After rebirth, abstinent ex-husband can't move anymore

As soon as Xia Qingyuan saw it, she couldn't move her eyes away.

In her previous life, this bracelet was given to her by Bi Laosan as her apprenticeship ceremony.

The transparent green color, as well as the small semi-transparent white color, which was full of gelatin, made her unable to put it down. Every night, she would touch it several times before falling asleep.

The so-called beauty and jade are good for people's eyes, but this is nothing more than this.

Bi Laosan naturally saw the affection in Xia Qingyuan's eyes.

He felt proud and said: "How about this bracelet, do you like it?"

Xia Qingyuan nodded generously: "I like it."

Bi Laosan pretended not to care: "In this line of work, the happiest thing for me is to find someone who is destined for Yu.

Since you really like it, I’ll give it to you.”

Xia Qingyuan's eyebrows arched, she happily put on the bracelet, and bowed to Bi Laosan: "Thank you, Master!"

Bi Laosan was very happy when she paid her respects.

He turned around and asked, "Didn't you just agree to it, why did you call me Master again?"

Xia Qingyuan said: "Master gave me such a precious thing, so naturally he likes me very much.

It just so happens that I also like Master, you see, can you just accept me?"

Seeing Xia Qingyuan's delightful look, Bi Laosan couldn't help laughing.

He lifted her up with one hand and said, "You little girl is so arrogant."

He stroked his beard out of habit and said, "We are not in a hurry about this.

When you come back from your pilgrimage, if we meet again by chance, I will definitely recognize you as my disciple."

This time he has to cross the border with Myanmar. The journey is long and arduous, and he doesn't know if he can come back safely.

In this line of work, he has always believed in fate.

In this case, why rush?

Xia Qingyuan knew that he had already accepted her in his heart.

Then he smiled and said: "Then I will wait for Master."

*

Xia Qingyuan drank the medicine, packed her simple luggage, and said goodbye to Bi Laosan and others.

Bi Laosan told Xia Qingyuan some precautions on the pilgrimage, then raised his hand to signal her to leave quickly.

Bi Fuman watched from the side, kicking up the dust on the ground out of boredom, pursed his lips and said nothing.

Until he was caught peeking by Xia Qingyuan, a trace of embarrassment flashed across his face.

Xia Qingyuan smiled at him and didn't care much.

Thinking of his untimely death in his previous life, Xia Qingyuan couldn't help but stepped forward and said to him: "Be careful in everything, don't be brave, and run away as soon as you see something wrong."

She knew that Bi Laosan was going around buying jade, and there were many difficulties and obstacles along the way, and sometimes his personal safety was also threatened.

She didn't know much about Bi Fuman, but she guessed it had something to do with it.

Saying these words may not be of much use, but at least it will give him a warning.

Bi Fuman raised his eyelashes and glanced at her inexplicably: "Woman, are you cursing me?"

Xia Qingyuan: "..."

"What are you talking about!" Bi Laosan was behind him, raised his hand and gave him a blow.

Bi Fu felt so much pain that he covered his head and glared at Bi Laosan angrily: "Old man, it hurts!"

Bi Laosan put his hands on his hips: "It's okay if it hurts. It doesn't matter whether it's big or small."

Bi Fuman couldn't help but steal another glance at Xia Qingyuan: "Didn't you confiscate her as your apprentice?"

Xia Qingyuan couldn't help laughing when she saw them playing tricks.

I hope her little junior brother can be safe and sound.

She said: "Master, I'm leaving first, please be careful along the way."

After that, she said goodbye to the two of them and embarked on her journey.

According to what Bi Laosan reminded her, she first bought pads to protect her knees and elbows at the market, then added two pairs of soft-soled thick cloth shoes, and also carried a large water bottle and a bag that Bi Fuman reluctantly gave her.

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The weather in Lhasa in September is actually relatively good for the year, with a bit of a crisp autumn air.

However, the temperature difference between day and night is large, and ultraviolet rays are strong during the day, so you need to pay attention to sun protection and keep warm.

At this time, she naturally couldn't hold an umbrella or apply the so-called sunscreen.

Xia Qingyuan's pilgrimage route starts at the foot of the mountain.

There are many people like her who come here for pilgrimage.

Kowtow every three steps, bow once every five steps, bow to the ground, and move forward step by step towards the sacred palace.

At the beginning, Xia Qingyuan was still walking at the front of the team, but gradually she began to lose some strength.

Although she was born in a rural area, she has not done much heavy farm work since she was a child, and she also likes to get sick.

Firstly, because there were two brothers taking care of it, and secondly, because of Wang Ping's nagging, she did the work herself first.

She still had a look of disgust on her face: "You can't do this well, you're not as strong as I am.

You watch from the side, I'll do it."

The adults had not come back from doing farm work, so she moved a bench and stood on it tremblingly to cook. Wang Ping, who came back early, hugged her and cursed: "Little ancestor, this is what you can do."

?What if I accidentally fall into it?"

When she was older, she learned to cut vegetables and cook, but she would either get cuts on her hands or get blisters from the oil splashing on her hands.

Wang Ping also chased her out of the kitchen impatiently: "Come on, walk on. When you learn how to do it, can you still have these hands?"

Later, when Xia Jingchen got married, the night she tore up her notice, she hid behind the yard and cried.

If she hadn't seen that scene, no matter how cowardly she was, she would still fight for herself.

Therefore, she has always respected and loved Wang Ping, but she also resented her.

She blamed her for choosing Xia Jingchen between herself and Xia Jingchen.

In fact, like many ordinary mothers in the world, she loves herself in the most clumsy way.

I thought of Xia Jingchen again.

Compared to Xia Jingyue, who was half like her father, she had felt since she was a child that this second brother had separated her mother's love from her.

He would laugh at her for being coquettish when she was acting coquettishly in Wang Ping's arms, and then while she was chasing him, he would beat him and slip into Wang Ping's arms.

He never let her: "I am a child too, and I don't want to let this crybaby."

However, he would also carry her home when she cried: "It's useless, even a broken skin can make her cry."

He would stand up for her when she was bullied by her friends: "Don't look at whose sister it is, do you think your life is too long?"

He would also come back from school bruised and swollen. No matter how hard Xia Youming beat or scolded him, he would not say the reason: "I just don't like them, what's wrong!"

Later, I heard a classmate say: "Qingyuan, your second brother is so cool!

Some male classmates said some unpleasant things about you, but your second brother singled them out alone, that’s awesome."

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Xia Qingyuan looked up at the blue sky.

She used to think that the sky in Yunzhou was beautiful, but when she came to Tibet, she realized that it was closer to heaven.

She wiped the sweat that fell on her face, gritted her teeth and continued to move forward.

At this moment, she finally understood that pilgrimage is not only a pious belief, not only a pursuit of the meaning of life, it will also cleanse your soul and remind you of the beautiful things in this world in the process.

Her forehead hit the ground again, and the rough pebbles rubbed against her delicate skin, even abrading into her flesh.

Her limbs went from being sore and limp to gradually losing consciousness.

Every time she stood up, knelt down, or kowtowed, it was all supported by her willpower.

Douda's sweat fell to the ground again and quickly melted into the soil.

Like the seeds of faith, they burrow into the ground and take root.

Hope never dies, so does love.