Chapter 494: The Osmanthus Blossoms Fall When People Are Leisurely
Wang Fugui shook his head, without taking off his clothes, he directly opened the quilt and lay down in it.
But the thoughts in my mind couldn't stop.
She knew everything, she didn't cry or make a fuss, she just said farewell silently, without asking for any promises.
Why is she so sensible?
Forget it, she doesn't care, and I don't care either, it's fine, just go to sleep.
Wang Fugui covered his head with a quilt, resembling an ostrich.
Half an hour later.
"Ah!!! Damn!!!"
Wang Fugui lifted off the quilt, put on his clothes again, kicked open the door, and ran outside.
From the city gate tower, a figure galloped over on horseback holding a torch.
"Stop and identify yourself."
The soldiers at the city gate shouted loudly.
"Blinding your dog eyes, I am Wang Fugui, and my father is Wang Gang, the Minister of the Ministry of Household Affairs!"
While Wang Fugui was cursing, his horse speed did not slow down at all, and he jumped out of the city gate in a flash.
In the dark night, riding a horse galloping is a matter of seeking death. Perhaps God does not want to see anything happen to Wang Fugui. The moon is exceptionally bright tonight, and I can barely see the road clearly.
Wang Fugui rode his horse all the way to the bottom of the mountain. He casually left the horse aside, held a torch, and climbed up the mountain road.
"Don't leave, you can't leave. If you dare to leave like this, I will find you and teach you a lesson!"
The little Taoist nun's letter made it very clear.
This life is about to end, and I have no chance to meet you in this life.
Wang Fugui didn't know why he wanted to see her so crazily. Did he like her? Did he love her? Did he miss her? Or was he unwilling to give in?
He didn't even want to admit it.
"Hmph, I'm the only one who dumps women. What's going on if you dump me? I can't accept it. Don't wait until I see you..."
Wang Fugui used his hands and feet to climb on the dangerous mountain road.
The mountain blocked the moonlight, making it pitch black. Even though he had a torch, he stumbled several times.
Ignoring the dirt all over his body and hands, Wang Fugui staggered to the top of the mountain.
This is the first time in his life that he is so embarrassed.
It is unimaginable that Wang Fugui, who prides himself on living among thousands of flowers and not letting a leaf touch his body, would actually do this for a woman.
This also aroused the anger in his heart even more.
"Damn Taoist nun, let's see how I will teach you a lesson soon. I will tie you up, beat you hard, ravage and torture you..."
Wang Fugui, who refused to admit defeat, walked onto the bluestone path step by step, leaving muddy footprints on the bluestone.
A figure, walking unsteadily in the moonlight.
Finally, when he arrived at the small bamboo house, Wang Fugui kicked open the bamboo door. The bamboo door broke and smashed into the house.
Taking a step forward, he walked into the house, and by the light of the torch, he saw...
He saw nothing.
inside the house,
Empty.
After being stunned for a moment, Wang Fugui staggered back and bumped into the stubble of the bamboo door. The stinging pain made him wake up.
Throwing the torch in his hand to the door, Wang Fugui sat at the door, leaning against the door frame, looking up at the crescent moon hanging in the sky.
The sweet-scented osmanthus falls when people are idle, and the spring mountain sky is quiet at night.
The moonrise scares the mountain birds, and they sing in the spring stream.
The scenery is beautiful and the chirping of birds is pleasant, but it doesn't bring out the mood.
"You... left after all."
Wang Fugui didn't realize it, but tears fell from the corners of his eyes.
He never thought that he would shed tears for a woman he had only met once, but the unstoppable longing swept through everything in him like a tide and occupied all his thoughts.
"Where have you been? Come back, come back..."
Wang Fugui's deep sobs were particularly harsh in the silent night sky.
There was no one here, and things had changed a long time ago. No one could hear his crying voice, and he didn't have to worry about being embarrassed if it spread.
Cry-tat...Cry-tat...Cry-tat...
The sound of crisp footsteps came from the darkness not far away. Wang Fugui lowered his head and looked up, seeing a familiar graceful figure walking towards this side.
"What are you doing back here?"
The lazy voice reached Wang Fugui's ears, but it was so beautiful.
Wang Fugui quickly wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, leaving two muddy marks on his face. The little Taoist nun pursed his lips and smiled.
"I'll come back and have a look..."
"I mean, why did you call me back?"
"You...you heard everything?"
"I'm not deaf."
The little Taoist nun was carrying a big kettle in her hand, walked up to Wang Fugui, put the kettle on the ground, bent down slightly, with a playful smile on her lips, and looked down at Wang Fugui,
"That's a good cry. Let's cry again."
"Humph, who is crying? I just... it was very windy on the mountain and I lost my eyesight." "Oh, that's right."
The little Taoist nun glanced at the broken bamboo door, and the smile on her lips deepened.
"To compensate, one hundred coins."
Wang Fugui burst into laughter, stood up suddenly, hugged the little Taoist nun into his arms, and held her tightly.
The little Taoist nun's arms were still hanging down and she did not hug him.
"My clothes are stained. I have to pay twenty cents."
"Then... how much does it cost to marry you?"
He could clearly feel the little beauty in his arms trembling.
"Oh, did I say I wanted to marry you? How can a monk talk about marriage lightly?"
"Haha, if you don't marry me, won't you never get married in this life?"
"What? You've played with my body and you want to play with my feelings again?
Mr. Wang, you are so shameless."
"I...I didn't want to play with you, but you. What does the note you left me mean?"
Wang Fugui took out the crumpled piece of paper from his arms and raised it in front of the little Taoist nun, looking at it with displeasure and eagerness.
"snort,"
The little Taoist nun snorted coldly, walked into the house, took out a large wooden basin, poured water into it and said without raising her head,
"Do you really think I'm stupid? I can't see what's on your mind? Since you don't like me, why don't you just cut me off? What's the point of tugging at me?"
The little Taoist nun poured the water,
"Here, wash your hands and face, it's so dirty."
"Then since you know everything, why do you still..."
"I was deceived by you, and the ambiguity got the best of me. Who couldn't make a mistake when they were young?"
The little Taoist nun pressed Wang Fugui's hand into the basin and patiently helped him wash the dirt on his hands.
"Tie Niu,"
Wang Fugui looked at the little Taoist nun with affectionate eyes,
"What if I say that I really want to marry you?"
The little Taoist nun's hand stopped, and she stood up suddenly, with tears in her eyes and resentment on her lips.
"What about your fiancée? What about your family? Also, why should I marry you as my concubine? Why?
You are just an impulsive person, a hot thought, but you want to keep teasing me here? Just to satisfy your own preferences.