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Text Chapter 2 Taking in the Little Taoist Nun

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    Update time: 2012-05-28 After a brief conversation, Luo Ping learned that the little Taoist nun's name was Long Xin. Although she looked young, she was already eighteen years old this year. She came from Jiufeng Mountain, 500 kilometers away from Jiangcheng.  The second time was to give a letter to Mr. Chen as ordered by his teacher.  Luo Ping made her a cup of tea, went upstairs to take a cold bath, and put on clean clothes.  After going downstairs, she found that the broken glass on the ground had been cleaned up by her, and the pile of books and newspapers randomly placed on the coffee table had been neatly stacked, making it look much tidier.  Luo Ping's face was slightly red, and he had a better impression of this diligent little Taoist nun.  The little Taoist nun Long Xin was sitting in the living room. When she saw Luo Ping coming down, she quickly stood up.  Luo Ping added water to her tea cup, sat in front of her and looked at her quietly.  The sapphire blue robe on her body was slightly whitish in color. She must have worn it for a long time. The moon-white close-fitting clothes underneath were exposed from the neckline. Although they were made of coarse cloth, they were washed very clean and complemented the fair skin of her neck.  Luo Ping had never seen a real Taoist priest or nun in life, and all his impressions of them were only from a few novels. He only knew that most of them were immortal and not ordinary people; he did not expect to see such a person for the first time.  The person turned out to be a little Taoist nun, and a very beautiful little Taoist nun.  In Jiangcheng, beautiful girls of her age are in prime time to be loved and cherished. ? A comfortable and close-fitting sleeveless blouse, paired with a pair of extremely short hot pants, and a pair of trendy sandals casually worn on the feet, it is cool and hot, and the changes are endless.  With one hand, he is starved to death with a crazy love, and with the other hand, he is tall, handsome and rich. He spends his time in high or low trendy stores, hangs out in nightclubs that are open or dark, and squanders his hot youth to his heart's content.  But Long Xin has to wear a coarse preaching robe, face the long scroll of green lanterns, rise at sunrise and sleep at sunset, year after year, which is unimaginable.  However, maybe it¡¯s because the climate in the mountains is so nourishing. Long Xin¡¯s skin is tender and smooth, and her fair face has a natural rosiness. Although there is no modification, it shows extra beauty.  "Luo, Donor Luo." It was the first time for the little Taoist nun Long Xin to deal with secular people. The master had never taught her. She really didn't know how to address Luo Ping. Her face turned red and hesitantly said: "Can I  Wait here for Mr. Chen Qingyu. Because my master has told me that I must hand the letter to Mr. Chen before I can go back." After finishing speaking, Long Xin looked at Luo Ping nervously and tangled his hands together.  , looking extremely uneasy.  Luo Ping was silent after listening.  The origin of the little Taoist nun is unknown. Although she claims to have a letter to give to Mr. Chen, she refuses to take it out. Mr. Chen has been fond of collecting for many years and has countless valuables in his home. If one or two pieces are lost, it will be difficult for him to explain.  Moreover, I was only helping Mr. Chen look after the house. If Mr. Chen knew that he had let others live in, he would probably be unhappy After thinking for a while, Luo Ping was about to refuse, but unexpectedly saw the cloth shoes on her feet.  .  This is a pair of cotton shoes that could only be seen in rural areas in the past. It is a small pair of shoes with patches upon patches and cloth pieces of various colors. Although it is a bit messy, the stitching is densely packed and extremely detailed.  At this moment, there was a hole in the front of the toe of her left foot, revealing a length of white cloth stockings, which must have not been mended yet.  Long Xin followed his line of sight and looked towards her feet, and then she discovered the holes in her shoes. She quickly retracted her left foot and blocked it in front with her right foot. Her face, which was rosy just now, was as red as red.  Ran, even the roots of his ears were red, his head was hung very low, and his two small hands were rubbing the hem of the Taoist robe vigorously.  It is only over 500 kilometers from Jiufeng Mountain to Jiangcheng University. If you take the highway, the drive only takes seven hours. However, the shoes on Long Xin's feet are in tatters, obviously due to the long journey.  