Lu Chen thought of Yaoyao. If something happened to him, she would be sad. At this moment, the beautiful face of the girl just now appeared in his mind, as well as her crying despair, and her overjoyed surprise when eating.

For a moment, he was really sad, even moved, and there was a kind of sympathy from the heart. This girl, this beautiful girl, reminded him of his wife. Although he only saw her in his dreams while practicing, if he was really Zihao, then he would be really sad, in love but not together.

Things in the world are always so ruthless. Maybe at that moment, you will never know what will happen, and you will never know how this will happen in the future. You fell in love with your senior brother, and you are still in the Buddhist temple.

There is always a moment when I feel distressed, just like loving someone for a long time, but I can’t be together. You look at him every day, but I can’t own him. You finally find true love but I can’t own it. This is just the most painful thing in the world.

"I can promise you."

"But I have a condition."

"Little brother, I can promise you even if I say it."

"I have nothing important to do, I just hope you can borrow the Buddhist book that you have fallen into the devil during the healing practice."

"Thank you."

"As long as my junior sister can get better, this is not a problem."

"You, love her too. I mean your junior sister. Is it right?"

"That's right, but at this time, everything you give will gain something. Only with feelings, you will never know what will happen in the future? Just give blindly, and even that person never glances at you. But you just look at you from such a distance and you are very happy."

Lu Chen understood the pain of secret love because he was such a person before he was reborn. In the third year of junior high school, he liked a girl. Sometimes, you looked at her from afar and said nothing, which was very beautiful.

At that time, the sky was blue and the grass was green, and I always lived a very slow life.

He remembered that he had copied many poems for her at that time: "The grass is picking up its seeds, the wind is shaking its leaves, and it is very beautiful when we stand and don't speak."

It’s a pity that he copied so many verses but never sent a single one.

If you like someone, you can be as low as the dust.

"I'll take you to see your bedroom. Don't worry, I've made arrangements for your little brother."

"Thank you so much." Lu Chen was worried about Zhao Qingyuan at first, but now it seems that there is no need.

He followed the Bodhisattva Temple in the hall to a green garden with grass, and saw a solemn courtyard beside it with the words "Shuxiangyuan".

With the sunshine, Lu Chen saw a pot of bonsai next to it, adding a lot of solemnity and atmosphere, and it can even be said to have a green fragrance.

It was spring and there was still the fragrance of the soil in the breeze.

Lu Chen had a joy that he had never felt before, and that joy that penetrated people's hearts came to his face. He had never lived in such a big house, and even if he saw such a big house, it became a luxury.

He has been sleeping in the open for many years and has been living a wandering life. Today, he has home. However, it would be great if Yaoyao and the others could come. Lu Chen couldn't help feeling a little guilty, a feeling that penetrates people's hearts.

"Are you worried about Yaoyao again?"

"Yes, she and Qiuqiu are together, and they are still so young, of course I'm worried."

"It's okay, Chen Ruonan will take care of them, so don't worry."

"We'll go back to find them after this."

Lu Chen had been thinking about Yaoyao and the others just now, but he didn't expect that Zhao Qingyuan was next to him. Lu Chen thought that Zhao Qingyuan was taken away?

“When did you come?”

"When you started to think of them, why are you so careless? Today I am still me. If it were someone else, someone who wanted to hurt you, would you die in an instant?"

What Zhao Qingyuan said is not without reason. Everyone has something that is bound by the heart, such as love and family affection. You will never imagine when you will be defeated by the next injury. This is how people are. With desire and love and hate, they begin to worry about gains and losses, and start to care about what you have.

Especially for those who practice like Lu Chen, they must have no distractions when practicing and devote themselves to it. He did it last time in the Ghost Sect, but now, he feels that he has been defeated again and is incomplete.

"Let's go find that girl first, but I'm going to feel sorry for you, Brother Lu." Zhao Qingyuan's face showed a smirk.

"But, maybe you can find a mother for Yaoyao, haha..."

A black line began to appear on Lu Chen's face. Zhao Qingyuan was too inappropriate. What were he thinking about all day long?

While speaking, a monk came next to him, who was about seven or eight years old. He had an indescribable tenderness on his face. A pair of dimples hung on both cheeks, and a few small tiger teeth were exposed when he spoke, which was very cute.

Lu Chen and Zhao Qingyuan followed the guidance of the little monk and came to a "Qingxiang House". There are many buildings on the roof of the house, and there is a rockery next to it. You can smell the smell of a woman's boudoir when you look from afar.

"This is my senior sister. Her name is Ziyan. She is 20 years old this year. Women of this age should have gotten married, but the senior sister has been waiting for someone. We all know that Senior Brother Zihao is dead, but she just doesn't believe it. Everyone had to deceive her like this and say that Senior Brother Zihao is still in this world. However, thank you for your fault, you are so similar. I hope Senior Sister's illness can improve."

What kind of girl is this, with such a delicate heart and unmoving love?

"Then you go alone, I won't go,

.” Zhao Qingyuan said, then walked away with the little monk

What should I do to relieve her condition? Lu Chen had seen before rebirth on TV through memory therapy, which was to connect the patient's memory with his own memory, and then treat it through psychotherapy. However, there are still many more, and Lu Chen could remember this. After so long in this world of cultivation, he had been through life and death on the road, and his memories of modernity began to be erased little by little, disappearing little by little.

Lu Chen's pace was very slow and his steps were very light. He was afraid and worried, and disturbed the woman. He didn't want to or would not.
Chapter completed!