kingnovel Chapter 1135 Blackback Lao 6's Apprentice 18
Chapter 1135 Blackback Lao 6's Apprentice 18
The snow-capped mountains of Mount Namjagbarwa welcomed her child.
Bai Ma's soul follows Zhang Qilin.
She looked at the chubby little official, feeling a little happy and silent for a moment.
I am happy that my child is doing well, but I am silent because my child is really well-rounded.
Her face is rosy, shiny and elastic.
There was a very close person standing next to him.
Anyone who has been in love knows that this is called a partner.
Bai Ma: . . . .
So her eldest son got married.
The main reason is that Hei Xia Zi is obviously the one in charge.
Of the two chubby guys, he is the bigger one.
Black Bear: ...
He's just big-boned.
Never mind, it's good if you think so.
Anyway, the blind man always looks very impressive outside.
Zhang Qilin: . . . . .
He really didn't know this.
He just missed Bai Ma.
The gift of death made him lose his mother's memory and the blind man's memory.
These two are the most important people in my life.
When passing by a place, Zhang Qilin took away his portrait and asked the old lama for his notes.
Hei Xiazi smiled foolishly while holding these two things.
Dumb, you're done.
You fall in love.
Old Lama: . . . .
Bai Ma, don't worry, your son has found a man just like you.
They are very happy.
Bai Ma: . . . .
Thank you, she has a son-in-law and a daughter-in-law.
Never mind, it's not important. As long as I'm happy and healthy, that's all that matters.
In the following days, they were not so friendly to the old lama.
Two edible troublemakers came to the temple.
One is serious, the other is laughing. The common point is that they are round, actively admit their mistakes and never repent.
What does it mean to feel Baima’s life? Baima doesn’t live like that.
Stop making trouble.
My ancestor, you can still eat so much.
You guys have eaten all the tsampa.
In the kitchen, Zhang Qilin tried to help beat the butter with a serious face, and his movements were so standard that it seemed like copy and paste.
As a result, he failed to control the force well, and the wooden barrel broke with a "clang", and the precious ghee splashed all over the head and face of Hei Xiazi, who was humming a tune and trying to take a sip.
Hei Xia Zi was not angry. He wiped his face with a smile and rubbed the oil on the tip of Zhang Qilin's nose, which earned him a confused and somewhat innocent look from Zhang Qilin.
The old lama looked at the ghee and the cracked bucket on the ground, his heart bleeding.
His voice was steady. "Dear guest, please leave."
To be honest, if Xiao Zhang hadn't come with supplies, these two would have been driven out by the old lama.
Really, so angry.
The old lama almost cried to death.
The two people who were kicked out of the kitchen laughed happily and went to recite scriptures.
The two men sat cross-legged in the scripture hall with a pious attitude.
Zhang Qilin has an amazing memory. He can recite obscure scriptures after listening to them a few times. His voice is clear, low and sacred.
The black bear is a completely different story.
He recited along seriously, but his eyes were wandering. Sometimes he glanced at Zhang Qilin who was serious beside him with a gentle look, and sometimes he swallowed his saliva at the tribute fruit in the corner.
As he was reciting, the tune changed to an unknown little song. After being glared at by the old lama, he immediately sat up straight and put on a serious expression. In less than three minutes, he returned to his old ways.
Zhang Qilin remained consistent, except that he would occasionally tilt his head slightly, as if to confirm whether the blind man next to him was still there.
Seeing him happy makes him happy.
Old Lama: . . . .
Who cares whether he lives or dies?
We can’t keep this patriarch anymore.
But this is just the beginning.
The old lama’s nightmare had just begun.
Hei Xia Zi fully exerted his subjective initiative to be the master of his own house.
He felt that the stove in the temple was not warm enough, so he tried to improve it himself. As a result, thick smoke billowed and almost set the side hall on fire.
