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Tong Xin finally crawled in, and came over immediately, "Brother, guess what I brought to see you?" He raised the thing in his hand, "It's straw paper."

Duan Junheng: "..."

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"Brother, don't worry, I still have a lot," Tong Xin said proudly, "It's all hidden in Liangliang's quilt."

"..." Duan Junheng suddenly felt a little sympathetic to Tong Liang, it was really embarrassing for him to cover the toilet paper for several days.

"Brother, don't you like the toilet paper I sent you?" Tong Xin and Lao Huang sold melons, "Now it's fashionable for the whole temple to give toilet paper."

Duan Junheng secretly said in his heart: "That's not because of you and Tong Yi."

Tong Xin didn't know what was in Duan Junheng's heart, so he pointed to Duan Junheng with his fingers, "The straw paper market is getting better soon. Three days ago, a piece of straw paper could be exchanged for one pickle at most; two days ago, one pickle could be exchanged for ten ten One scrap of straw." While speaking, he tore a thin strip of straw paper, "That's all."

"..." Duan Junheng groaned, what's wrong with this?And how to wipe the long strip?Is it rubbing back and forth with both ends?

"It was even more outrageous until yesterday. You need two pieces of shortbread, a bowl of rice, and help to carry water to exchange for a piece of toilet paper. Today, toilet paper is basically priceless and scarce!" Tong Xin said with a look on his face. emotion.

Duan Junheng: "..."

"However, I know that senior brother is definitely not such a vulgar person. How could he take a liking to these scraps of paper?" Tong Xin swooped down on Duan Junheng's body after speaking, "I decided to give myself to senior brother."

The unprepared Duan Junheng almost lost his temper when he was so laid down by him.

"Come down." Duan Junheng's voice was a little heavy.

"No." Tong Xin crawled from Duan Junheng's chest to a position where he could look at Duan Junheng's eyes, "My mother said, look at the other person's eyes when you talk, and let the other person look into your eyes. This will make the other party feel your sincerity."

Duan Junheng said: "...So you showed me cross-eyed?"

"...It's too close." Tong Xin rubbed his eyes.

Just as Duan Junheng wanted Tong Xin to come down quickly, he heard him yell, and then saw Tong Xin running out with his pants up for no reason.

Seeing Tong Xin leave suddenly, Duan Junheng was a little flustered. He wanted to hold Tong Xin but he couldn't move. He could only watch him go helplessly, helplessly.

"Did I say something wrong just now?" Duan Junheng's mind was empty.

Tong Xin ran back to Chang's hospital to search for it, and then went straight to the latrine with a clear goal.

Benyu, who was squatting in the latrine, saw Tong Xin standing at the door panting, looking at the straw paper in his hand with the expression that I finally got you, "You...you...you...you... take... take..."

Ben Yu looked at the straw paper in his hand, and said in a low voice: "Amitabha, uncle, you don't even let go of the ones you have used now!?"

Tong Xin: "..."

Two quarters of an hour later, Duan Junheng was relieved when he saw Tong Xin running back again.

Tong Xin carefully lit the oil lamp and took out the needle and thread. After some preparations for threading the needle, Tong Xin walked to Duan Junheng's kang, lifted Duan Junheng's quilt, and then carefully sewed the hole on the monk's robe for Duan Junheng.

Looking at Tong Xin who pierced a finger with a needle like this, Duan Junheng suddenly felt a burst of warmth in his heart.

As a result, in the silent Xilai hall, amid the voices of "Ouch, hiss" from time to time, the night became more and more dense.

After Tong Xin pricked all ten of his fingers, he finally mended all the broken places on Duan Junheng's body.

Although Duan Junheng said that he was very moved, but looking at the skirt, "Can I not have such complicated folds?"

Tong Xin held up ten fingers that were bandaged like Indian Asan's turban, sniffing tearfully in pain, "My mother said, this is called lace."

Duan Junheng really didn't want to hit Tong Xin and his mother, but he really couldn't help it, "...but why do I feel like a pig's large intestine."

Tong Xin: "..."

Duan Junheng said again: "Also, you sewed my front and back together, how do you want me to take it off? Do you push it up or pull it down?"

Tong Xin gestured to the size of the collar circle now, and then to the size of Duan Junheng's head. He seemed quite distressed, and then he gestured to the size of Duan Junheng's cuff, and told Duan Junheng in a heavy and sad manner, "Brother, Do you mind having to get out of your sleeves when you take off your clothes?"

"..."

Duan Junheng lifted the hem of the monk's robe, "There are still trousers, the tubes of the two trousers are sewn together, you let me skip around in the future?"

Tong Xin drew the wavy line with his hands, and said seriously: "Wriggling is also okay."

"..."

Duan Junheng suddenly sat up, stretched out his hand, turned Tong Xin over on his lap, and slapped him on the buttocks.

"Hee hee, senior brother, when did your acupoints reopen? But the beating didn't hurt at all." Tong Xin put his arm around Duan Junheng's neck with a playful smile, taking the opportunity to rub it, "Senior brother really loves me."

