Nanqin Chapter 8: Monk Heming

　　 Qin Ruo looked at Zhang Nanqin quietly, smiled, his eyes filled with strong affection. Since childhood, she has been following this unrelated brother behind her ass, doing all the bad things, and every time she is punished, she is willing to follow her brother. She knew that her elder brother took his grandfather as the great hero in her mind, but she took her elder brother as the great hero in her mind, a man who was aloof and godlike.

　　 knocked on the door, and the two followed their reputations. They saw an old man holding a brass cigarette pot in his hand, chatting at the door, and a monk standing behind him.

　　 This monk seems to be in his early twenties. The clothes on his body are not robes, but coarse cloth. There are so many patches on it, his face is handsome, but he is a little dirty, with a string on his wrist. Buddha Zhu, his name is Heming, is the neighbor of the two.

　　 Qin Ruoan immediately pushed the wheelchair over when he saw someone coming, but Zhang Nanqin was scornful, and seemed not interested in which old man.

　　 "Grandpa Li, are you here?"

　　 Qin Ruoan came to the old man and shouted kindly.

　　 For Qin Ruoan, the old man in front of her is a great favor to her. She was unaccompanied when she first arrived in Changping Mansion. She was a woman with limited mobility. She was discriminated against everywhere. She was surrounded by gangsters on the street. The old man chased the people behind with the brass eye pot in his hand, and then handed over the small courtyard to Qin Ruoan, and even the rent was waived. The only requirement is to have time to accompany the old man to pull the housework.

　　Of course he knew about these Zhang Nanqin. From the bottom of his heart, he could say that he was grateful to the old man, but his performance was a little abnormal at this time, and the old man saw Qin Ruoan, just like seeing a baby bump, he immediately smiled, but Seeing Zhang Nanqin behind him, he straightened his face, then took the cigarette pot in his hand and slapped over: "You bastard, did you follow me with a bag of shredded tobacco!"

　　Zhang Nanqin did not run away, but was able to resist. His expression was like a child who made a mistake, with a grinning expression: "Master Li, don't..." He grabbed the cigarette pot in the other's hand and smiled hippiely: "That's The two of us won a bet. How can you say that you were a person who had been on the battlefield before. You can say that you can’t just forget about it just because you had a drink?"

　　 Old man Li stopped his hand movement after hearing this, and looked at Zhang Nanqin suspiciously, and saw Zhang Nanqin holding him in a hand: "Which one of us are with whom? Isn't it? The kid has a delicious bite, when? Forget your old man?"

　　 Mr. Li does not deny this. He used to be a soldier, but was seriously injured on the battlefield, and was finally forced to retreat and return here to marry his biological son. However, he did not expect his wife to have a dystocia and die, leaving behind an only child. After that, he was sent to the barracks, which can be said to have continued his young dream.

　　 It is said that his son is a ten-man captain in the military camp. He has a military position. Whenever he comes back to visit relatives, he will bring some of the tobacco he usually saves to relieve his greed. He even smokes the tobacco as a kind of miss. It feels like being in the military camp, on the battlefield, and the son of Nian miss.

　　 Zhang Nanqin can be said to be unforgettable with tobacco. It was after he passed the death **** on the battlefield again and again, and accidentally learned that tobacco has some effects. With his promotion, it became popular in the military.

　　 So Zhang Nanqin finally met an old man with tobacco, how could he let it go? He tried every means to win some shredded tobacco back from the old man, and in return, as long as he earned some silver, he was not stingy at all. He played a pot of wine, two or two beef, and a pack of peanuts, and chatted with him.

　　 But for wine, he never touched it.

　　 Old man Li didn’t know where Zhang Nanqin was interrupting, he didn’t pierce through, just stared at Qin Ruoan, and then said to Qin Ruoan: "Girl, I mentioned the house near the north to you last time, old man, I’m going to sell it, so Master Heming originally lived there. You are the two of you here. I want him to move over and live in the side west room. What do you think?"

　　 The two brothers and sisters are not unfamiliar with Heming. On the contrary, Zhang Nanqin can be said to be very similar to him, but he is cheerful, but he can't laugh. He smiled that the original handsome appearance was instantly exposed because of the two front teeth falling out. Ugly.

　　 This monk is very interesting. He has lived a hard life since he was a child. He heard that the head teacher is a great kind person. So he became a monk and got some incense tribute at the temple. He would leave his share to his mother and sister. In the words of his master, he is a person with roots in Buddhism, but he prefers to have a rebellious heart. His Zen theory is often speechless. The most important thing is that he doesn't have much culture, and the words that he can understand are all after entering the temple, he must read the scriptures. It is taught by the master, not to mention the various teachings and theories in some books.

　　 Drinking and eating meat is a big taboo for those who teach, but he can just tell the shocking words left by the Buddha in the heart of the Buddha.

　　 so that after the master sat down, he was driven out of the temple by other brothers, so he began to live a life of penance. Now he is supporting himself at the wharf, and has long lost his character as a leader.

