Chapter 1197 (1/2)
Walking across the other end of the arch bridge, I saw an old nun cutting firewood.
The old nun looked up and wiped her sweat. When she saw Gu Jiajia, she called to Gu Jiajia, ”benefactor, can you come here and help me?”
Gu Jiajia smiled and came up to look at the nun and asked, ”what can I do for you?”
The old nun gave Gu Jiajia the sickle in her hand and pointed to a dry firewood under her feet: ”my right wrist was injured yesterday, and the key firewood was cut continuously. Can you slow me down?”
”OK.” Gu Jiajia takes the sickle and helps the old nun cut the wood with her thick arm into sections.
After cutting, she handed the sickle back to the old nun with a bright smile: ”OK.”
The old nun took the sickle and thanked Gu Jiajia repeatedly.
Gu Jiajia looked at her wearing gloves made of plastic material. Out of concern, she asked the old nun, ”abbess, don't worry about your hand injury?”
The old nun shook her head and smiled, ”it doesn't matter. It's ok if you don't hold the knife tightly.”
Gujiajia smiled and said goodbye to the old nun.
After a corridor, it's the women's toilet.
After going to the toilet, I was not in a hurry. Gu Jiajia walked gracefully in the corridor to Guanyin temple.
At this time, two nuns about the same age as the nun who cut wood passed in front of Gu Jiajia.
They still read in their mouths:
”it's a pity that a handsome man should shave his hair and become a monk. Did you notice? He's very much like Jinghua, who died for his country five years ago. ”
”Jinghua?”
”You don't remember?”
Hearing Jinghua's words, Gu Jiajia's brain was buzzing.
Jinghua?!
She stopped and her mind exploded like something.
Like Jinghua, or Jinghua?
Gu Jiajia suddenly turns around and catches up with the two old nuns.
She grabbed one anxiously and scared the nun: ”benefactor, you...”
”Where is your Jinghua?!” She is going to have a look.
The old nun looked at Gu Jiajia doubtfully: ”do you know each other? In Yuhua temple, if you know him, hurry to persuade him. ”
After asking where Yuhua temple is, Gu Jiajia hurriedly thanked the nun, and then walked towards the direction pointed by the nun.
Finally came to the gate of Yuhua temple, stood at the gate, Gu Jiajia looked up and looked at the three traditional characters on the doorplate: Yuhua temple.
Yuhua temple is the most remote among so many temples.
It's quiet. The door is still closed.
Gu Jiajia is not in the mood to pay attention to other things. Her heart is pounding.
She really thought, Jinghua is not dead, is she?
He's in there, isn't he?
If he didn't die, why didn't he come back to find her and come here to shave and become a monk?
Or, the other side just looks like Jinghua, not Jinghua at all?
No matter the other party is Jinghua herself or looks like Jinghua, she will go in!
Gu Jiajia claps her heart to cheer herself up. Go in. After going in, everything will be clear!
After cheering herself up, Gu Jiajia strides forward.
Squeak
The old wooden door was pushed open with a sudden sound.
Pushing open the door, Gu Jiajia looked around: ”is there anyone?”
How about people? Why no one?
In the center of Yuhua temple, there is a rectangular wooden table.
On the wooden table, there are fruit plates, censers, paper clothes and so on.
The table top, as well as the ground, are clean, but there is a cold air, spreading in the air.
Gu Jiajia came in gently, hanging the white curtain behind the rectangular table.