Chapter 270: For his sake
The heavy rain broke the peace of the mountain, and Qianmiao's heart was also unsettling.
After a while, he returned with two bottles of water in his hand.
He ignored the rain on his face, unscrewed the bottle cap first, and handed it to her.
Qianmiao was a little dazed, and slowly took the water bottle over, a little lost.
"Drink it."
After this sentence, Feng Xuan quickly found a spare dry towel to wipe off the rain.
In front of heavy rain, towels are useless. His clothes were soaked and pressed to the skin, and it was uncomfortable for others to look at.
Qian Miao felt the same way, as if the wet clothes were not only torturing Fengxian, but also torturing her at the same time.
The feeling of inadequacy in my heart is very uncomfortable.
Feng Xian simply wiped her face and hair, then put the towel aside, and ignored the wet clothes on her body.
He glanced at the motionless traffic in front of him, and then inadvertently looked over to Qian Mian. In this look, he saw the girl's intriguing look.
He smiled slightly and asked, "Why don't you drink or thirsty?"
Hearing his voice, Qianmiao's eyes slowly withdrew, his eyes a little hollow and a little dazed.
She didn't look at him, but said: "Take off your clothes."
Feng Xian's expression stopped, "Huh?"
He suspected that he had heard it wrong.
I saw that Qianmiao, who had recovered his calmness, took a sip of water. After that, without looking at him, he said: "Wearing wet clothes, don't you feel uncomfortable?"
Feng Xian's ink eyes suddenly appeared as bright as stars, and a happy smile appeared on his lips: "It's okay, I'll change it when I get to the temple."
She can think of him and endure a drenched clothes, it's nothing.
Qian Miao glanced at him, nothing.
A few minutes later, the road was open, and now it went straight to the entrance of the temple, without any more traffic jams.
The heavy rain just stopped, the clouds were cleared in the sky, the rain hanging on the leaves reflected the bright sunlight, and the air was stuffy with a warm breath, which made people a little uncomfortable. I just wanted to have a gust of wind and blow it well.
The news that Qianmiao was coming back had already spread to the temple, and the previous seniors and disciples came out to greet him.
They had endless words for Qian Mian, but for Feng Xian, they only dared to watch secretly. After greeted them, they didn't dare to ask more.
They were full of curiosity about the nineteenth junior brother, but they also knew that he was an extraordinary person, and he was not easy to ask questions.
"Sister, Master went down the mountain to make merit, and he will be back in the afternoon."
"Well, I know, first you go find a set of clean clothes and put on him."
She glanced at Fengxian.
It's nothing to seal the strings.
"But we only have monk robes..."
Everyone looked at Fengxian.
He lightly foreheads.
The group came to Master Songya's courtyard, Feng Xian entered the room and changed clothes.
As soon as he entered, Qian Mian pulled a few gossiping juniors and asked, "Senior Sister, is this the nineteenth senior in the biography?"
"Senior Sister, is he really difficult to get along with? I heard from the seniors, he lived here for a few months before, and he never ate with them or did his homework once."
"Me too. I also heard that the place where Senior Brother Nineteen lives is different from that of all of us, and the treatment is like the previous princes and nobles. But how can a person like him become a senior brother with us?"
"Senior Sister, you come with him, are you two familiar with each other?"
"Yeah, of course I'm familiar with him. The seniors are all there. Only senior sister could approach him back then!"
