Under the predecessor's cat curse GL

Chapter 26 Peace and Joy

Having grown up so big, the humiliation he hadn't suffered in his personality has fully made up for it during this period of time, and the injury that came so late was really not the time, He Dongyang fell back into the basket full of grievances.

Her white fur ears fluttered in the wind, and she could only hear her whispering: "Don't forget, I love you." At the end, she meowed like a cat.

Xia Shuang bent her lips and smiled: "Me too. Don't move around when you set off, it will be ugly when you fall."

Hearing this, He Dongyang subconsciously fastened the bottom of the basket.

I have to sigh, the weather is especially suitable for going out today, it is neither hot nor sunny, and the breeze blowing on the face is just right.

He Dongyang was at the forefront, his eyes were bulging, the road was still muddy and difficult to walk on last time, but now the road is not only smooth, but also colorful flowers are planted on the side.

Cats have a keen sense of smell, and He Dongyang sneezed unexpectedly when his nose was filled with the scent of flowers, but he still felt very bland and happy.

The scenery on the road changes in various ways, just like the days they walked together in the past few years, the outside world is changing, and the people are also different, but in the end, it turns out that "people are right and things are wrong".

The speed of the bicycle was neither fast nor slow, leisurely and contented, He Dongyang was comfortable, regardless of whether the meat leaked out of the hole, and said lazily: "Tired or not, do you want me to drive you?"

Xia Shuang didn't have to make much effort, because she started by stepping on her feet, and then moved forward by electric motor.It's a pity that He Dongyang is facing forward, and he hasn't gone out for a long time, his common sense is lost, and he still feels sorry for others.

"I'm not tired at all. I remember there was a bamboo grove in front of you. You still asked people for bamboo shoots. I don't know if they are still there."

If you think about it carefully, it is true.

"Don't mention it," He Dongyang's ears twitched slightly, "When I was young, my skin was relatively thick, but if it is still in this season that the bamboo shoots have turned into bamboo and can't be chewed, why are you carrying sad things?"

Xia Shuang raised her eyebrows: "If you insist on thinking that people in their 20s are young, I can't help it."

You come and go, and you arrive at the bicycle parking spot while talking nonsense.

He Dongyang couldn't wait to ask Xia Shuang to carry her into the toilet - because she felt that the toilet was not clean and she was afraid of dirtying her white and tender paws.

When you go in, there is one person and one cat, and when you come out, there are two joking people.

Xia Shuang thoughtfully brought her a coat, and she was so pure that she couldn't tolerate her being so presumptuous.

The ancient temple stands among the towering trees, and the secret atmosphere has passed through the time and space of thousands of years. The yellow walls and blue tiles are so sacred that they are beyond the turmoil of the world.There are quite few people here today, and there are only two or three modern vehicles that violate the harmony. Birds and insects chirp, and the clear and pleasant sound jumps on the roof of the car covered with fallen leaves.

He Dongyang couldn't help but exclaim, but the breath he exhaled was also very weak, as if he was afraid of disturbing the banished immortals who lived here peacefully.

She heard the teacher talk about the destination of becoming a monk, and she had vaguely longed for it. She felt extremely free and would not suffer from headaches because of her own or other people's affairs.It was only later that she learned that renunciation also pays attention to procedures and the wishes of family members, and it is not just a bald head that is born in the air.

Xia Shuang patted the back of her hand, and smiled lightly: "You are so fascinated by watching, you have to think clearly, they don't accept nuns."

He Dongyang grabbed Xia Shuang's wrist: "I want to be with you, how could I be willing to do so? It's not that I have no desires and desires, and I can't enter the holy land of Buddhism."

Before entering the courtyard, the intermittent smell of incense wafted out, and He Dongyang twitched her nose. She didn't hate the smell, but felt very calming.

She sniffed it several times from left to right, and a cold object was stuck to her wrist. He Dongyang trembled subconsciously, raised his hand, and was stunned.

A simple bracelet hangs on the thin white wrist, and the bracelet is finely crafted, with small and a half rings clasped one by one.

He Dongyang was puzzled: "Why did you give me yours, and you didn't bring it?"

Xia Shuang took her hand and interlocked her fingers. From this angle, she could clearly see that her wrists were also wearing the same wrists.

"Who do you think it belongs to? Last time you packed your things and wanted to move them out, maybe you left in a hurry and dropped your bracelet on the ground. I saw it and kept it for you temporarily. Now it's returned to its original owner." Xia Shuang said slowly.

He Dongyang lost his mind: "I've been looking for it for a long time, and even asked Lihuamao to send Maomao to help find it, thinking that I couldn't find it."

His hands were clasped a little tighter, and He Dongyang heard Xia Shuang said with deep meaning: "Why can't I get it back, isn't it back?"

"That's right!" He Dongyang touched the round fingertips attached to the knuckles, "By the way, let's ask for a red ribbon later, write down our expectations, and hang it on the big sweet-scented osmanthus tree last time , hang it higher this time."

"Okay, I'll listen to you."

The two slowly put down their hands, bought a handful of incense at the door, and stepped into the courtyard.

There were indeed not many people who came to pray. It was a weekday, and there were no festivals before and after, but it was quiet.

Fortunately, the layout of the temple has not changed. They searched for the old traces, passed by the dead branches of the century-old plum tree, stepped firmly on the bluestone slab, and walked devoutly step by step.

