"Fanxiu, are you in there?"

In the villa in the back mountain of Kashyapa Temple, Cai Xiaotu and Xiaoyuyu stood at the door and called out. Xiaoyuyuyuyu looked at the surrounding environment. Will she live here in the future? Apart from the noise of wooden fish and bells below, there is nothing wrong with it. It is also very close to Shit Orange, and the yard is so big, it is a bit old.

There are also flowers and plants in the yard, and there are fields outside. They are planted by monks themselves. They are quite comfortable and the air is fresh, 100%.

"Master's wife, Master is really not here, why don't you believe it? He hasn't come back!" Jia Lan bowed.

Cai Xiaotu never missed any opportunity. When she entered the house, she opened the main hall gate. She was good, she was worthy of being a monk. There was a stone statue of Sakyamuni in the middle of the lobby. It should be that people often came to clean it. The house was spotless and the furniture was neatly arranged, and the owner's taste was a bit old-fashioned.

Just like the thousand-year-old house, this is where Fan Xiu grew up. Looking at the wooden fish with a big mouth, he squatted down and gently stroked it. The wooden hammer was as thick as a child's arms. You can imagine a young monk with disheveled hair sitting cross-legged on the cushion and hitting the Buddha all day long, a handsome monk who was not smiling.

When you walk into the back hall, you will see more than ten rooms. There are also rockery and fake water in the backyard. A house that is not big but can live at home. It has a good name. Listening to the rain, you will hear the ding dong sound of the stream flowing down from the house. It is very pleasant. There are bushes around you, and the birds are singing and fragrant flowers.

After adjusting, she believed that this place would become a happy family, lacking some popularity, and was full of life everywhere. When someone was found, she would come back and design it.

Fanxiu, we are now in the home where you grew up, where are you? Can’t you hide and lick your wounds alone every time you encounter pain? Do you know that this will make people worry? If you don’t sit down and discuss something, please?

"Mom, Dad doesn't seem to be at home. Where can we find him?" Xiao Yuyu asked in her arms with a puppet doll.

Cai Xiaotu took the doll: "Where did it come from?"

"I took it from my dad's bedside. This must be given to me." The doll is a little baby, maybe she is her: "There is this, but it's fun. If you shake it, it will still ring inside."

"That was woven by the master with bamboo. Master's wife. These are indeed what Master did when he couldn't find you and came back." Jia Lan explained bitterly.

Cai Xiaotu turned her head and looked: "Has he found me?"

"Of course, after you fell off the Broken Soul Cliff, the master jumped down and searched under the cliff for a long time. Master's wife, Master, he really didn't mean it. I believe in his character, we all think you are dead." Every time I see Master sitting alone in the yard carving one puppet after another, I want to cry.

A woman immediately covered her mouth. Where is this fool? When she thought of the scene of the other party knitting toys, she felt heartbroken. It turned out that he liked Xiaoyu so much. She immediately grabbed her daughter and ran out. She would definitely find him, and she would definitely do it.

So many storms have come, and she doesn't believe that this relationship will break. As long as two people fall in love, they will definitely meet. Fanxiu, don't be afraid, don't be lonely, we will be with you soon, soon.

Seeing that his mother kept crying, Xiao Yuyu was also very depressed. She didn't know how long she had run away or how long she looked for it before she thought of something and took out a jade pendant: "Mom, I have a way."
Chapter completed!