Ming'an is not his real junior brother, he just borrowed the identity of "Mingjue" to bring this helpless little monk with him.
But from this moment on, Qin Tiexin recognized in his heart that he was his junior brother, and he was his senior brother, and no one could separate them.
The sound of rice paper being turned woke up Ming'an on the bed.
He sat up, rubbed his eyes, and looked over here vaguely.
I didn't see it clearly at first glance, so I rubbed it again and looked again.
See clearly.
It's senior brother!
Ming'an froze. His eyes widened and he stared at Qin Tiexin's face. As if he was afraid that he was still dreaming, he pinched his legs hard under the quilt with his little hands.
It hurts.
He suddenly opened the quilt, not even bothering to put on his shoes, jumped out of bed barefoot, and ran towards Qin Tiexin while crying.
I ran too fast, tripped over the footrest in front of the bed, and threw myself forward.
Qin Tiexin took a step forward to pick him up, but Ming'an had already bumped into him and hugged his legs tightly.
"Senior brother... wuwuwu... I thought, I thought you..."
I couldn't say anything else, it all turned into crying.
The two small hands grasped extremely tightly, as if they were trying to embed their fingers into Qin Tiexin's trouser legs. His face was buried in Qin Tiexin's legs, and tears poured out like money. In a few moments, a large piece of the fabric was soaked.
Qin Tiexin looked down at him, said nothing, and only patted his back gently with that hand.
Once, and again.
Ming'an cried for a while, let go of his hand, and took half a step back.
He raised his head and wiped his face carelessly with his sleeves, wiping his tears and snot on his sleeves. Then he looked at Qin Tiexin carefully from top to bottom. From the top of his head to the soles of his feet, he looked around behind him again to confirm that there were no injuries, no blood, and no missing arms or legs. Then he breathed a long sigh of relief.
"Senior brother, just come back safely... Just come back safely..."
After saying that, he rushed forward again and hugged Qin Tiexin's legs tightly, as if he was afraid that he would disappear in the next second.
Qin Tiexin squatted down, put his big hand on the back of Ming'an's head, and gently rubbed the round bald head.
"Senior brother is wrong. Senior brother should come back as soon as possible. Don't worry, senior brother is fine."
Ming'an cried for a while and then slowly calmed down.
He sniffed and wiped his eyes with his sleeve, turning his whole little face red and white.
Qin Tiexin pulled a chair and sat down, then patted the place next to him. Ming'an climbed up, sat cross-legged, and placed his hands on his knees in an orderly manner.
"Ming'an, senior brother wants to discuss something with you." Qin Tiexin looked at him, "Senior brother is going to move out of Lin Residence and live outside. Do you want to stay in Lin Residence, or..."
"Follow senior brother! Follow senior brother!" Ming'an shouted loudly before he could finish speaking, "Wherever senior brother goes, Ming'an will go!"
His eyes were still red, his nose was red, and his voice was full of tears, but his tone was firm and unmistakable like a five or six-year-old child.
"Ming'an Never leave senior brother again. The master is gone, and the uncle is gone. Ming'an has only one family member left, senior brother. Senior brother must never abandon Ming'an."
Qin Tiexin looked at him and nodded. "Don't worry. Senior brother will never abandon you. As long as you are not afraid to endure hardships with senior brother, you may not have such good osmanthus cakes as Lin Residence, nor such a soft quilt, nor such a good housekeeper."
Ming'an stared at him seriously and said word by word, "Brother, Ming'an is not afraid of hardship."
As if he was afraid that Qin Tiexin wouldn't believe it, he let go of his hand, turned and ran to the bed, and started to pack his things.
A small quilt, a small pillow, and a few changes of clothes were all stuffed into the baggage. The movements were quick and fast, and the little face turned red, as if he was going to follow Qin Tiexin out the next moment.
Halfway through cleaning up, he saw Qin Tiexin still holding the pile of rice paper in his hand, and his face turned red.
He stopped what he was doing and hesitated. "That... that was what I wrote for fun."
Qin Tiexin smiled, "Since it was written for fun, let's leave it to my senior brother as a souvenir."
Ming'an's face turned redder, and he ran over quickly, snatched the rice paper from Qin Tiexin's hand, and held it in his arms as if he was protecting some treasure.
"No, no, no! My handwriting is not good yet. I will write it to my senior brother after I finish it."
After saying that, he carefully folded the rice paper, stuffed it into the bottom layer of his little bundle, and weighed it down with his clothes before continuing to pack other things.
Qin Tiexin didn't insist anymore.
He sat on the chair and looked at Ming'an busy working all over the room. The little monk's movements were nimble. The quilt was not rolled neatly and the clothes were folded crookedly, but everything was stuffed carefully.
This child has made up his mind to follow him.
Qin Tiexin helped him put everything away and put it into an empty Storage Bag. Storage Bag is not big, and it is more than enough to hold Ming'an's belongings.
He hung the bag on Ming'an's waist and tied it tightly for him.
"Let's go and say goodbye to Madam Lin."
The two came to the main hall of Lin Residence. Marquis Lin, Madam Lin, Lin Chuan, Lin Wei, and the housekeeper were all there. Everyone knew the news that the two were leaving, and there was a look of reluctance on their faces.
