Grandpa is such a bunny

On the second day, the master kicked the door with hot water and towels.

The people in the room slept in a mess. Du Yun picked up Tubo's unfinished wine and got himself and Sun Xiao drunk. Rolled on the small couch beside him and fell asleep.

The master gently dragged Master Du and Sun Xiao onto the chairs and wiped their faces.

"Where's the old picture?" Du Yun asked confusedly while holding the towel.

Master raised his chin and pointed to the place where a bunch of cotton balls were exposed in the quilt—Master Tu lay on the pillow, folded his two long ears under his chin, and had three pink hare lips on his round head. One sheet and one sheet, breathing slowly, sleeping peacefully and serenely.

Du Yun walked over and pinched his round tail, and said in a low voice, "Let's go, we should go out, he must have forgotten what he said yesterday, we continue to pretend we don't know."

The three of them were about to go out when Sun Xiao suddenly said, "What about Chan Master Shanyue? If Tu Ge Mo Wang didn't mention him in the book and forgot him, how should we explain it?"

Du Yun stretched his waist, glanced at the fluffy rabbit on the bed, lowered his eyes and thought for a moment, then touched his chin, "If Lao Tu didn't remember him, it means that Zen Master Shanyue is not that important to him, just forget it." Forget it, as for the explanation, maybe Shanyue won't ask for it either."

After speaking, he opened the door first, walked to the corridor on the second floor and looked down.

The sky was gray and just dawn, the birds were chirping non-stop in the early morning mist, the inn was quiet, even Xiaoer hadn't gotten up yet.

In the lobby, the candles on a table turned into drops of candle tears. The monk beside the table had a calm face and straight back, sitting with his back to the sunlight, like a peaceful and firm Buddha in the backlight.

Du Yun thought about it, picked up the teapot on the counter and walked over.

The tea was for overnight, Du Yun was careless, he didn't care at all, he poured two cups and handed them over, "Zen master didn't sleep all night?"

Qian Fan didn't speak, his eyelashes were slender and thick, and the profile of his face had finely carved lines.

"Zen Master cares about Lao Tu so much, he is really lucky in his three lives. Don't worry, he is fine, the old problem is sick, just sleep for a night and he will be fine."

Only then did Qian Fan raise his eyes to look at him. His eyes were narrow and dark, as if contained in an ancient well. Although the well water was cold, it was clear, pure and sweet.

Du Yun looked at it and murmured in his heart, thinking, hey, I didn't lie, why did he feel guilty when he saw it.

Qian Fan whispered, "Thank you."

Du Yun touched the tip of his nose, feeling a little strange for no reason, Zen Master Shanyue thanked Lao Tu?Before he could figure out why he was thanked, Master Du had the cheek to accept it first.

"Oh, don't be polite to us, just get used to it, he's just like this, I need Zen Master to worry about it." He said while thinking, what should I let Zen Master Shanyue get used to? After a few days, when the Buddhist temple is built, he will leave Is it, how to say, the old picture seems to be sold by me.

Du Yun was buzzing in his heart, looked at Qianfan, and put him and Tubo together to think about it several times, but he didn't find anything, so he simply decided not to mention it, "This time Yang Zhang’s case depends entirely on the presence of the Zen master, so the emperor will be so happy to reverse the case for them, and I thank the Zen master on their behalf.”

"It's your duty to save people and do good deeds. You don't need to be polite." Qian Fan said, his eyes drifted to a closed door on the second floor, but he didn't get a response, so he looked away with a little disappointment.

Du Yun didn't notice his expression, and said with a smile, "I still have to thank you. The injustice case was overturned thanks to Zen Master and Lao Tu's running around these days. The emperor is satisfied with the handling of the case. I heard that he even appointed an imperial envoy I rewarded Luoan City and sent Buddhist scriptures to the Chan Master by the way."

Qian Fan clasped his palms together and recited a Buddha's name.

It is obvious to all that the emperor of Dajing Kingdom is obsessed with Buddhism, and it is good to treat monks like hell. After drinking the tea for the night, Du Yun thought to himself, with his emperor, he believed in some magic sticks. .

Qian Fan chatted with him for a while, when he suddenly heard the sound of steady footsteps behind him, his shoulders subconsciously stiffened, and his back straightened up more and more.

Du Yun looked up at the person, held the teacup calmly, and drank the tea with his head down as if he hadn't seen it.

The visitor paused and said slowly, "Du Yun."

Du Yun's heart suddenly fell back to the original place, thinking that he knew me again, and raised his head with a smile, "Old Tu is awake."

Tubo frowned, two throbbing veins were faintly buried under his temples, and his headache and hangover made him frown uncomfortably—the moment he woke up in the morning, his mind was blank and dazed, and he couldn’t think of anything Waking up, not even knowing what I am living for, this feeling is more painful than a headache.

He lay with his eyes wide open for a while, subconsciously touched his body, and took out the book of not forgetting, which remembered the unresolved things before he lost his memory, and the people who could not be forgotten before he lost his memory.Fortunately, no matter how many times he gets sick and how many times he forgets, he still remembers his illness and the reason for his illness.

Tubo endured the headache and discomfort, and re-remembered the person who wrote in his own handwriting on Mo Wang's book - Du Yun who is useless, and the one who is with the old god is the master, the innocent and lovely one is called Sun Xiao.