He felt that the cushion Zhang Qilin used to sit and chant was not soft enough, so he took out the brocade that the old lama treasured and used to wrap important scriptures and used it as the cushion, which made the old lama's beard stand on end in anger.
Zhang Qilin showed research interest in some ancient artifacts with special patterns in the temple.
His hands, which were capable of operating delicate mechanisms, would sometimes accidentally dismantle the old lama's treasured prayer wheel to study it, and then silently put it back together. Although all the parts were there, one always felt that something was not right.
Every time something goes wrong, Hei Xia Zi is always the first to jump out and take most of the responsibility, although Zhang Qilin is usually the one who takes direct action.
He smiled brightly and said sincerely, "Oh, old lama, I'm so sorry!
It's all the blind man's fault! His hand slipped and he wasn't paying attention.
Calm down, and be more careful next time!"
Zhang Qilin would also be there, lowering his head slightly, looking at the old lama with his clear eyes that didn't show any emotion. Although he didn't say anything, this made people feel even more soft-hearted.
The old lama looked at the two equally round and innocent faces, and he was so angry that he couldn't vent it.
But when it came time for dinner, the politeness that the two had shown when admitting their mistakes had vanished into thin air.
Hei Xiazi is definitely the main force. He uses chopsticks very quickly, picking out the good and meaty ones and putting them into his own bowl and Zhang Qilin's bowl.
While picking up the food, he said confidently: "Old lama, the dumb one needs to grow! Eat more!"
Although Zhang Qilin's actual age may be older than the old lama.
Zhang Qilin silently took the food from the black bear and ate it in small but extremely steady bites, not slowing down at all.
The way he was concentrating on eating made the old lama unable to say anything harsh.
Bai Ma, look at your little official, he is very lively.
"Bai Ma was alone back then, pure and unselfish, unlike you guys... like this..."
He pointed at the plump young man with bulging cheeks, a rosy and shiny face, and an innocent yet cunning look in his eyes, and was so angry that he couldn't speak.
Hei Xiazi swallowed the food in his mouth and smiled.
"Old Lama, times have changed!
Aunt Bai Ma would definitely be happier if she knew that Xiaoguan is now well fed, well slept, and cared for by someone!
You're right, aren't you, dumb?"
He nudged Zhang Qilin beside him with his elbow.
Zhang Qilin raised his head, and the corners of his mouth seemed to twitch upwards very slightly, almost invisible, but the satisfaction and stability in his eyes were clearly visible.
He nodded, then continued to lower his head and carefully finish the food in the bowl.
Bai Ma's soul floated quietly by the side, watching the lively appearance of the young official.
Looking at his child who was once pale and thin and burdened with a heavy fate, he is now well-fed and plump, healthy, and even naughty.
Looking at the blind man beside him, who always likes to make the old lama angry and likes to talk nonsense, but his heart and eyes are full of him and he protects him tightly.
In Baima's eyes, this is the best partner.
Her little entanglement about son-in-law and son-in-law is not worth mentioning at all compared to her son's real happiness.
Her transparent fingertips gently brushed across Zhang Qilin's soft hair, then across Hei Xiazi's cheeks that were swollen from being stuffed with food, and finally landed on the old lama's shoulders that were trembling with anger, as if silently comforting and thanking him.
'Minor official.'
Bai Ma's soul was smiling silently, his gaze gently cast upon the two figures who were busy eating and the old lama's helpless and indulgent face.
"Mom saw it. This is good, really good. You can live your life now, safe and healthy... That's enough."
Mount Namjagbarwa outside the window is still holy and majestic, and the snow line shines with eternal light in the sun, quietly guarding the noisy and precious warmth in the temple.
What a pity, Zhang Xiaoshu brought Jiang Xiaoyu with him.
The old lama will have to work hard again.
Xiao Zhang and the others are also big eaters, and they don’t have enough to eat.
Fortunately, Xiaoyu hired people to transport a large amount of supplies in, which was just enough to replenish the supply.
Old Lama: . . . .
Otherwise he would just leave.