After the rebirth, I formed a CP with Zhuma

Hurrying quickly, the two finally arrived at their destination after dark.

There was only a monk and the director waiting at the door. When they saw Song Liang and Xie Yi walking over together, they stepped forward and said, "Here we are. It's a lot late today. Did something happen on the way?"

Xie Yi has been here many times before, so it stands to reason that he doesn't need to come this time, but after Xie Yi learned that everyone lived here for fifteen days, he said that he was tired from staying in the entertainment industry and wanted to come with him to rest.

In this way, he will appear here.

Xie Yi glanced at Song Liang, who was panting beside him, and didn't explain too much, but simply said: "I encountered a little trouble, but it's not a problem."

"That's good." The director quickly let them in.

The white-faced young monk next to him said to Xie Yi: "Brother Xie, the room you live in is still the one before. You will have dinner later, so you can go to rest first."

As soon as he heard that it was time to rest, Song Liang immediately regained his spirits, pulled Xie Yi and poked his head over: "Then where do I live?"

The little monk sized up Song Liang, his eyes fell on Xie Yi's waist, from the moment he came in, Song Liang hung on Xie Yi's body like a pendant.

But Xie Yi, who always didn't like others to get close to him, didn't stop his behavior.

It seems that the two have a good relationship.

The monk thought for a moment: "Because of the large number of people this time, the wing room is divided into two people."

Xie Yi frowned subconsciously.

The little monk said again: "But now everyone else has formed a group, there are only two rooms left, one belongs to Brother Xie, and the other is next to Brother Xie's wing."

He stared at Xie Yi's expression, and saw that he was relaxed, but not completely relaxed.

Strange, do you want to sleep together?

Song Liang's tone was innocent: "Brother Xie lives with someone else?"

Xie Yi said angrily: "I don't live with others."

Song Liang narrowed his eyes, confidently: "I am someone else?"

Xie Yi was speechless for a second, and raised his hand to cover Song Liang's face.

He raised his eyes and looked at the director.

The director had a half-smile, and said, "It seems that your dog is fine."

Xie Yi: "..."

The white-faced monk was also very sensible and said: "Then arrange the same room. The two of you are tired from the journey, so go back and rest first, and I will inform the host."

After he finished speaking, he bowed his head to the two of them, turned around and was about to leave. At this time, the director hurriedly stopped them, saying that he was going to discuss something with the host, and he followed.

The two walked a long distance before Xie Yi let go of Song Liang.

"What dog?" Song Liang blinked his eyes, his tone was surprised, "Since when did you raise a dog?"

Xie Yi glanced at him with a cold face, thinking that it was just an excuse to meet you, and then said perfunctorily: "I raised it some time ago."

Song Liang had never seen Xie Yi raise a dog in his previous life, so he felt suspicious.

Wanting to ask something more, Xie Yi already put on a bored face: "Do you want to rest? If not, you can just stay here by yourself."

Song Liang hurriedly nodded and said there was no problem, then smiled and followed Xie Yi to the wing.

The guest rooms in the temple are all in the same courtyard, while the monks are in another courtyard. In addition to the residence courtyard, training courtyard, and kitchen, there are scripture academy, presiding elder courtyard, and wing courtyard for distinguished guests.

Xie Yi lived in a wing room specially for distinguished guests, alone on the edge of the mountain, with a loft structure, the upper part was the room, and the lower part was the small kitchen.

Walking through a flight of steps and opening the gatehouse, there is an idyllic atmosphere everywhere in the house. The wooden house made of wood will creak when stepped on after years. The pool is in the bathroom, and there is no water heater inside. There is a huge stone bench under the faucet, and a red washbasin is placed on the bench.

Looking up again, there is a hanging mirror. There is a small shelf next to the mirror, and there are two brand new towels on it.

Song Liang hissed.

Although the house was shabby and terrible, it looked much better than the ordinary courtyard rooms.

After all, in that yard, the toilet is built outside, and they all share the same toilet, and they have to get up early in the morning to get hot water, and next door is the monastery, so you can hear them start chanting scriptures at three o'clock, and start practicing at five o'clock .