He sat swayingly by the table, propping his face with his hands. When he saw clearly the appearance of the monk beside him, two brilliant starlights shot out from his half-closed eyes, and two halves of thin red lips lazily spit out two The word, "Thousand Fan."

Du Yun was surprised, hey, how did you recognize it?

Qian Fan noticed his difference, but couldn't tell, so he looked back at him with a little worry, his eyes were clear, "Benefactor, does your head still hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt anymore." Tubo shook his head, touched his chest secretly, and smiled brightly. Don't forget that there is only one sentence written about this person in the book: everything you see is the breeze and the moon.

I smile when I see you.

Tubo couldn't remember the rest of Yang Wenyan's case, and Du Yun also habitually wiped his butt and refused to let him take care of it. He and his master did the final sorting out of the case and recorded the details.With nothing to do, Tubo squatted under the warm sun and watched the new yamen in Luo'an City being built brick by brick.

He watched silently for a while, but still couldn't remember who burned the yamen, so he had to close his eyes, sat on the side of the road and picked a weed and chewed it in his mouth, feeling empty in his heart. The aftereffects of the disease will always make him inexplicably lost and lonely in the days to come.

Du Yun looked at his figure from afar, and took a big bite out of the bun in his hand.

Sun Xiaodao, "Why don't you tell Brother Tu that we know, it's better than every time he tries his best to pretend that nothing happened in front of us even though he doesn't remember anything."

Du Yun twitched the corners of his lips, "It's the same as saying he'll forget it next time." He glanced at the side of the road, hoping that a little white rabbit would pop out from the grass beside the road and be robbed by him. A few carrots to coax another big rabbit.

Before he could find it, someone had already stepped in and walked over with a small green bamboo basket.

Qianfan squatted down and passed the small basket, his back was facing the sun, the warm sun poured from his shoulders, reflected into Tubo's eyes, and shone his pupils extremely shallow, with fine golden light layered inside.

The juicy carrots and oranges in the small bamboo basket are clean, exuding the fragrance of vegetables and fruits.

Tubo looked down and thought, what would I say before?Say thank you politely, or say sincerely that he cares about you and then take the opportunity to confess?He raised his eyelids to look at the fair and handsome monk, picked a carrot, took a bite, and blinked at Qianfan, everything happened in the blink of an eye.

His thick eyelashes flickered, Qian Fan blushed inexplicably, turned away slightly, and whispered, "Let's eat first."

Tubo laughed in his heart, "Hey, so I used to get along with him like this, was this person so shy before?"

Seeing that he ate almost the same amount, Qian Fan looked down at the Buddhist beads on his wrist, and said softly, "If the benefactor wants to say something, the poor monk will definitely listen."

About his headache that day, and all the things he wanted to say, Qian Fan thought, "I want to know everything related to you."

Tubo smiled, but said nothing, and ate up the carrots.

Qianfan sighed slightly, calmly buried his disappointment in his heart.

The envoy sent by the emperor heard that he was a highly regarded minister during this period, named Gao Chenfeng. This person had read sages and sages, learned from ancient and modern times, and was appointed as the right deputy capital censor of the Inspectorate at a young age. His future is limitless.

In the inn, Du Yun was writing a list. The new yamen was almost built. Some rooms were tidied up, and the furniture could be used for occupants. He wrote a long list and handed it to Tubo for him to buy. He leaned back on the chair comfortably , Said, "Didn't you ask about the important things? This Mr. Gao is still the son-in-law of the Minister of Rites."

The master put his hands in his hands and commented lightly, "sour."

Sun Xiao covered her cheeks, "The teeth are almost sour."

Tubo was sitting on the chair, with one leg bent and stepping on the back of the chair, he almost slipped under the chair if he wanted to sit or look like a man, and laughed at Du Yun, "He must be I drank all the vinegar I used to dip the radish, and it was sour to my grandma's house."

Qian Fan sat beside him, smiled helplessly, reached out to support his shoulders and carried him back to the chair.

Two days later, Gao Chenfeng, the right deputy censor of the Inspectorate, came to Luo'an City with the Holy Majesty's decree, and Du Yun and everyone from the yamen came out of the city to greet him.

After an hour of greeting, the tall man didn't even see a fart.

Tubo stood under the tall city wall lazily hiding from the sun. Fortunately, Qianfan was invited by the people to go to Guanyin Mountain to set up an altar to give lectures, so he would not be so boring now.

"I knew I would have gone to listen to the Buddhist scriptures." Tubo leaned against the city gate, squinting at the guards to check the people entering and leaving the city.

Hearing his complaints, Du Yun said, "It's as if you can understand it, you're just looking at the Zen master—"

He was half-spoken, but Tubo stopped him with a gesture.

Tubo tilted his head slightly, as if he was listening to something, the ends of his black hair brushed his overly handsome side face, following his movements, a gust of wind came, and the clear and crisp sound of the tiger-striped flat-bottomed drum was reproduced sent into the wind.

In the half-opened doors and windows under the vermilion eaves, a poem is slowly scattered into Luo'an City with the beat of drums.

"Yesterday, the green peony in the cloud bun, the peach blossom and the red man will not return, who do you say lovesickness bestows on, who do you say lovesickness bestows..."