Madam Lin's eyes were already red. She was sitting on a chair, holding a handkerchief in her hand and twisting her fingers.
Ming'an let go of Qin Tiexin's hand and walked to Madam Lin.
He took out a small wooden box from his arms and opened it. Inside was a small Buddha statue.
The Buddha statue was the most exquisite one he carved, with soft eyebrows and smooth clothing lines. The surface had been rubbed repeatedly, glowing with a warm light.
"Madam Lin, Ming'an and their senior brothers have been harassing Lin Residence for many days. Please take care of us. This Buddha statue is given to you. I wish you good health."
His voice was clear and he spoke every word without any stumbling.
Madam Lin took the Buddha statue, his hands were shaking.
She looked down at the Buddha statue, tears finally fell down and hit the Buddha's robe, leaving a small dark stain.
"Good boy... good boy..."
Ming'an took out several more Buddha statues from his arms and handed them over one by one.
One for Marquis Lin, one for Lin Chuan, one for Lin Wei, and one for the housekeeper.
Each statue is different, some are larger, some are smaller, and the content of the sculptures is also different.
The one given to Marquis Lin has its chest and head raised, quite majestic. The one given to Lin Chuan has a tall and straight figure, with a small sword carved on the side. The one given to Lin Wei has fluttering skirts, like a female Bodhisattva. The one given to the housekeeper is the kindest, and he narrowed his eyes with a smile.
Finally, Ming'an gently placed a small Buddha statue on the table in the hall.
"This is for brother Lin Feng, whom I have never met."
That Buddha statue is different from the others. It has a pair of small wings carved on its back.
After doing this, Ming'an returned to the hall, put his hands together, and performed a Buddhist salute upright.
"Ming'an and his senior brother have been bothering Lin Residence for a few days. I owe Lin Residence his care and have nothing to repay. I express my gratitude with these small Buddha statues. I wish Lin Residence all the donors good health and everything goes well. I hope brother Lin Feng will succeed in his cultivation and come back soon."
After saying that, he carefully returned to Qin Tiexin and looked up at him with questioning eyes, as if asking: Senior brother, am I doing the right thing?
Qin Tiexin looked down at him, speechless for a moment.
He did not expect that Ming'an these small Buddha statues were gifts to Lin Residence everyone.
Everyone has it, including the housekeeper, including Lin Feng, who I have never met.
Marquis Lin The others were also stunned.
The workmanship of this Buddha statue is rough and the materials are ordinary. In terms of value, everything they have is a hundred times more valuable than this.
But this was taken from the hands of a five or six-year-old child. It was carved out by this child with his knife and his pure heart.
They occasionally saw Ming'an carving Buddha statues in the courtyard. When he cut his finger with a knife, he didn't cry. He put it in his mouth and sucked it and continued carving. The knife was too blunt, so he asked the housekeeper to borrow a whetstone.
Sometimes I sit there for an entire afternoon and waste several pieces of wood.
They all thought it was a child's play, or a gift prepared for their senior brother. No one expected that there was one for each of them in the pile of Buddha statues.
The housekeeper stood behind the crowd, his eyes already red.
He reached out to take the Buddha statue from him and touched it lightly with his rough fingers.
He had never seen anything good in his life, but no one had ever carved anything specifically for him.
He thought that he was just a servant and it was his duty to take care of the little master, but this child cared about him, and from the first day he respectfully bowed to him, helped him move flower pots, and handed him brooms.
After leaving, don't forget to leave something for him.
Lin Wei couldn't bear it anymore. She took a step forward, squatted down, and hugged Ming'an.
"Little monk, my sister likes you so much. How about you stay at Lin Residence? My sister will build a big temple for you, with all the Buddha statues you carved in it!"
Ming'an was hugged so hard that he couldn't breathe, and his little face turned red from holding it back.
He waited until Lin Wei relaxed a little, then shook his head and said seriously, "Wherever senior brother goes, I will go."
He said this for the second time. His voice was not loud, but everyone in the room heard it clearly.
No one advised me anymore.
Lin Wei sighed and reached out to rub Ming'an's bald head.
She stood up, took out a small jade pendant from the storage ring, and put it into Ming'an's hand. "Then keep this. If you miss your sister in the future, just bring it to Lin Residence. If your sister is not here, ask the housekeeper."
Ming'an looked down at the jade pendant, then turned to look at Qin Tiexin.
Qin Tiexin nodded slightly. Ming'an then put the jade pendant away and saluted Lin Wei: "Thank you, sister Lin Wei."
Qin Tiexin Seeing this posture, if they didn't say goodbye, everyone would be really reluctant to let them go, so he bowed to everyone in the hall.
"Everyone, take care."
After saying that, he took Ming'an's hand, turned around and walked towards the Lin Residence door.
Ming'an followed him, walking on his short legs, never missing a step. The two walked through the courtyard, walked through the corridor, and walked around the screen wall. Lin Residence's door was in front, and the concierge had opened it respectfully.
When he walked to the threshold, Ming'an suddenly looked back. He looked at it for a while, then turned back and held Qin Tiexin's hand tightly.
"Let's go, senior brother."
Qin Tiexin took him, crossed the threshold, and walked into the sunshine of Ten Thousand Stars City.