　　 In Heming’s words, worshipping Buddha is just for awe, a kind of belief, but in the face of survival, nothing counts, everything is at ease. As for others, they ignored him using the label of an alternative monk, doing their own way, and cultivating the Buddha.

　　 Heming in Jiugao, the sound is heard in the sky.

　　 This is Heming's spirit hidden in his heart. As long as he is alive, he will find a way to climb.

　　 Qin Ruoan looked at Old Man Li with a gentle smile: "Grandpa Li, you let Heming live here."

　　"Okay." After hearing this, the old man Li smiled and nodded, and then he was about to leave, but was pulled by Zhang Nanqin, took two packages of gifts brought by Wei Lanqing on the stone table and handed them to the old man, the old man looked at the gift Staring at him: "Looking at the girl's face, I accepted this gift."

　　Zhang Nanqin smiled and touched his nose after hearing this. When the old man stepped out of the hospital, a small packet of the size fell off his body. Heming stepped forward and shouted. Zhang Nanqin stepped forward to cover his mouth and picked it up from the ground. He picked up the thing wrapped in yellow paper and put it on his nose and smelled it, with a bright smile on his face.

　　 "Brother Qin, this belongs to the old man, are you suitable?" Heming looked at Zhang Nanqin's smiling face, a little unbearable. After all, a few of them live here, but the old man has never collected a rent. All he wants is for them to accompany and pull the family. They all knew in their hearts that this was the old man's kindness, and he would exchange it in another way so as not to embarrass them.

　　 "You monk knows what a fart!" Zhang Nanqin carefully put the thing in his arms, and ran to continue washing the vegetables, leaving Heming standing there not knowing what to do.

　　 Heming has experienced heavy winds and waves since he was a child. Even if he is a master, he is not a good person. For the old man, he is treated as an elder in his heart.

　　"Hezi, don’t be entangled. Although you don’t have much contact with my brother, you should understand that he is a human." Qin Ruoan looked at Heming’s anxiety and explained: "Grandpa Li treats us as relatives. In addition, it will appear to be born. The packet just now was shredded tobacco. Grandpa Li deliberately dropped it and gave it to my brother."

　　 Heming, after hearing this, touched his head with his hand, and smiled silly, the two missing front teeth instantly gave him that appearance: "Monk, my brain is not good, I can't turn a corner, little girl, you are like this. Say I will understand."

　　 "I understand, I'll quickly put down my things and help, and eat together at night." After listening, Zhang Nanqin shouted to Heming, and the latter ran over.

　　 At night, the moonlight hung in the air. In the courtyard, Zhang Nanqin and Monk Heming were left, but Qin Ruoan was sitting in a wheelchair at the entrance of the living room. The candlelight in the living room was transparent. She was holding a book to read. With relish, he occasionally looked at the two people drinking in the yard and smiled.

　　 Monk Heming drank the wine, took a sip from his small mouth, his face flushed, which was considered to be three rounds of drinking, while Zhang Nanqin pinched the peanuts' clothes and threw one into his mouth to look at the monk in front of him.

　　 "Brother Qin, monk, I know that you and the younger sister are not mortals..." Heming put the cup down.

　　 Zhang Nanqin jokingly said: "Is it still a fairy in the legend?"

　　 Monk Heming waved his hand after hearing this: "Is it the fairy in the legend of Wuxiu? I don't know if the monk ~ IndoMTL.com~ But from my eyes, it can't be wrong, it's not a layman."

　　 Zhang Nanqin was very interested after hearing this, but did not interrupt at this time, but listened to Monk Heming continuing to speak: "If you are not a man with a heart, how can you look at me as a monk?"

　　"How important is the person who teaches people in the hearts of the people? That is a kind of belief. To say that I am a fake monk, many people say that I am a fake monk. You look down on me..." Monk Heming said and drank again: "I don't care. Everyone has the cultivation of everyone's heart. I cultivate myself and respect the Buddha. How can ordinary people look down on me as a monk? "

　　"The old man is a good person. I respect him as an elder. I have some money. I will not hesitate to buy some food and drink to honor the old man. You are different from the younger sister. You are very different..."

　　 The words spoken by Monk Heming at this time are completely inversely proportional to his age, and the thoroughness of human nature is much higher than that of the same year.

　　 "The layman will not understand what I think in the mind of the monk. The so-called wine and meat have passed through the intestines, but the Buddha's heart..." Monk Heming held the cup and shook: "If the world learns from me, it is like entering the magical way." /

After 　　 said this sentence, Zhang Nanqin's pupils shrank. You must know that the people he teaches with him have taught a lot, and even some people who are called living Buddhas have talked about Zen, but these people may not make Zhang Nanqin move. After thinking of admiration, Zhang Nanqin was a little admired by the monk at this moment.

　　Because he disregarded the world’s alternative vision, walking along a path of Buddhism that belongs to him.

　　 Qin Ruoan is known as a person with wisdom like evildoers. At this time, he put down his books and looked deeply at the drunken monk Heming. Then the eyes of the two brothers and sisters touched silently, and there was something that belonged to each other. communicate with.