talking, and folded his palms in front of his chest, "The poor monk recited sutras for the benefactor."

"What scriptures?"

"Pure Mind Zen."

Tubo opened and closed his eyes, brushed his palms with his eyelashes, "Okay, if I fall asleep, you can stop and go to sleep."

Qian Fan responded.

The deep and profound Zen words poured down, the Buddhist scriptures meditated, and they were spotless. I don’t know whether it was because of the Buddhist scriptures or the voice of Qianfan, Tubo’s churning heart finally calmed down, and he breathed continuously after a short while.