These are a pair of angry eyes. Although they are very beautiful and look like the ones in the painting, they are filled with anger and make people shy away. But they have to admit that even though these eyes are angry, they are still breathtakingly beautiful.
But there is a premise: you cannot look above the eyes, otherwise you will lose this beauty. A beautiful woman with a bald head does not seem to be in line with the public's aesthetic standards no matter how you look at it.
Yan Fenghuo narrowed his eyes. The little nun in front of him was indeed beautiful and had the most classic and traditional oval face, but she was not Tangtang, but a stranger.
"You're not." Yan Fenghuo shook his head in great disappointment.
"Yes! Yes!" the mature saleswoman kept saying: "This is a flower among nuns, and many people come here because of it. Brother, although nuns don't have long hair, they can return to secular life. I am a girl
You have a very stubborn temper. When you got angry and became a nun because of relationship problems, you worried me to death. I thought you were a good person, so I brought you to see my sister..."
The mature salesman talked nonchalantly, holding the beautiful nun's hand very affectionately, and kept selling to Yan Fenghuo.
"I have become a monk!" The beautiful nun was helpless to the mature salesman's nagging, and said to her: "You are my lay sister, but don't disturb my practice. All the secular world has nothing to do with me.
I only wish that the Ancient Qingdeng Buddha can serve under the Buddha’s throne for the rest of my life!”
"Sister, you can't be so selfish!" The mature saleswoman burst into tears and shouted at her: "You left home and left home, but do you know what your mother wants you to be? Anyway, you have to
You have to return to secular life, even if you want to continue to be a Qingdeng Ancient Buddha, you can do it, but send your mother away first!"
"What's wrong with her?" the beautiful nun asked.
"I'm dying!" The mature saleswoman wiped away her tears.
The beautiful nun lowered her head, clasped her hands together and closed her eyes slightly: "Amitabha."
Afterwards, the beautiful nun continued to kneel on the mat and began to knock the wooden fish, ignoring the mature saleswoman.
"This kid! Alas..." The mature saleswoman looked helpless, but still said to Yan Fenghuo with full confidence: "Brother, it's okay. The road to finding a wife is long, isn't it? Finding a good wife is even more important.
It only takes a stable footprint. You and my sister are destined to be together sooner or later. Although my sister has become a monk now, her ordinary heart has not died. When her hair reaches her waist..."
Yan Fenghuo couldn't stand listening anymore, and he clarified the relationship between the two: the mature salesman was the nun's biological sister, and she had been working hard to get the nun to return to secular life, and used many methods.
"Sister, do you think you're in trouble? I tried to persuade you at first, but you didn't listen. That boy is not only poor, but also has bad conduct. Who can do anything wrong? Look at Donor Yan, he needs to be tall and good-looking.
He has good looks and is a successful man. Although the scar on his face looks a bit like a dog, it proves that he is a man with a story. Men with stories are precious. Now that Donor Yan wants to pursue you, he will definitely treat you as a
Holding it in the palm of your hand like a treasure..."
"Stop talking!" The beautiful nun knocked the wooden fish hard and scolded: "I am no longer..."
"Isn't it a yellow flower girl?" The mature saleswoman was surprised, and then she consoled her with sincerity: "Why is a yellow flower girl not a yellow flower girl? In today's society..."
"I don't care if you are a young lady or not," Yan Fenghuo stared at the nun's shoulder and said, "I just want to know..."
Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by a mature salesman, abruptly and forcefully.
"Look, Donor Yan doesn't care. I just say that this is a man with a story and a man who knows how to love his wife. It doesn't matter whether he is a eldest daughter or not. What matters is that he is willing to treat you well."
"What I want to say is actually..."
"Brother, there is no need to say anything. I am a sister who has been stubborn since she was a child. Don't be intimidated by a monk. If you become a monk, you will definitely return to secular life, right? Wait patiently. As long as it is true love, sooner or later it will bloom in the most beautiful and beautiful way.
Flowers, as the saying goes, true love is invincible..."
Yan Fenghuo shut his mouth. He had been chased by others before, but this was the first time he encountered this kind of thing: a nun's sister tried her best to introduce a partner to her nun sister in this way.
Forcing your sister to return to secular life is really weird.
"Sister, please stop talking, please!" the beautiful nun begged.
"Okay, if I don't tell you, you will return to secular life." said the mature saleswoman.
The beautiful female nun shook her head vigorously, saying that it was impossible for her to return to secular life.
"Can I interrupt?" Yan Fenghuo, who really couldn't stand it, said, "First, I'm not here to date nuns. Second, I'm not here just to be a nun. Third, I'm married.
Man. I just want to know the whereabouts of one person, that is, the whereabouts of my wife. This little master, is there a person named Tangtang in your temple? She looks sweet, no worse than you. She is my wife. I was so angry back then.
Then I came here and became a nun."
Yan Fenghuo didn't want to be entangled anymore and was too lazy to do so. His main purpose was to find Tangtang, not to follow him and pester him endlessly.
"No." The beautiful nun shook her head.
"Thank you." Yan Fenghuo immediately turned around and walked out.
"Oh, big brother, don't go. It's absolutely fine for my sister to be your wife. This is just like a blind date. Once I persuade my sister to return to secular life, it will be fine. My sister can wash clothes, cook and give birth to children.
Okay, she still has a master's degree..."
Yan Fenghuo didn't know whether to laugh or cry, so he speeded up and moved away. After walking into the courtyard, he found that all the handsome little nuns were looking at him with their eyes open, as if they were seeing an endangered monster.
"Pah", Yan Fenghuo lit a cigarette, took a deep breath, threw away the cigarette butt, opened his throat and let out a roar loud enough for everyone in the courtyard to hear: "Tangtang, I, Yan Fenghuo, are here to find you.
! Give you thirty seconds to come out, otherwise I will... I will become a fucking monk! I will come to you after I become a monk, and then we will still be a family!"
The roar was like thunder, frightening many little nuns and making many little nuns very happy. Although these nuns are all real monks, becoming a monk does not mean that they have lost their normal character.
Without Tangtang's figure, Yan Fenghuo simply sat down on the ground and sang a sad song: Without you, the world cannot move forward... Come back soon, I can't bear it alone, come back soon!!!...
This is the time to make a big fuss in the nunnery. Yan Fenghuo doesn't care whether it is blasphemy or not. He only knows that his wife is a nun here and refuses to come out to see him. In this case, then let's make a fuss. It will always work.
Make a fuss about Tangtang.
"Amitabha." A long Buddha's name came.
This was a kind-hearted old nun walking towards Yan Fenghuo, accompanied by two young nuns. It was obvious that this was a nun of great status, and she was probably the head of this nunnery.
"Don't force it, don't force it, Amitabha."
"Master!!!" Yan Fenghuo jumped up, knelt down in front of the teacher with a bang, and cried at the top of his voice: "I have no choice but to do it, I really have no choice, wuwuwu... my son needs to be asked at home every day
Mom, I can do without a wife, but my son can’t do without a mother, woo woo woo... Master is merciful, and I, the Buddha, are merciful, but my son can’t do without a mother, and his life is just like a piece of grass, woo woo woo...”
Yan Fenghuo lay on the ground, crying and holding tightly on the teacher's calf, refusing to let go.
At this moment, he clearly saw a very familiar figure flashing past the aisle and disappearing into a house...