Luo Ping was extremely shocked, "Have you walked all the way from Jiufeng Mountain to here?" The little Taoist nun Long Xin didn't dare to raise her head to look at Luo Ping and said softly, "Hmm."  In the past, when I was with Master in the mountains, everyone sewed clothes like this and didn't think anything of it.  For some reason, she suddenly felt embarrassed to let Luo Ping see the holes in her shoes.  Luo Ping looked at her carefully again, and sure enough he saw several patches on the hem of her robe, which must have been scratched by branches on the way down the mountain.  In this day and age, how many girls are willing to wear such clothes?  No matter how frugal he is, he can't be like her.  Luo Ping hesitated, tapping the armrest of the sofa with his fingers, thinking that if he rejected her, she would probably not return to Jiufeng Mountain. She didn't look like a rich person, so she would live on the street.  A picture emerged in my mind involuntarily - a little Taoist nun in ragged clothes, but beautiful features, being raped by a group of strangely dressed people.The gangsters surrounded the hidden alley, and as the sound of shredded clothes rang out, the little Taoist nun's plaintive cry for help was drowned in waves of ferocious laughter She paused with her fingers.  "You can live here." Long Xin raised his head happily and lost his voice: "Really?" Luo Ping looked at the little Taoist nun with a blushing face with a smile, "Speaking of which, I can also be regarded as Mr. Chen's student. He is now  If you're not here, I'll be responsible for entertaining you." "Actually, Luo Ping is just a sophomore at Jiangcheng University. Mr. Chen and he are both teachers and friends. After he went abroad this time, Luo Ping was here to help look after the house.  In addition to the living room, this two-story building has a bedroom downstairs, which is Mr. Chen's living room. There are three rooms on the second floor, one is Luo Ping's bedroom, one is Mr. Chen's daughter's room, and one is Mr. Chen's.  Collection room and study room.  Luo Ping led Long Xin to introduce them one by one. When he came to the door of the collection room, Luo Ping said solemnly: "This room contains some antiques that Mr. Chen has collected for many years. Don't go in unless there are special circumstances." The little Taoist nun's face changed.  Hong said timidly, "Then, what should I do with that painting?" Through Luo Ping's introduction, she already knew that the painting was Mr. Chen's favorite painting, and thought that she had caused such a big disaster as soon as she came.  , Long Xin was very sad, feeling that he was so stupid.  "It doesn't matter, I have a solution, just leave it alone." Luo Ping's hearty smile and clear voice made her feel a little better.  The heavy rain comes and goes in a hurry, and the moist air blows in from the window, making people feel refreshed. A touch of orange-red sunset on the horizon in the distance blooms its final glory in the quietly coming night.  After dinner, the little Taoist nun Long Xin finished washing under Luo Ping's guidance and went to rest in Chen's daughter's room.  Luo Ping looked at the "Spring Rain Picture" on the coffee table, feeling hesitant.  After Mr. Chen went abroad, they mainly communicated through emails. He must tell Mr. Chen about the visit of the little Taoist nun. As for "Spring Rain Picture", he still has not made up his mind.  He wanted to find someone to restore the painting.  Rongbaozhai in the capital is the most famous for repairing such paintings. However, in Jiangcheng, Luo Ping only knew that Mr. Chen was also good at repairing famous paintings, but he definitely didn't want Mr. Chen to know about it, so who to find to restore this painting was a  question.  Another problem is money.  Luo Ping grew up in an orphanage. After he was admitted to university, the school exempted him from tuition fees. Because of his excellent grades, he won a first-class scholarship every year. He also had some tutoring after school, and would also go to school during weekend breaks.  The library is a work-study program, so Luo Ping usually doesn't worry about lack of money.  But this morning, he just returned to the orphanage to visit his younger brothers and sisters and bought a lot of things for the little ones. Now he only has about three hundred yuan left in his pocket.  According to his original plan, the money was enough to support his life for a month. He could also work part-time during the summer vacation, so life would not be a problem.  Now things have changed. Restoring "Spring Rain" requires money. Little Taoist nun Long Xin cannot eat instant noodles with him every day, and the living expenses will definitely rise.  Luo Ping groaned and fell heavily on the sofa.  Money, you are such a bastard!
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