Tender as wild

Chapter 73 Monk and Fang Ye

After returning to the dormitory, Baili was alone.

She went to the bathroom to take a shower, then took a towel and looked at her phone while wiping her hair. Someone in the dormitory group sent a lot of messages, saying that they would not go home next Saturday and go to a dinner party together.

Considering Baili's situation, Guan Xiaoyuan said she didn't need to pay.

Since the last time Bai Li said that Fang Ye was not her biological brother, no one has pulled their financial status together.

They all live together and have the closest relationship. Everyone can see that Baili lives very frugally and eats only the lowest-end meals in school. He never drinks small desserts such as milk tea. At most, he just eats for To stay healthy, she spent two yuan a day to buy an ugly apple. Even the boss in Beicheng was unwilling to take her money, but she still stubbornly asked the price and paid the boss.

I attend class every day and find time to draw manuscripts, so I can’t save any money.

But if something happened to her roommates, such as forgetting to pay the water card or electricity bill, she would always find out immediately and then fix it. If she needed help, she would agree with a smile.

What a wonderful little girl.

Of course, none of the girls in dormitory 301 have bad intentions and will not deliberately ask for anything. They treat Baili enthusiastically, and they can also find that Baili treats them in every possible way.

The point is, the white pear looks really beautiful.

She has a pretty standard appearance of a pretty girl. She is in a good mood and goes to school early. Now she is one year younger than them, so everyone is willing to take extra care of her.

Bai Li knew what her roommates were thinking. She didn't like to take advantage of others, and it was true that they had never eaten delicious food together. She quickly freed up a hand to type a line of words on the screen of her phone.

[Bai Li: No need to treat, I can pay, let’s go play together. 】

She acted very excited and not at all disappointed.

Everyone's fear of her rejection suddenly dropped, and there was another lively discussion in the dormitory group.

The nights in Beicheng are dry, and the water molecules in the air are thinner than those in Lingjiang.

Baili lay on the table, looking at the chat records of her roommates, and then turned her head to look at the sycamore tree outside the window, laughing unconsciously.

Finally got the card back.

His brother said he didn't get rich.

So this 100,000 yuan is enough for him to go to college?

As for the car, Fang Ye didn't answer whether he bought it, so let's assume it belongs to his rich second-generation friend.

After all, it is very difficult to earn money to buy a good car in college.

Autumn night, cool air permeates the air.

She carefully arranged the items on her table before turning off the light and climbing into the crib.

Looking forward to the dinner party next week.

She picked up her phone and searched for the location of the restaurant she was going to, planning to plan her trip.

The location is in a not-so-remote scenic spot in Beicheng. I heard that there are many flowers there and the prices are very cheap.

There is no direct bus service from Qingdao University. My roommates are all well-off and should know how to take a taxi. The fare is expected to be 56 yuan.

Bai Li glanced at it and probably had an idea.

With a casual glance, on the mountain next to the scenic spot, there is a Buddhist place called Hanming Temple.

"Hanming Temple."

Baili has never heard of this name.

But she thought it sounded good and couldn't help but murmur.

Under the dim sight, Bai Li didn't know what she thought of. With the help of the autumn moon, she got up, turned on the light and went to look for the temple she had painted that day.

She drew it to record her dreams, so she couldn't lose it.

But she searched for a long time, but she couldn't see half of the drawing.

She thought of the few manuscripts she had sent and sighed thoughtfully.

Maybe they were sent together that day?
  Thinking of this possibility, Baili blinked and said, let's send it out. Anyway, we can return it together when the time comes, as long as it's not lost.

But before going to sleep.

She was still worried and planned to get up and clean it again tomorrow to see if it had been left somewhere.

Because I care about painting.

She vaguely dreamed of the temple again. In the dream, there was a young monk in white clothes kneeling in front of the stream and chanting sutras. The water continued to flow downward, passing over his bare feet, and the murmuring voice in his mouth was almost inaudible.

Bai Li didn't recognize this person, and naturally his face didn't appear in her dream.

There is just a vague outline of the facial features.

Suddenly, rain fell from the sky and mountain wind came.

The picture was blocked by the patter of rain, and the dream changed instantly.

It's still a temple, with traces of burning incense all around, but it looks like a backyard.

The fog spreads a thin layer of filters.

There are several green bamboo trees planted on the land, their half-hanging bodies swaying in the wind and rain.

He was still the same monk in white, standing beside the wooden path with scorching light and shadow, always lowering his head and maintaining a sense of cool solemnity. He occasionally coughed a few times, as if he was feeling the sorrow of pity for all living beings, which he could not swallow, cough out, or resolve.

A group of bodyguards stood outside the door.

There was a luxurious black car parked in the quaint temple.

A man got out of the black car, passed by the monk and knelt devoutly in front of the Buddha statue. He held a silver bracelet in his hand, and his wet sleeves had wet stains on the wooden floor.

In the dream, Bai Li looked at this scene with a cold look on her face. She wanted to speak out, but was speechless.

Fang Ye!

It’s Fang Ye again!

She was almost afraid of having such a dream, and she lay on the bed with a complicated frown on her face.

The picture was forced for her to watch.

She heard the man's cold voice trembling.

"White pear."

The monk opened his eyes when he heard this, walked to him, held the prayer beads, and murmured:

"Meditate, meditate again."

A cold wind blew at the soles of my feet.

The monk suddenly turned his head.

The screen went black.

……

When Bai Li woke up, her heart was beating loudly.

She held the quilt tightly with both hands, wondering what this dream meant.

She stood up and lowered her head, only to find that her quilts were all piled aside, barely covering her belly.

The temperature on the toes has long been absorbed by the dry cold of autumn, and it is extremely cold.

She shrank and buried her feet in the quilt for a moment. After the temperature rose, she pondered the dream carefully.

Fang Ye still looks very rich.

Still calling her name in the temple.

Moreover, his state does not look very normal, which conflicts with his usual calm and calm appearance.

Where is that temple? Is it a real place?
  If it is a prophetic dream.

There should be, right?

She widened her eyes, got up and slowly crawled out of bed, picked up a paintbrush and began to draw the small courtyard. She didn't eat a morsel of food, just drank water, and sat from day to afternoon, trying to describe every detail in her dream. come out.

Not even the incense inserted upside down was spared.

After making sure that nothing was missing, she took a photo of the painting and posted it to a well-known domestic Q&A website.

With an article.

[The place I dreamed about in my dream should be a temple. I always felt that it might exist in reality, so I drew it. Please help me look for it and see if I have seen it before. Thank you. 】

　If I get stuck here, will you kill me? hahahahahahahaha
  　　
  　
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