The group’s favorite little Fuwa in the rebirth era.

Chapter 117 Farewell
Originally, he had booked a ticket for the day after tomorrow, but Xie Zhifan couldn't bear to deal with those people, so he changed the ticket in advance and returned home.

Anyway, the game was over, and it was meaningless for him to stay there, so he might as well come back sooner.

When Xie Zhifan said this, his face was righteous and confident, and he didn't feel that there was anything wrong at all.

If you want him to say, what does it mean for him to participate in this and that all day long when he is only painting? It is better to paint two more paintings if he has this time.

Xie Fangming knew that he ran back without saying hello to anyone. It was better when he was younger, at least he would not sneak away. Now he has no worries and often sneaks back without saying hello.

He didn't know how many butts he had wiped him this year. Those people saw that he was gone, and they called everywhere to find someone.

This kid doesn't know what's wrong. The mobile phone is like a decoration. He often goes out without a mobile phone. He puts it in his pocket and can't hear it. It's hard to find him.

Every time he didn't see anyone, those people would call him.

There were even a few times when those people came to him and almost called the police, thinking that something had happened, which made him, who was not used to carrying a mobile phone, now had to carry his mobile phone with him to clean up the mess for his son.

"I heard you just finished your military training?" Xie Zhifan looked down at Su Qinghe, looking at her suspiciously.

Are you sure this is what you look like after military training?
Su Qinghe glanced at him angrily, "Why am I not born beautiful?"

"Of course, when will I say no more." Seeing that he was about to get angry, Xie Zhifan quickly apologized.

Unlike Su Qinghe's school, Xie Zhifan Middle School is the affiliated middle school of the Academy of Fine Arts.

They had military training in junior high school, unlike Su Qinghe, who only had it in high school.

When Xie Zhifan came back from military training, he was such a good boy that his father almost couldn't recognize him. When he went to school, he was still white and clean, but when he came back, he changed immediately.

It made Su Qinghe laugh at him for a long time, so Xie Zhifan didn't dare to go out during that time, especially when he came to Su's house, for fear of being laughed at by Su Qinghe.

He still didn't escape in high school, but luckily he was able to avoid it in college because he happened to participate in the competition during the time of his military training and didn't need military training.

Originally, he could go home directly after getting off the plane, but on the way, he suddenly remembered that she seemed to have just finished military training, so he asked the driver to change the route.

Su Qinghe looked at his eyes and knew that this person did not come to pick up the teacher sincerely, but came to see her jokes.

It's a pity that he will be disappointed in the end.

Su Qinghe made a grimace at him, "Slightly slightly, I'm disappointed."

Xie Zhifan was not willing to admit it, and said stubbornly: "I'm here to give you a gift."

"I don't believe it." Su Qinghe didn't believe that he was so kind, and he had never brought her a gift before going out.

Xie Zhifan was secretly relieved, fortunately he really bought her a gift.

"Look." As he spoke, he took out a box from his pocket.

Only then did Su Qinghe look at him with suspicion, "It's true?"

"I never lied to you." Xie Zhifan was proud, and finally got back the game.

Su Qinghe opened the box curiously while being skeptical, but she didn't expect it to be true.

Inside is a pair of fairy flower bouquet earrings, which Xie Zhifan thought would suit Su Qinghe at first sight.

"How about it, doesn't it look good?"

Su Qinghe nodded, the artist's taste is indeed good.

There was a time when Su Qinghe suddenly became obsessed with all kinds of earrings, and she changed them every day without repeating them, and even the students around her imitated them one after another.

"It's fairly discerning."

Behind him, Xie Fangming watched the two children bickering as they walked in front, and sighed how time passed so quickly.

Who would have thought that the silent child who didn't like to talk would grow into what he is now.

When he was seeing a psychiatrist, if Su Qinghe hadn't been with him, he wouldn't have recovered so quickly.

During that time, apart from a little reaction to him and Qing He, the child was in a state of indifference to others, and was immersed in the world of painting all day long.

Xie Fangming himself is a painter, and there are not many things at home, except for paints, which have the most tools for painting. He sometimes has to go to class, and this kid doesn't like places with many people.

Moreover, Xie Fangming himself was very famous in school, everyone knew that he was single, and a child of this age suddenly appeared, and the rumors could not be controlled at all.

Xie Fangming was also afraid that the child would hear something bad when he was not around, so he had to lock him up at home.

