"At that time, I joked about whether it was a monk in the temple." Su Kui finished with a smile, saw the man already looking back at her, sideways eyes, asked, "how?"

Mo Qianqiu shakes his head, his eyes are clear and dark, "I just didn't expect you to remember," and he remembers so clearly. Thinking about it, he has a smile on his lips.

"Don't you remember, sir?" Su Kui asked.

"Nature is --" don't laugh for thousands of years, eyelashes blowing lightly, eyes light falling on the surface of the water, spit out the back two words, "remember."

Su Kui leaned lazily on the handrail of the wooden corridor bridge, looked at him from the side of her eyes, and said leisurely, "Sir, it's kind of human. I really believe that you are a monk."

Hearing this, don't be dumb for thousands of years.

I don't know who has put half a bowl of fish food on the handrail. Mo Qianqiu takes it by hand, twists up a few rice bran, and slowly throws it down, causing the koi in the lake to gather together and jump up for food.

His tone was not salty, and his voice was clear. "I once thought of becoming a monk, but the abbot said that I still have fetters in the world and would not shave for me."

He once did not know what this fetter was. Now, after a careful consideration, he could not help but lament the vision of the abbot.

He does have fetters in this world.

"Fetters?"

Su Kui suddenly smiled. Her red lips were frivolous and she smiled with some interest.

"This fetter refers to people, or things, or a knot that can't be let go?" Slender green fingers slowly from the texture of the handrail across, along the texture of a circle of rotation, sunflower casually asked.

Mo Qianqiu did not hide it, and replied, "people."

A short word, everything in silence.

"Where is the man? Who is it? " Su Kui must break the casserole to ask the end, insisted that he say a why however.

A long sigh sounded.

Then on a pair of clear and moist eyes, the bottom of the eyes with helpless, "far in the sky, near in front of." He never liked to lie. If he didn't want to say something, he would shut up.

And this point of mind, Mo Qianqiu does not feel ashamed, naturally there is nothing to hide.

"Oh -" Su Kui suddenly realized, "so it is."

She raised her eyebrows with a smile on the tip of her eyes, which was just like all kinds of customs. "Say quickly, when someone put me in his heart, I don't know."

Such a straightforward girl.

Mo Qianqiu shook his head with a smile in his eyes. She is always different from those people. If ordinary women hear such words, they will not say that they will regard him as a Padawan, but will also be a little embarrassed.

But this person is obviously not that kind of person, a pair of eyes full of autumn water with a smile, black and white clear, like a clear spring, without any concealment.

Like is like, does not like, also can express directly.

He thought about it seriously, but he didn't know where to start. Two people contact not much, a few times contact, always can find her new differences, novel, arouse the desire of life to explore.

"On reflection, I don't know when to start." Mo Qianqiu is helpless. "I say that, you don't think it's perfunctory?"

Su Kui held her chin in one hand, heard this, shook her head, "no, probably from the last life, I have a good feeling about it."

A pair of rogue appearance, such she, finally showed a little daughter's charming.