After the Rebirth, She Became Mr. Song’s Little Ancestor

Tang Li thought that Song Boyan would not go down the mountain. After all, he had seen how dull his life had been these past few days.

Either listen to the host's lectures, or find the host to play chess.

The only "recreational" activity, occasional mountain climbing nearby.

As the white bureau said, Song Boyan's life style is indeed close to the "old people", and he has the leisure of "picking chrysanthemums under the east fence" everywhere, but he also lacks some kind of high passion.

Therefore, seeing Song Boyan being persuaded by the "stalker" little novice, Tang Li still didn't believe it.

This disbelief made her feel a little uncomfortable all the way down the mountain.

There are several villages at the foot of Fengyang Mountain.

Just like other places where ethnic minorities live together, the people left behind are the elderly, children and women. This kind of bonfire party to celebrate the festival is usually held together by several villages.

When you reach the foot of the mountain, you can see a bonfire in the distance.

Because Song Boyan also came down the mountain, in addition to Ji Ming, there was also a middle-aged monk.

Along the way, the middle-aged monk introduced the ethnic minorities at the foot of Fengyang Mountain, who moved from the south. Song Boyan also raised a few questions, all of which were related to the local people's livelihood. Play, there is an illusion that the leader is out to inspect.

When they reached the entrance of the village, the little novice took Tang Li to take her home first.

Tang Li stopped and subconsciously looked at Song Boyan.

"Let's go." Song Boyan nodded, and his eyes fell on her with warm eyes, only to let her pay attention to safety. As for them, go to the place where the bonfire party was held first, and then the two sides will meet there.

The little novice's mother was a plump woman, and she learned that Tang Li was a guest of Guangyuan Temple, so she specially borrowed her pre-marriage clothes to lend her.

"Our girls dress like this on New Year's and festivals." The little novice became lively when he got home. He took a silver collar and compared it to Tang Li: "You dress up beautifully, and the sponsor Song will definitely like it when he sees it."

"..." Tang Li.

After taking the collar and putting it back on the table, she said, "Monk, don't lie."

"But I'm not a monk. I just shaved my head. The master said that I haven't received ordination, so I'm not a real monk. Like donor Song, I can get married and have babies."

Saying that, he leaned on the table and approached Tang Li: "Do you want to marry the donor Song and have a baby?"

Before Tang Li could speak, he said again: "Last year, when Donor Song came to the mountain without a girl, I can see that Donor Song is a little special to you. I sweep the floor in the yard in the morning, and every time he goes out, he asks me to lighten it. , don't wake you up."

"Maybe... it's just a casual exhortation."

Tang Li said this, but a different emotion appeared in his heart, the little novice muttered while playing with the silver bracelet in his hand: "Definitely not, I can feel it, it's a bit like what my father did to my mother, but it seems like Song It's strange that the donor doesn't intend to be with you."

Tang Li couldn't help clenching the silver comb in his hand.

The little novice raised his head: "So, I asked you to dress up nicely. My father said that men like pretty women. If you are pretty, Donor Song may change his mind."

The venue for the bonfire party.

Song Boyan didn't let the middle-aged monk reveal his identity, he just treated it as an ordinary pilgrim who came down the mountain to join in the fun, stood at the outermost edge, lit a cigarette, and watched the young man and the child play wildly, without disturbing the jubilant but peaceful scene.