C17

The rising sun was so dazzling, bringing with it a scorching brilliance, that I didn't dare to look straight at it.

My body was exhausted to the extreme, and my hair was a mess on my face. I thought, I'm like a madman right now.

He had spent the night here, and the night on the run.

But when the sun rose, I knew that no one wanted me anymore, no one cared if I went home.

The morning breeze was very cool and soft, gently soothing my wounded heart.

The bells in the Temple of Mercy, let me slow down.

Letting out a deep breath, I want to live, and I want to live happily. Only like this will mother and father be able to be at ease.

There was no one left in this world, and the sky would not collapse.

Yun Zhiqiu, I will be fine. Mother, don't worry, I will work hard and live a good life.

After watching for a while in a daze, someone said that if I shouted it out loud, I would show the unwillingness in my heart. The loneliness in my heart would hurt, but I didn't have the mood to do it.

The bell in the Temple of Mercy, clear and bright, made me can not help but go on.

The buddhist gate was quiet and clean, and the young nuns in the temple had long cleaned up the courtyard. A few incense sticks had washed away the vulgarity in his heart, making him seem pure and pious.

I knelt in front of Kuan Yin, not knowing what to say or wish.

I think if Kuan Yin had a spirit, she would know what I was thinking.

"So someone came this early. Tang, I thought we were the earliest." A soft voice came to my ears.

I did not look back, but felt someone come in and kneel beside me.

A faint fragrance drifted over, but the person beside him said, "My name is Mu Xue, please show me Guan Yin, Bodhisattva. I want Mu Xue's body to recover quickly."

"Benefactor, do you wish to request for an autograph?" "Look at your luck, your future, your future," the gentle old man asked us.

I don't know what my future is. There's nothing in front of me.

The woman beside him sighed and said, "Old Master, I want to seek health."

"Mu Xue, you have to put in the money for the incense before Guan Yin will show her face." The low voice of alcohol sounded behind him.

The girl beside her stood up, took off a pair of beautiful purple jade bracelets, and placed them on the table. She turned her head and chuckled, "Is this alright?"

I looked at the woman in front of me with some amazement. She was wearing a white jacket, a long blue skirt, and her hair was tied into a hairpin. She had a dark green hairpin stuck in her hair. However, she needs too much decoration, she is like the pure white and elegant iris, which exudes her nobility and delicacy.

Her smile, however, looked past me.

What a beautiful woman. How could she have a beautiful smile that could cause the downfall of a country?

Zhang Xibao was incredibly beautiful, and she carried a weak and elegant air. Occasionally, he would cough a few times, indicating that her health wasn't very good.

"Benefactor." "You want to draw lots?" he asked me.

I rummaged in my sleeve and put the rest of my banknotes on the counter.

Old Ni shook his head and smiled gently, "Benefactor, there's no need for so much. This small favor is enough."

I seriously said, "Old master, please allow me to give you so much. I finally know what I want to wish for, and I want my mother and father to be able to be happy in the clouds. After twelve years, it will be very difficult for them to find each other.

She sighed and said to Amitabha, "My lady, please open up a bit. At that moment, at that moment, I think that this girl seems to be someone blessed. "filial piety comes first. The blessings of a lady's parents will be extended all the way to a lady's body."

I don't understand what she said. She gave me and the girl who is clean of dirt each a signing cup.

The two straws fell to the ground together. The two straws were exactly the same.

It was just that one lot was signed in the end, while the other was signed in the end. Even though the two lots were folded together, it was hard to tell which one was the signed in the end and which one was the signed in the end.

Old Ni picked it up and looked at us. "Do you want to explain?"

Her expression was one of infinite sorrow.

Mu Xue sighed lightly. "It's fine if you don't understand."

His steps were a little shaky as he walked out. He said weakly, "Tang, let's go." He coughed violently twice more.

I turned around and saw the tall man holding her hand, carefully tucking the hair on her forehead behind her ears. It was him, Xia Junchang.

She coughed lightly and her body trembled.

He patted her back gently, and that kind of care made me feel sour and envious.

"Miss." Old Ni shouted back in my mind, "This signature letter is not necessarily the truth. The fate of a person is determined by three parts to day. Seven parts to oneself."

I faintly smiled and exhaled a breath of relief. "Master, learn to accept, learn to bear, fate is nothing."

Stunned, she chanted the Buddhist prayer. "It's rare for a girl in this world to be so wise and wise."

I'm so envious of Mu Xue, that pure and weak girl, having a man so concerned about me.

With such compatibility between them, no one would be able to get close to them.

Is this a kind of love? If my mother follows my father, will I, Yun Zhiqiu, have any love in this lifetime?

That lot was not easy to sign. The Hundred Blossom Fiends, the worst kind.