"Nonsense..." When Duan Junheng subconsciously tried to refute Tong Xin with all kinds of reasons, he suddenly remembered Tong Liang's words.

If you don't like it, just say no.

But do you really dislike Tong Xin?

It is easy to deceive yourself and others, but you cannot deceive your heart.

Duan Junheng put his head on Tong Xin's shoulder in discouragement, "Only when men and women are different can yin and yang be reconciled. If men and women stay together, they will be cast aside by the world and cannot be tolerated."

Tong Xin held Duan Junheng's face, "Brother, are you afraid?"

Duan Junheng was stunned, not knowing how to answer him.

Tong Xin rolled his eyes, "As the saying goes, the law does not blame the public, as long as there are more people doing it, it is only natural to shock the world."

"How is it possible?" Duan Junheng shook his head.

Tong Xin said to himself: "It depends on human effort."

Duan Junheng was speechless, and finally pressed Tong Xin to sleep, "Don't talk, sleep."

After tossing and tossing for a few days, Tong Xin was also tired. After messing with Duan Junheng, he slowly fell asleep.

Seeing Tong Xin's contented sleeping face, Duan Junheng sighed heavily.

Almost simultaneously there was a sigh from outside the window.

Duan Junheng flew out, but forgot the stitched trouser leg, so he tore it, and when Duan Junheng saw that it was Tong Yi, his trousers had turned into a skirt.

Tong Yiyi was sitting on a tree trunk in the courtyard, without any warning, he said: "Other people's homes are dominated by men and women, but not in ours. My mother..."

For a moment, Tong Yi didn't know how to describe his mother, "She is a very capable and powerful person. All the business in the family is run by her mother alone. My father doesn't understand my mother's business philosophy and management methods, so I can't help at all. Busy. Over time, my father developed a negative feeling of "I'm really useless" not being needed, and began to give up on himself. Maybe many people said that Xin Xin's stubbornness and unteachable will piss off his parents sooner or later, but who knows that Xin Xin It is using this method to cheer up dad, let dad regain his anger, let dad know that he still has sons who need his discipline, and let dad know that educating his sons to be successful is more important than anything else."

Duan Junheng listened silently.

"I'm telling you this to tell you that Xin Xin has always loved everyone around him in his own way. Although the way is very different and not accepted by most people, please don't deny his love."

That night, Duan Junheng thought a lot and for a long time, and only he knew the final result.

No matter how peaceful and quiet Shaolin Temple is at night, it can't hide the sneak attacks from time to time in the dark.

Compared with today's Jianghu, Shaolin Temple is nothing but a big witch.

In the arena, due to the conflicts between the various factions from time to time, everyone feels that there is a panic.

On this day, when Tong Xin was being grabbed by Duan Junheng and continued to twist twists and turns, a person was ushered in the temple—the Master Guanqing of the Miaozhen School.

The Miaozhen school is the continuation of the Zhuangzi school, advocating the nameless and formless, and has always existed as the hermit school, so the world only hears its name.But if you look back at its history, it is longer than Zhengyi Sect and Quanzhen Sect.

In Taoism, the Miaozhen School and the Wudang School created by Zhang Sanfeng are known as both civil and military stars.Wudang promotes the immortal style, and the Miaozhen hermit is clear.

There are many works of Miaozhen School, which have an influence on Zen Buddhism, Zhengyi School and Quanzhen Buddhism.Therefore, the Miaozhen sect has a low status in the Jianghu, but it is also respected by Shaolin, the ancestral court of Zen. Therefore, when receiving the invitation card from Guanqing Zhenren, the abbot went out to greet him in person, and Tong Xin, the leader of the four major classes, represented Master Juewu. also come.

Guanqing's real age is not confused, he is blunt and immortal, and his body is full of water and water like moistening things silently. Standing next to him feels very comfortable.

After some courteous greetings, Master Guanqing stopped beating around the bush and said bluntly, "I wonder if the poor can meet Master Enlightenment."

Hearing this, the abbot looked at Tong Xin hesitantly.

Tong Xin looked at the real person Guanqing and said, "My teacher has recently contracted an illness, so it's inconvenient to see guests."

Upon hearing this, Master Guanqing got up quickly and said, "So it's my uncle, Guanqing was rude. I don't know what kind of illness Master Enlightenment is suffering from?"

"Disfigured." Tong Xin said calmly.

Abbot and others: "..."

Guan Qing was stunned, "What disease can cause disfigurement?"

Tong Xin said firmly, "Beriberi."

Guanqing real person: "..."

Abbot and others: "...Amitabha."

It took a long time for Master Guanqing to find his smiling face, "How did this beriberi get on your face?"

Tong Xin said: "I mistakenly used socks as towels to wash my face once."

"..."

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Guanqing is dripping with sweat.

Seeing this, Master Kong couldn't help reprimanding Tong Xin, "Master...Master...brother...you...you...how...how...can...can...you lie? Junior brother...although...is... ...is a layman...disciple, but...in...enter me...me