Chapter 33

The candlelight flickered slightly, and the dim candlelight reflected on Shen Xuanqing's face. The resolute and cold face seemed to soften a bit. He lowered his head to peel the chestnuts. The keenness he acquired from hunting made him aware of something. When he looked up, he saw Lu Gu dazed eyes.

Caught off guard into those pair of star pupils, the candles reflected in Shen Xuanqing's eyes, bright and a little softer, Lu Gu suddenly became at a loss, and hurriedly looked away.

He lowered his head and was embarrassed, and wanted to cover up the rude behavior of staring at him just now, so he stuffed the chestnuts into his mouth. Raw chestnuts were not as sweet as ripe ones, they were not crunchy and sweet. He even picked up the chestnuts and peeled them himself, couldn't wait for others to peel it for him.

Shen Xuanqing was also stunned for a moment, he didn't understand love, but he was happy to live with Lu Gu, he didn't know what Lu Gu was thinking when he saw him, he wanted to ask, but seeing Lu Gu was so nervous, the words that wanted to come out of his mouth couldn't come out.

Then he lowered his head and smiled, and passed the chestnuts in his hand again, pretending not to notice anything, and said: "It's late at night, it's better to eat less raw things, and dry them in the sun for two days. If you want to eat them again, I'll pick them up again."

The emptiness around him made him a little uncomfortable, but he didn't notice anything because of his dullness, and when he fell asleep and stopped thinking about things, he fell asleep soundly.

The habit was there, but not to the point of being intolerable or even noticeable.

In the early morning of the next day, Monk Huitong left some medicinal materials and bid farewell to Shen Xuanqing and Lu Gu.

The kindly-eyed monk chanted the Buddha's name, bowed his head slightly and gave a small salute, raised his head again, turned and left.

The night was dark last night, Lu Gu didn't dare to look at people, until now he saw the face of Monk Huitong clearly, when he met those eyes, he suddenly knew what "compassion" was.

"The door of the firewood room is closed. Don't open it until I come back. This stupid tit broke two strands of the hemp rope with its beak." He bolted the door of the firewood room and told Lu Gu.

He chopped all the firewood by himself for less than half an hour, and piled it up neatly. Seeing that there was not much firewood left. Shen Xuanqing cast a net into the river the day before yesterday, and he might have fish later. In the evening, stew a fish soup with a small medicine stove.

Thin firewood was better for stewing things, and the fire wo