During those fifteen days, he had not eaten any meat and had to suffer this kind of torture, which really made Song Liang choked up.

Although there is no meat to eat right now, at least the standard of living has improved a lot.

Song Liang became more and more satisfied as he watched, took a basin of water to wash his face and went out, ready to get a toothbrush cup, but unexpectedly ran into Xie Yi who had just entered.

Seeing that Xie Yi came in wearing only boxers, Song Liang's eyes widened: "What are you doing?"

"As you can see, take a shower." Xie Yi invited him, "Do you want to take a shower together?"

Song Liang: "..."

"Dinner will be served in the dining room in 10 minutes." Xie Yi paused for two seconds before adding, "Those who go have already sat down."

Song Liang pondered: "Then I go over now?"

Xie Yi asked back: "Do you want to go there with a bad smell?"

Song Liang paused, raised his arm and sniffed, but there was no smell on his body, but after Xie Yi reminded him, he immediately felt uncomfortable, so he followed Xie Yi in.

Xie Yi has lived in this house several times. He moved two small benches and sat on one side. Then he picked up a big bucket, turned on the tap to fill it up, and then stood up and said, "Look first, [-]% Close when full."

Then go out.

Song Liang stared at the faucet, waited and waited, and heard the sound of boiling the kettle outside, from low to high and then down again, and the sound disappeared after a while.

He turned off the faucet, and Xie Yi walked in, poured a pot of hot water into the bucket, and when he felt that it was almost done, he called him: "Stir the water to see if it's warm enough."

Song Liang felt the novelty, so he listened to his instructions to stir the water in the bucket, and when Song Liang said it was almost done, Xie Yi took out the kettle, and when he came in, he had a bottle of Liushen toilet water in his hand.

Song Liang: "?"

"You don't know?" Xie Yi lifted it up, "Neutral fragrance, Chinese perfume."

Song Liang: "..."

Xie Yi unscrewed the bottle cap, poured a few drops into it, and the fragrance belonging to the Six Gods immediately dissipated. He stirred it a few times, put the bottle cap on the ground aside, then picked up the soap that was still intact on the side, and broke it off. Handed half of it to Song Liang: "This is what I use for bathing here."

Song Liang had used it at any rate, and had some experience. He took the soap and put it on the side table, first put a towel into the bucket and dipped it in water, wet his body, then wiped the soap on, rubbed it to lather, and then flushed.

The two of them went about their business in silence for a while.

Just after washing, Song Liang lost his attention and looked at Xie Yi from time to time.

Xie Yi has been exercising since he was in school, and he was once selected for the provincial team. His muscular body is very comparable to others. Later, when he entered the entertainment industry, he did not forget to exercise, and even took several large-scale commercial photos.

There is almost no difference from what I see now, just take a picture and let the fans boil.

Especially in this half-covered state of the foam, the scene of sliding down the water flow to the belly and hiding in the foam is even more imaginative.

Song Liang glanced from top to bottom, and accidentally looked a few more times.

Xie Yi glanced at him: "Where are you looking?"

Song Liang came back to his senses with a jolt, and embarrassedly pursed his lips and smiled: "There are only a few places that men can see."

"Hey." Xie Yi snorted and laughed, "It makes your eyes go straight."

Song Liang didn't deny it, he was indeed a little straight-eyed.

He likes Xie Yi, and he knows this very well.

It's just that it's hard to say now, he has to increase his bargaining chip to believe in Xie Yi when he knows the truth.

Xie Yi took the basin of water, rushed it down from head to toe, then brushed the wet bangs back of his head, picked up a dry scarf around his lower abdomen, and said, "I'm going out first, you wash slowly."

Seeing that people left, Song Liang didn't want to stay any longer, so he finished washing and went out as soon as possible.

When he changed his clothes and walked out of the bathroom, Xie Yi had already dried his hair. He was leaning against the bed, brushing things with his phone in one hand.