During that time, apart from eating and sleeping, the child's only activity was painting. He painted tirelessly, and several times he didn't go to sleep when he painted.

Fortunately, Su Qinghe took him to play with him, and finally let him slowly get in touch with the outside world. Children get along the fastest with children.

The Su family also knew about his situation, and the Su family specially allowed him to take the child to class together.

Don't look at him playing around with Su Qinghe now, but when he is outside, he becomes silent again and doesn't like to talk to others.

"I didn't?" Xie Fangming suddenly interrupted with a smile.

When Xie Zhifan was mentioned by his father, he finally remembered that he didn't bring anything back for his father.

In fact, Xie Fangming was surprised when he saw that his son would bring gifts. He knew his son so well that he didn't want to go anywhere except hotels and competition venues.

That's why he was surprised when he saw what Xue Su Qinghe was holding. Could it be that the sun came out from the west.

Su Qinghe was also puzzled, this was not like his style, he couldn't figure it out all of a sudden.

Being watched by the two, Xie Zhifan was a little annoyed, is he so unreliable?
Although he was also attracted by other things at first, this earring was seen when he came out later.

Su Qinghe originally wanted to ask the two of them if they wanted to stay for lunch, but seeing Xie Zhifan yawning non-stop, she might as well forget it.

She was afraid that he would fall down and fall asleep after eating halfway through. After all, it was not unheard of. She was fine, just don't scare grandma.

When sending the two of them out, they happened to meet Su Qingheng who had just returned from the racecourse.

Because of his sister's relationship, he was no stranger to Xie Zhifan, eyes met, Su Qingheng smiled lightly and nodded slightly to greet him.

Su Qinghe thought of Elizabeth when she saw her brother, and couldn't wait to ask him if he had seen Elizabeth.

Seeing that the two brothers and sisters had something to say, Xie Fangming told her not to send them off. Anyway, they all know this road, and there are servants leading the way ahead.

"It's true that I have a little temper." Su Qingheng recalled the scene where he was taken to see Elizabeth by the staff.

It may be because he smells like a sister, and the pony mistook him for his sister when it saw him.

But when he walked in, he found that it was not. He was so angry that he lost his temper and wanted to bite his sleeve.

After being coaxed by the staff there for a long time, I finally calmed down after feeding a lot of food.

Time passed quickly, and it was time for Su Qingheng to leave in a blink of an eye.

The time Su Qingheng left happened to be the plane on Friday night, and Su Qinghe followed her parents to send her brother on the plane.

Su Jianguo and his wife were too busy to see anyone during this time, and they only came back this time to accompany their daughter to send their son to the plane, and they will leave again tomorrow.

What I wanted to say was already finished at home, Su Qingheng patted her sister's head, "Take care of yourself."

"Be careful outside and study hard." Wang Xiujuan hugged her son and told her worriedly.

She didn't feel much when her son applied to a foreign school. Now that the transportation is convenient, if she misses him, she can go to see him directly by plane.

But when it really comes to this day, I still have a lot of melancholy, and I may not be able to see each other several times throughout the year.

"I know." Su Qingheng smiled lightly and told them not to worry.

Compared to the reluctance of the mother and daughter, Su Jianguo was much more open-minded. When the son grew up, he patted him on the shoulder, and the communication belonged exclusively to the father and son.

Su Qingheng didn't have a lot of luggage, just a small suitcase, and other things had already been taken care of in their foreign houses, so he didn't need to worry about it.

As early as they decided on the school, the family helped them find a good house and a nanny near the school.

There are few school dormitories in foreign countries, and not everyone can live in a dormitory. Most people still rent with others, and there are also rich people like the Su family who directly buy a house.

Hearing that his flight was about to be checked in at the airport, Su Qingheng looked at her younger sister's bright red eyes, feeling a little bit sad.

"I'm leaving." Su Qingheng finally touched her sister's head, turned around and waved goodbye to her family, and strode forward.

In the car going back, Su Jianguo was driving in front, and Su Qinghe sat in the back seat with her mother, snuggling in her mother's arms.

Wang Xiujuan hadn't seen her daughter for several days, so she put her arms around her to comfort her.

"Have you been working hard in class recently?"

Su Qinghe didn't have much energy, her eyes drooped listlessly, "It's okay."

"If you're tired, tell your family, and mom will help you ask for leave."

Su Qinghe almost laughed when she heard this, "Where is such an exaggeration."

"The body is the most important thing." Su Jianguo also interjected in front.

