Chapter 720

Because the Chinese New Year is coming soon, these days, she has been having fun with her mother in her dreams.

So, as soon as she opened the door, she asked, "Master, is my mother here?"

After saying that, she suddenly saw the backpack in her master's hand.

That style is like it is used by children.

She blinked and asked, "Master, what are you doing? Is my mother not coming? Is this a gift she gave me?"

Master Songya showed a heartache look in his eyes. His calloused big hand touched the thirteen-year-old disciple and said in a gentle voice: "Your mother is busy, she asked your brother Bai to pick you up."

"Dabai?"

Qianmiao showed a curious look: "But didn't Dabai tell me that he only came to see me in March of 2019?"

The master said, "Yes, your brother Bai can't get away, so he sent the closest person to pick you up. You should leave with him today, ah?"

"Go? Where to go? Do you have winter vacation?"

The master paused and said, "I'm going to play for a while. After a while, your mother will send someone to pick you up."

Qianmiao thought for a while and said, "Is there anyone else going to kill me?"

Master Songya is silent.

"I knew that they had been here once last time. If it weren't for the junior brother, I would have died."

She still remembered that last time she was attacked by someone at night, she couldn't see her eyes, so she ran to the yard of the 19th junior brother and stayed there for one night.

The next day, I woke up and slept on someone else.

The master lowered his head and said to her slowly: "Listen to Master, and to your mother. This temple is too dangerous. I'll take you back when your mother lifts the danger. "

Qianmiao took the backpack and had a lot of thoughts in his mind, but he was well-behaved: "I understand, Master."

Master Songya showed a gratified look.

After using breakfast, she brought a pot of hot soup and ran to the yard that she hadn't been to for a long time.

It was snowing, and the red painted door in front of me was buried half by the snow, and it was closed tightly.

As soon as she put the kettle in her hand, she ran up and knocked on the door.

It knocked, but there was no sound.

She was unwilling to give up, so she climbed over the wall and jumped into the yard.

The small courtyard that was warm and quiet more than two months ago, now at a glance, there are only snow and branches.

Every door in the yard was closed tightly, obviously uninhabited.

"Junior brother!" she shouted.

"Uncle Yu?" she shouted again.

Something fell down, she spread her palms and saw a few snowflakes.

A gust of wind broke out in the yard, and no one answered her.

She just went to study for two months and couldn't get back, so her junior brother was gone.

She returned with the kettle and looked back at the courtyard again, feeling empty in her heart.

She originally wanted to say a few words.

At noon that day, a fat uncle suddenly came to the temple gate and said he wanted to pick her up.

At that time, she was sitting on the swing and echoing.

After a while, a senior brother came in and said to her: "Eleven, come out quickly, the person who picked you up is here."

As soon as the senior brother finished speaking, the snowflakes that fell on the back of her hand drifted away with the wind.

"So early? Didn't you say it's going to be afternoon?"

"I'm already here and I'm talking to my master. You can go quickly."

She jumped off the swing and walked out.

As soon as I entered the house, I saw a gentle uncle chatting with my master.

After seeing her, I quickly stood up.
Chapter completed!