Gou Xiaonan said with a sad face: "Recently, several drivers have been suspected of SARS, and I heard that they have been quarantined. ”

"Luckily, we're not drivers. Li Tao said happily, "The profession of driving a bus, usually looks good, but when you get here, it is a fucked job, and there are too many floating people in contact, and no one can run this profession if they have nothing to do." ”

"That's not going to work! This time SARS is full of wind and rain in the city, I want to find a place to burn incense and pray for peace. Gou Xiaonan said worriedly.

"Do you want to burn incense?" Song Jianhui stretched out his hand and put his hand on her shoulder and said, "I heard that Tanzhe Temple is the oldest temple in Beijing, known as 'first there is Tanzhe Temple, and then there is Beijing City'. ”

Wen Feng's heart moved, but he was silent but secretly remembered what was on his mind.

Song Jianhui drove his father's car and the other three people to Tanzhe Temple. On the way, Wen Feng inadvertently coughed, which caused the three of them to roll their eyes and disgust, and they all hurriedly put on masks.

Gou Xiaonan looked at him with disdain and said, "Did you bring the virus back?"

Wen Feng just smiled and didn't respond, thinking about his own thoughts.

Tanzhe Temple was really the same as Song Jianhui expected, there was no one. After the four people came in, they knelt in front of the Buddha statue and bowed a few times, and the other three all prayed that the SARS epidemic would end soon, and that they and their families had nothing to do with SARS. It's just that when he came to Wen Feng, he silently chanted: "I ask the Buddha to bless Yang Lu to recover as soon as possible and end this disaster." ”

Wen Feng got up and came to the lottery, the sign said thirty yuan each, and he recited a few words silently in his heart. He picked up the bamboo tube and shook it carefully, his expression made the other three want to laugh wildly, but in this solemn incense mist in the Buddha hall, he didn't dare to blaspheme, so he had to endure it desperately.

Wen Feng ignored them, picked up the fallen bamboo stick, walked to the pick up paper, handed over thirty yuan, and looked nervously at the middle-aged woman wearing a mask, the middle-aged woman glanced at the bamboo stick, reached out and tore off a small piece of pink paper on the wall, pointed to the side and signaled to him, "The one who unsigned is over there." ”

Wen Feng took the small piece of pink paper and sat nervously in front of the old monk with a long white beard in a robe, glasses, and a mask. The old monk looked at the signing paper, then at him and said, "What do you want to ask?"

Wen Feng bit his lip and said, "My fate with my girlfriend." ”

The old monk frowned, put the paper and a book on the table, flipped through it and read it to Wen Feng, who was sitting on the stool opposite: "The fifty-third sign, sign the next sign." When we meet, we meet in spring and winter, who would have expected that we would turn around halfway, and the southern bird would fly alone to the north nest, and the road would be difficult and dangerous!"

The old monk coughed twice, cleared his throat and said, "Young man, this signing has been difficult, and everything has failed, like a bird in the south nesting in the north and losing its dwelling...... He paused and said, "Whatever you ask for, it's best not to do anything now! ”

Wen Feng looked at him blankly, suddenly got up and walked outside again, and after a while he came in with a pink stick paper in his hand, and the old monk looked at him from behind the lens and said, "What do you want to ask this time?"

Wen Feng frowned and said in a deep voice: "It's still my fate with her." ”

"Seventy-two signs, under the sign, the river canal road has high and low, but unfortunately the long distance has been west, from the glory of the good season, straight bearded monkey dog called golden rooster...... The gist of this sign is: There are dangers and obstacles to prevent it, and it is difficult to level the ground! Although you have a heart, but the sun has set in the western mountains, everything is late, and you can only wait for tomorrow when the golden rooster is dawning before making plans. Advice: Don't reverse the will of God, it's getting late, everything is waiting for tomorrow. ”

Wen Feng didn't give up, and asked for two more signatures in a row.

Twenty-third sign, sign down!

Ninety-second sign, next sign!

Each time the unsigning is thirty yuan, the fifth time Wen Feng took the signing paper to solve, the old monk finally couldn't help it, and kindly persuaded him: "Young man, even if you have any heart knots that you can't open, you can count tomorrow, too persistent will only harm others and yourself, what you need now is not a sign, but a psychological hint to act for yourself, you want to ask for a sign, just want to ask for a heart comfort, but...... Young man, you really can't do it, three signatures a day is the limit, today you have signed four times, God's will cannot be violated, this signature will not be solved!"

Wen Feng walked out of the front hall tightly holding the small pink paper balls, his nails digging deep into the flesh of his palms, and he raised his head and stared at the Buddha with kind eyebrows and half-closed eyes, and said: "Even you think she can't escape this disaster? Don't you think she can't get over this hurdle? Who did she provoke? Let her suffer this sin? Aren't you the Buddha? Don't you have supernatural powers?"

Li Tao didn't see it well, he hurriedly glanced at Song Jianhui, and the two of them dragged him out together, Li Tao scolded: "Fengzi, you seem to be crazy again?" The 'rich man' is not like you, this is more than 100 yuan of signing, which is half a month's salary! You still have to quarrel with the Buddha?"

Wen Feng bit his lip, his eyes were dull, Li Tao opened his hand with dead force, and a few paper balls crumpled into a small lump fell from the palm of his hand, Wen Feng watched the paper fall to the ground, smiled softly and bitterly, ignoring the three of them and leaving Tanzhe Temple alone.

Li Tao unfolded the paper group and looked at it, and asked Song Jianhui: "What is he asking? Seeking wealth, seeking career, or asking not to be infected with SARS?"

Song Jianhui frowned and said, "! The third time I heard it clearly in the back, and I asked about the fate of him and Yang Lu." ”

"Fate? He and Yang Lu are separated again?"

Song Jianhui slowly shook his head, looked at the sky, and said meaningfully: "I listened to what he said when he was making trouble...... Don't Yang Lu get SARS, right?"

Gou Xiaonan exclaimed.

Li Tao said angrily: "Fuck! If that's the case, is his head caught in the door?"

On the way back, Wen Feng looked out the window in a daze. The other three looked at each other in silence, and for a moment they could hear nothing in the car except the movement of the engine. Gou Xiaonan couldn't help but ask straight to the point: "Fengzi, did Yang Lu get SARS?"

Wen Feng didn't turn his head to look at her, and the corners of his eyes twitched, "Hmm." ”

Gou Xiaonan and Li Tao shouted at him at the same time: "You have your head in water!" Song Jianhui stepped on the brakes and parked the car on the side of the road.

Wen Feng got out of the car as soon as he opened the door, sat on the side of the road and looked at the traces left by the spring in front of him, he also had no intention of appreciating it, and the other three followed. Wen Feng solemnly told them that Yang Lu had been diagnosed with atypical pneumonia a few days ago. Although Gou Xiaonan and the three of them felt sorry for Yang Lu, when facing the line of life and death, they were more concerned about if Yang Lu disappeared under this disaster, then there would be nothing but sadness, but if she was treated and discharged from the hospital, would there be an incubation period for this SARS? Will it cause infection again? If so, wouldn't there be a time to bury around them? They couldn't take it a long way, and kept persuading him to reconsider the relationship with Yang Lu, Wen Feng heard that they implied that he should give up Yang Lu. No matter how the three of them persuaded him, he just lowered his head and remained silent, and in the end, he only said, "Am I still a person if I give up her now......?" If she can survive this catastrophe, I will definitely marry her!"

The three of them looked at each other for a long time, speechless.