Hearing the movement, he looked up, his gaze stayed on Song Liang's face for a few seconds, and he said, "Go blow your hair briefly."

"Okay." Song Liang walked to the standing fan and picked up the hair dryer on the next stage to blow.

Amidst the buzzing, a few words of dialogue came faintly.

Song Liang turned around and saw that Xie Yi seemed to be watching some video, his face was solemn, his brows were wrinkled as if he could hold a piece of paper, but he didn't want Song Liang to know, and occasionally he would look up at Song Liang.

Song Liang had no choice but to turn his head away, pretending that he was blowing his hair seriously.

When it was about eight minutes dry, Song Liang turned off the hair dryer, and the sound of Xie Yi's cell phone stopped abruptly.

"Let's go." Xie Yi stood up, stretched, and walked out the door.

Song Liang put down the hair dryer when he heard the sound, took the mobile phone on the stage and followed.

Although there are no street lights at night in the mountains, there are many stars, faintly illuminated by people.

Song Liang followed Xie Yi to the dining room, and saw three or four people already sitting in the room from a distance.

The aroma from the room floated over, and Song Liang couldn't help swallowing.

When the two entered the dining room, Song Liang threw himself on the pots and pans and filled himself a big bowl full of noodles.

He can remember this noodle, when he eats it, he will feel full for three minutes, and if he smells it, he will feel as hungry after eating it for three minutes.

If you don't eat more, you will wake up hungry in the middle of the night.

He brought his own bowl of rice to the table, and saw that there were people sitting beside Xie Yi, the director was on the left, the abbot was on the right, and the others hurriedly occupied their seats. The table had long since lost his place. Liang shrugged his nose, didn't think there was anything wrong, and took the bowl to another table to eat.

As soon as he sat down, someone came over with an empty bowl and said to Song Liang with a smile, "My friend, you have quite a lot in this bowl?"

"It's okay, normal appetite." Song Liang stuffed a lot of peanuts under the bowl, all of them were crispy and full. He smelled it and his stomach was empty, "Are you okay?"

"I just think you seem to be putting on a bit too much." The man smiled softly, and the others also looked over.

Song Liang subconsciously protected the bowl, thinking that he had been found out so quickly for stuffing peanuts?

Then he replied: "There are still many in the pot."

"You pretend to be so much, you definitely can't finish it." The man put on a friendly gesture, "I don't eat much, so it's not easy to pretend, and I can't finish it if I pretend to be too much, so I want to share your share with me, so that you I can finish eating, I can finish eating too..."

He paused, and added: "I want to keep in shape."

Song Liang: "..."

He stared at the man's thin figure and his almost heavily made-up face, and his tone was quite cold: "But I think I can finish eating."

"Don't always be what you think." The man continued his preaching, "When the time comes, you won't be able to eat and waste. You were like this when you were in the Black City. Don't be like this outside, right?"

Song Liang: "..."

What a white lotus.

He rolled his eyes inwardly, thinking it's none of your business, I haven't wasted food.

Then he said, "Take care of yourself."

man:"……"

He was silent for a few seconds, then lowered his voice: "My name is Bu Fan."

Song Liang: "?"

Bu Fan said, "I hope you are more sensible."

Song Liang felt even more baffled: "Who are you, it's none of my business?"

"..." Bu Fan was surprised for a second, said "I'm sorry", then stood up, and couldn't help muttering softly, "I don't even know me, this is the level of a caveman."

Song Liang: "..."

He couldn't hold back: "Who is it? Everyone in De Niu Dao Shanding Cave knows each other. People from Yuanmou?"

Song Liang never knew what it means to quit despite difficulties. When he saw Bu Fan turning back and walking back, the other people looked at the show. He only knew that today's meal was full of ups and downs. When he raised his eyelids, there was no Bu Fan in his eyes. shadow.

"Hi, I didn't scold you, why did you insult me?" Bu Fan stood in front of him, put the bowl heavily on the table, stared at Song Liang condescendingly, and cursed in a low voice, "Using low-quality perfume, you dare to insult me, it's really awesome."