Chapter 722 (1/2)

Yin Yijie said boldly: ”color is emptiness. Bodhisattvas can't distinguish men from women. I think...”

Yin Yijie's stubbornness. The performance is incisive and incisive; Although it's not as cold to others as usual, it's not too warm.

Maybe when people talk about the way he treats me, he will do it; He decided that he was for my good. That's for my good. He wants me.

The great Lama glared at Yin Yijie angrily for a while. It just slowed down. His accomplishments were very high, and after a while, he was gentle and not angry; But his attitude is still very serious, admonishing: ”you are unreasonable. Bodhisattvas are male and female. All living beings are equal; But the fate of disaster is different, so is the Bodhisattva. You ask the God of wealth for money, and you ask Guanyin to send your son. We should read different scriptures to pray for blessings, eliminate disasters and transcend. It's all different. You... You are hungry, I give you a bowl of rice; You give it to her, too. You don't know. She's cold. It's clothes. If she's hungry. It's not right for you to dress her. That's the difference. ”

Tan Baoming said with a smile: ”it's easy to feel cold when you are hungry, but you don't need to consume fat when you wear warm clothes. It's not easy... Er... ”

When Tan Baoming touched his face, he didn't know who twisted him; When I looked up, she had been twisted.

The big Lama in the middle touched her head. He said with a smile: ”what you said is not unreasonable, but it is not appropriate.”

Tan Rakuten touched Tan Baoming's head and said, ”she loves mischief. Master, don't worry about her

Yin Yijie turned to look at me, I lowered my head and gently leaned on his shoulder.

I know, no matter good or not, he will give me, he is ruthless to give me everything, I hope I am good.

It's like a poor family's pain for their children in the winter, a pile of broken cotton wadding in the family, and each group is not very warm; He tried his best to pile it on the child, and finally the cotton wadding was too heavy for the child to breathe.

I saw it with my own eyes when I visited a child who hoped to study well in primary school last winter.

Yin Yijie is similar to that grandmother, even the old man himself is cold, even those broken cotton wadding... Feelings... Feelings... A piece of the best treasure and jade recited by the reincarnated Buddha and a group of broken cotton wadding sometimes convey the same: I love you.

I vaguely remember that he said more than once, ”no matter what I do, it's for the better in the future.”

Is that the truth? I don't remember very well.

But I know that he works hard to love and give everything; What else can I say?

Love is not getting; It's about giving.

Love, there is no right or wrong, only the process.

Love, not only me, but also his parents and brothers; But he gave me the most.