Although it is named "Han Temple", Yuanxing is actually a small temple.

Located in the middle, the largest area is of course the Buddhist temple, and it is also the place where he has daily morning classes.

Turning through the side door is the living area, surrounding the elegantly decorated small courtyard. There are monks' houses, dining halls, and guest rooms, which can be said to be small and complete with all the internal organs.

Although Qin's father and mother hadn't been here a few times, the structure here was simple and would never make mistakes.

In fact, with this little distance, Yuan Xing can almost stop his parents with just one step, but does he dare?

I could only be frowning and followed honestly.

As soon as he opened the door, Qin's mother's eyes lit up, and she couldn't help but walk towards the children's shaker placed in the center of the room excitedly.

The child in the shaker was sleeping soundly at this moment, his mouth was pursed together, and a big bubble on his nose trembled slightly with his breathing.

Qin's mother took a lighter pace and slowly approached. Seeing the child's little face, water seemed to be condensed in her eyes.

Qin's father was about to touch the child, but as soon as he reached out his hand, he was gently patted. He looked up and saw his wife glaring at him. He quickly woke up and withdrew his hand awkwardly. After a while, he turned against the seriousness of the past, grinned and smirked silently.

The old couple bent over and looked straight at the child on the shaking bed sleeping soundly. They loved each other and didn't feel anything, but the fate behind them felt tired for them.

"Mom..." He wanted to persuade him, but as soon as he said a word, he was hit by two eyebrows.

He thrust his mouth, and when he saw his parents turn their heads and continue staring at the child, he didn't make any sense of fun. He opened the wardrobe lightly, untied the robes he wore during morning class, stacked them neatly, and turned around and went out.

He plugged the electric kettle and pressed the insulation button again. He took out his cell phone and looked at the time. He probably wouldn't get up so quickly, so he carried a long broom and started cleaning.

First sweep it from the yard, then walk in the corridor and the front yard.

Perhaps he was really tired, the mother Qin in the monk's house finally straightened her waist, moved her gaze away from the child, and turned her head to look at the room where she was standing.

She had never come in Yuanxing's new residence, which was similar to the guess, and it was arranged very simply. If it weren't for the old lamp on the desk, it would be impossible to imagine that this would be a residence for modern people.

The beige floor-to-ceiling curtains brought a gap, and the sunlight condensed into a column of light shining on the desk. Under the desk lamp, half of the scriptures were spread out, and the black handwriting was neat and clean, and it was very beautiful. The laptop was packed in a bag, and quietly occupied the corner with a stack of scriptures, and placed neatly and orderly.

The old wardrobe pulled from the old house leaned against the wall. The mirror of the cabinet door had cracked and was stuck with transparent tape, barely intact.

The simple single wooden bed and quilt were neatly spread out, and a gray robe was clearly not sewn on the sleeves, and the needle and thread were still left on it.

She quietly circled the room, and for some reason she thought of something, her eyes gradually turned red.

Qin's father stepped forward, stroked his left hand on his wife's back, and comforted her softly: "Didn't you think about it for so many years?"

Qin's mother glanced at him, but did not answer, but turned her head and wiped the corners of her eyes with her hands.

Qin's father sighed, and at this moment, there was a movement in the shaker. Both the couple calmed down and hurriedly surrounded him.

The little man on the bed had already woken up, and was about to cry, but when he saw two big heads suddenly popping up in front of him, he blinked his big eyes and held back his tears. A little fat hand stretched out of the thin quilt, waved it a few times like hello from the air, then wrapped his fingers, his eyelashes flashed, and he stared at the two people outside the shaking bed, looking so stupid and cute.

"Ouch..." Qin's mother felt her heart melted, she picked up the child and said to her husband: "Look, it's exactly the same as Qin Kong's childhood."

"Yes, especially these eyes are really like it." Qin's father also approached and said happily.

But Qin's mother suddenly snorted unhappy: "It's true, how can you play with this for the child?" She said as she raised the child's other hand, and just now they ignored it because she was hidden in the quilt. Only then did they realize that the child was holding a string of beads tightly in his hand.

That is the hanging beads worn by monks.

Qin's father couldn't help but frown, and then the couple nodded together as if they were determined and walked out with their children in their arms.

No, this child must not stay in the temple.

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Although you need to devote your energy to taking care of a child, work and practice have not been delayed much. The small temple courtyard is maintained every day, making it very easy to clean it.

Yuanxing is trying his best, and he is not afraid of his parents' criticism. On the first day he comes back, he is ready and even makes a statement.

However, the scene of holding the child to the door has changed a little bit, and I am a little passive, but things have to be faced, right? And parents can always communicate.

He is having a headache about another thing, how to keep the child for two more days.

Yes, the demonic energy on the child has not dissipated. Jin Chan said that it will take two more days to go.

If it really doesn't work, I'll go with you? He secretly planned.

He swept the floor all the time, but in fact he was always paying attention to the movements in the backyard, waiting for the child's cry to come out before going back.

But before he could wait for the child to cry, his parents had already come out with their children in their arms.

Yuan Xing put down the broom and looked at the cute baby in his mother's arms in surprise.

He is really a shemale, cough! He is worthy of being a child born by a thousand-year-old monster. He can be so young that he can see people doing things.

Where did the heart-wrenching crying sounds of getting up every morning?

Isn’t it that if you don’t give me food, you won’t let go of it if you don’t change your diapers?

Why are you well-behaved and obedient now?

I can bully me, right?

He was complaining and doubting about life. Qin's mother over there had already stuffed a string of hanging beads into his arms and complained: "Can't afford to buy toys, right? Play with such things for such a young child?"