When he arrived in the hall, He Dongyang restrained his usual hippie smile, threw merit money sincerely, and pulled Xia Shuang to kneel in front of the Buddha statue together.

"Sincerity is spirit."

After finishing speaking, He Dongyang clasped his hands together, closed his eyes, and opened and closed his lips soundlessly.

Xia Shuang turned her head to look at her, with the corners of her mouth raised, following her example, she made a wish.

Xu Hao, bowed three times before walking out of the hall again.

After walking a little further, He Dongyang pulled Xia Shuang and asked in a low voice: "Shuang, what were you thinking just now?"

Xia Shuang pushed her head away from the side: "It won't work if you say it."

"The last time it was realized, it doesn't matter if it is realized."

Seeing her smiling happily, Xia Shuang sighed: "It's come true, I'm here to fulfill my wish this time, and I'll tell you what it is when I get home."

"Alright, then I will exchange with you, because mine has also come true."

The smile on the face is more calm, as if as long as you hold each other's hand, you can walk through life through stumbling.

The tranquility of the ancient temple in the past only increased. Before going to the wishing tree, He Dongyang and Xia Shuang went to the fish pond in the apse. He Dongyang was so greedy when he saw the colorful fish. Xia Shuang was really afraid that she couldn’t bear it alone. Stop and jump off.

Once when He Dongyang was drunk, he insisted that the fish in the pond were calling her, and couldn't help but say that he took a leap of faith.

In the end... Xia Shuang spent a lot of effort to pick it up.

The red sun gradually appeared, and I was sweating a little while walking along the bridge to the wishing tree. At the same time, a tourist team came to the temple, bringing a lot of fireworks.

The wishing tree is one big and one small, and the thin branches are covered with red wishes. When a breeze passes by, it seems to be able to hear the expectations in people's hearts.

But the trees are not very old, and they bear a lot of weight ignorantly.

"We want the reddest one."

He Dongyang talked with the uncle of the incense shop in the temple through the window, obsessed with the one with the most correct color in the wishing belt.Uncle Naihe's eyes are a little presbyopic, and his dead branch-like hands lingered on the target several times, but he just didn't understand what He Dongyang meant.

And Xia Shuang leaned lightly on the window, facing He Dongyang, who was beginning to become helpless and irritable. A fallen leaf fell on He Dongyang's shoulder, and Xia Shuang's eyes followed.

"Ouch," the uncle was also anxious, and asked tremblingly, "Girl, do you want to change it?"

He Dongyang refused straight away: "No, that one is destined for me, and I want it today. Sir, it's the ninth one on the left side of the wall. You can take it, and I won't let you in. How about this, I'll give you double s price."

Xia Shuang pursed her lips and smiled slightly: "You and I have no chance at all, and it all depends on me spending money?"

"One written by two people, the double price is justified. You can't buy the price of fate, Xia Shuang, don't talk nonsense, it won't work... Hey! Grandpa, that's the one, right, right!"

He Dongyang danced like a young girl.

Can't wait to receive the red silk ribbon handed over by the uncle wiping his sweat, He Dongyang held it in his palm to feel the magical fate, then stretched out his hand in front of Xia Shuang, spread his hand, and said with a smile: "Peace and happiness."

Xia Shuang nodded: "Go find a pen."

The uncle only charged the original price, and even lent them a marker pen.

There was a stone table next to it, He Dongyang swept it with his hand, raised his finger to take a casual look, and saw no dust in a hurry, so he lifted up his skirt to sit down.

Xia Shuang quickly grabbed her arm and frowned: "I can see that there is dust on your hands, and the hands are growing on you, so you haven't seen it at all?"

"If it's a big deal, just wipe it off."

Xia Shuang took out a paper towel, wiped the stone bench carefully, lowered her eyes, and her eyes were watery: "This clothes is dirty and turned into a cat. Let me wash it. Do you think it's a big deal?"

He Dongyang coughed uncomfortably, and sat next to Xia Shuang, spreading the red ribbon on the table, but this time he was sitting upright, with a serious look.

"Write on both sides and hang on..."

While He Dongyang was speaking, he raised his head and looked up, suddenly bumped into the red eyes, a little bit of the red ribbon had faded, and the writing on it could not be seen clearly, leaving only incomplete handwriting.

so many.

It is so dense that you can't see through it, and even the sky is blocked from the outside.

What they hung up last time was like disappearing into the ocean, and they can't be found again. Perhaps it would be more appropriate to float into the galaxy.

On a whim, He Dongyang grabbed Xia Shuang's fingertips and shouted to the old man in the shop: "Master, do you still have a pen? Let me borrow another one."

The uncle found his glasses and put them on, his voice hoarse: "What?"

He Dongyang: "..."

"I just picked one up under the tree, don't bother me." Xia Shuang held the hand clasped on the back of his hand instead.

The two looked at each other, almost getting lost in each other's eyes.

After being so quiet for a long time, they lowered their heads together, focused on the red ribbon, held a pen in one hand, and touched the familiar temperature with the other.

One stroke after another, the red ribbon was not hung on the topmost position, but was placed on a branch that could not be blown by wind or rain.

Peace and joy.

Being safe and happy with you is the happiest thing in this life, and the others are just indispensable seasonings.