Ten years ago, Xiao Xiuluo stepped on Brother Beggar's shoulders every ten days at the outer wall of the temple and called the stupid but persistent little monk on the other side of the wall. At this time, the little monk would stand quietly by the fake stone and listen to the strange words of the little donor. "Hey, when are you coming out, let's play together?" The master said, it's too flashy outside, I'd better just calm down and cultivate my character. "Ah, well then, let's go together after you finish cultivating yourself." "Well, okay." "Ten years later, at the entrance of the temple when the storm was about to come, the little Xiuluo had grown up. There was a faint sound of chanting in the temple, and she could remember that the young man sitting upright had his back to her. The peach in her hand was so hot that she almost forgot how many times she had been rejected. The rain came, and she didn't realize it. She didn't know that the person behind her who had been holding an umbrella for a long time was in the rain, and the umbrella was in his hand, but after all, he didn't support her.
Written with my friend Xiao Ming, happy reading.