Yuan Xing was in a hurry to wear the hanging beads on his body, and sighed in his heart that the beads had the breath of his mother, so the child would like it, but there was no need to explain this.

At present, children are the most important thing. If you have anything, you have to eat enough.

Not long after, the child was replaced with new diapers and held the bottle in his hand.

Only then did Qin's father and mother hold their children and take their seats on the stone table in the yard.

Yuan Xing also wanted to sit, but was scolded by Qin's father: "Who asked you to sit? Stand!"

"Hey..." He hurriedly raised his chest and closed his abdomen, but he thought it was wrong, so he lowered his head, bent his waist a little, and his shoulders collapsed. He was waiting for scolding. Such an incredible thing happened, and then he held the airs of a monk to resist. Isn't it uncomfortable for himself? It's not to be humble in front of his parents.

Qin's father was almost angrily excited by his lazy look. He snorted before asking, "What's wrong with this child? Is it yours?"

Yuan Xing unexpectedly looked at the mother who was teasing the child. In the past, she made mistakes and was the mother who acted as a black-faced person. Unexpectedly, today it was the father who opened fire on him first.

He sighed and nodded: "Yes."

As expected, the Qin couple looked at each other. Although they were prepared for it, they really got the answer, and they still saw the joy in each other's eyes.

Immediately afterwards, Qin's father's expression suddenly turned serious, slapped the table with a "slap" and shouted loudly: "Why should you hide it from me and your mother for such a big thing?"

Here comes! Yuan Xing's eyelids trembled, he looked nervous and terrified, and explained: "I'm just now, I'm going to know that I'm going to settle down for a few days and then bring him a surprise to you." Well, whether it's a surprise or a shock, he really planned that way.

Of course, it may be a surprise for parents, but Yuan Xing himself was confused and frightened. From embryo development to now, it took less than a week to complete the whole life. If he had not experienced it personally, he would not believe that having a child would have such a speed.

The scene was quiet for a while, and Qin's father suspected that he looked at his son. Seeing his sincere expression, his anger dissipated a little, and continued, "Who is the mother of the child? You..." He originally wanted to ask his son if he had any plans to return to secular life, but thinking about the other party's personality, he forced himself to hold it back. After thinking about it, he asked again: "The child is here, there will be no trouble in the future, right?" It is best for his son to get married, not get married... Although the child is here now, if the woman regrets and fights for custody, the monk who became a monk obviously has no advantage. This is very realistic.

"His mother is no longer in this world." Yuan Xing glanced at the child who was drinking vigorously with a bottle and said softly. He knew that his parents must have many speculations about the child's "mother" who had never appeared, but he really couldn't explain it, and he could not lie to coax him, so he could only choose what he could say.

As soon as this said, the Qin couple sitting at the table were both stunned. Qin's mother hugged the child tightly and sighed to his face: "My poor grandson, I have no mother at such a young age..."

Qin's father also sighed.

Yuan Xing secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and finally passed this level.

But what he didn't expect was that the mother suddenly remembered something and turned around and asked, "By the way, what's my grandson's name?"

"Ah?" Yuan Xing was stunned.

No one knows his son than his mother. When Qin's mother saw the expression on his face, she understood. She handed the child to her husband beside her. She gritted her teeth and stood up, took two steps to the monk, and slapped the shining bald head with a slap.

"You are unreliable, are you a father like this? You're still 'ah'? I'll call you 'ah'..." After a few hard times, I was not satisfied, so I used my best move, grabbed Yuan Xing's ear, and twisted it clockwise.

"Oh, ah..." A long scream of pain came from the small temple...

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Qin's mother originally planned to take the child away directly. Since the father is not concerned and can even forget about naming the child, it is better to raise him by herself. Anyway, there is a young man in the family, and the two children may be more lively together.

This didn't work. Yuan Xing covered one ear and said that the child had evil spirits wrapped around him and needed time to clean up. If it really didn't work, he could also go with him.

The health of the grandson is related to the health of the grandson. Although the reasons are fantastic, there are too many strange things in the real world. How dare the Qin couple take it lightly?

Perhaps he felt that it would be safe to solve such a problem in the temple, so Qin's mother agreed after hesitating.

However, she was not at ease with her unreliable son and insisted on staying here for two days to take care of Xiaoshu.

Yes, our poor kid finally got a name: Qin Xiaoshu.

This is a good name that Yuan Xing thought of inspiration in his mind during the severe pain.

Although he was so disliked by his parents, he still used the name Xiaoshu, which seemed very childlike, under his insistence.

Only when fate is clear, only this name is the most compatible with this child of a strange origin.

My mother is a big tree, and he is a small tree. How fit it is?

It is actually really hard to blame for naming a child. After all, the child came too quickly and suddenly, and he was confused and did not react, but this explanation would not work for his parents.

Oh, the child looks over one year old, don’t even have a name? Even if you can’t afford it, the child’s mother always has to give her a nickname, right? You don’t know anything at this point, how did you become a father?

Therefore, if you don’t take the blame, you have to take it. This beating will not be wronged at all, really.

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After staying for only two days, Qin's mother was very dissatisfied with the conditions of the Xiaomiao. The professional nanny recommended that the purchase of children's items was very complete, but in her opinion, she still lacked a lot.

Given that Yuanxing needed to "cast spells to relieve evil", Qin's father became a coolie and was ordered to go through several trips, traveling to the suburbs of the city, and bought a lot of things up the mountain again.

After working hard all day, early the next morning, Qin's father drove over again, and brought Qin Shuo with a big black cat in his arms.
To be continued...