She was still a little depressed at first, but after hearing what her parents said, Su Qinghe felt much better, and slowly straightened up.

"I'm in good health." I'm not as fragile as they say, I'm easy to get sick.

Because they will leave tomorrow, the couple will live in the old house directly for the past two days, and the daughter will also live in the old house during this time.

It is likely that Su Qinghe spent most of her three years in high school in the old house, and the villa may occasionally live for a few days when her parents are at home.

The next morning, after seeing off her parents, Su Qinghe went to the temple with her grandma.

It was still the same path, no different from when she first came here, every step was cleaned very clean, and the trees on both sides were very familiar to Su Qinghe.

There were a lot of people on the road, and Su Qinghe guessed that it might be because the National Day was coming soon, and she didn't want to be crowded with other people, so she came early.

I don't know if it was Su Qinghe's illusion, but she always felt that the closer to the temple, the better the trees would grow, but the trees at the foot of the mountain were not as good as those at the top of the mountain.

Su Qinghe also asked Master Jueming this question, but every time he just laughed and said nothing, or said some empty words that others could not understand.

After walking for a long time, I finally reached the top of the mountain. Su Qinghe first accompanied her grandma to offer incense, and then went to find Master Jueming.

Many monks I met on the road were familiar faces, and they all smiled and said hello when they saw Su Qinghe.

From a distance, he saw Master Jueming's courtyard, and when he approached slowly, he saw a person sitting in the courtyard facing them, just like the scene when Su Qinghe saw him for the first time when he was a little kid.

It seems that every time I come with grandma, Master Jueming always sits in this position, as if he has known that they will come, and is here to wait for them.

"Master Jueming." Mother Su clasped her hands together and greeted him with a smile.

Su Qinghe also imitated her grandma's movements, clasping her hands together to say hello, but her tone was less solemn and more familiar, "Master, good morning."

Taking advantage of the time when grandma was talking to the master, Su Qinghe reached out to take the servant's basket, and walked straight to a room with an open door facing the courtyard.

The room was very simple, except for a low table and a few straw mats, not even a chair.

Su Qinghe was already familiar with it, knelt down on the straw mat, took out the things in the basket and put them on the table one by one, quietly copying the Buddhist scriptures.

She has often come here with her grandmother these years, and she is also very familiar with transcribing Buddhist scriptures. She copied them very seriously, and all the thoughts in her mind were also emptied.

In the yard, Mother Su couldn't help looking at her granddaughter while talking to the master.

The girl has a delicate side face, long black curly hair casually draped over her back, her eyes are slightly drooping, and she lowers her head to copy the Buddhist scriptures seriously. Even though she is so far away, she can feel her concentration.

Master Jueming couldn't help but also looked over, and sighed: "The little benefactor has grown up."

I still remember that when I first saw him, I was only so young, and I was curious about everything. When I copied the Buddhist scriptures for the first time, because I was not familiar with it, I couldn’t sit still at a young age. over.

Mother Su smiled and shook her head when she heard the master's words, "It's still a child's heart, her brother left yesterday and was still crying."

Hearing her crying, Master Jueming also laughed out loud.

When the copy was finished, Su Qinghe was not in a hurry to get up. Her legs were a little numb after sitting on her knees for so long, so she just slowed down for a while and waited for the ink on the paper to dry before getting up.

When she got up, Su Qinghe realized that her grandma was gone, and at some point a monk came outside and stood beside Master Jueming.

Hearing the movement, the two looked over one after another.

Seeing that Master Jueming did not know what to say to the monk, he saw the monk walking towards her.

Seeing the appearance of the monk clearly, Su Qinghe smiled, and said lightly, "See Kong."

Seeing Kong put his hands together, he smiled at her, took the Buddhist scriptures she had copied and left.

"The old lady has gone to the back mountain." The servant who was guarding at the side took the basket from Su Qinghe's hand and said softly.

Su Qinghe nodded lightly, and walked towards Master Jueming.

I saw that a black rope was added to Master Jueming's hand at some point, and a few sandalwood beads were added to the rope that only had a jade pendant.

Seeing the jade pendant, Su Qinghe instantly felt relieved. When he came last time, Master Jueming left her jade pendant and asked her to come and get it next time.

Su Qinghe is not used to the empty neck these days, and always feels that something is missing.

Putting on the jade pendant again, the jade pendant just put on was still cool, but Su Qinghe only felt relieved.

(End of this chapter)