It's almost summer, and the heat is gradually steaming.

Tang Xueshan was very excited, her father, who had been in prison for 5 years, was about to be released from prison. The last time she was separated from her father, she was only 18 years old.

Her father was taken away by the police, leaving her behind, and a pair of brown eyes overflowed with tears on her immature face.

Tang Zhe walked out of the prison gate, and Tang Xueshan saw his father standing in the bright sun from a distance, waiting for him in the sun.

Tang Zhe's hair is still black, his complexion is also healthy, but the corners of his eyes are full of wrinkles, and his cheeks are slackened.

Tang Zhe served his sentence and regained his freedom, and at a glance he saw his children, wife, and old mother. He walked up to his relatives and dragged his wife into his arms, and when he let go of her, there were tears in their eyes.

Tang Xue took her father's hand, her nose was sore, and tears fell when she lowered her head, "Dad, you are old." ”

Tang Zhe smiled lovingly, "Alas, can you not be old?"

It's twilight.

Tang Xueshan asked Jiang Yimo to go to Yunlian Temple to burn incense and pray for his father who was released from prison.

The two climbed to the top of the mountain before sunset, and the incense burned like a crowd.

Jiang Yimo squinted his eyes in the glow of the sun, and quietly held her in his arms, so as not to separate her from himself.

Two good-looking people walked together, especially on the right board, this beautiful scenery attracted people in the past to discuss.

Tang Xueshan closed her eyes to feel the breath of nature, and the setting sun shone on her eyelashes. Her long hair fluttered in the wind, and the corners of her lips raised a smile, and Jiang Yimo lost his mind at that moment.

He approached her and gave her a gentle kiss on the lips, and she felt the heat of her lips, opened her eyes, and smiled sweetly.

The singing of wild birds in the mountains resounded all around, intertwined with the sound of gurgling water, and the hundred-year-old banyan trees and longan trees in front of the temple rustled in the wind. The pigeons cooed and foraged under the trees with small steps.

Stepping through the ornately decorated wooden door of the temple, they took the free incense from the volunteers and walked down the marble staircase into the main hall, where many good men and women had gathered to pray for blessings.

The monks recited sutras in the hall, and the presiding priest wore crimson robes and recited words in his mouth, and the atmosphere on the mountain was somewhat pious and dignified.

Before Tang Xueshan opened the door, her grandmother gave her a tribute, which contained apples, hair cakes and oranges. The apple represents peace, the cake represents wealth, and the orange represents auspiciousness.

The two of them neatly placed the tributes on the tribute table full of food, held three sticks of incense in their hands, raised the incense to their foreheads, closed their eyes and made a wish, and then bowed three times.

After worshipping, the incense is inserted into the incense burner, and finally some money is placed in the merit box.

As you walk up the staircase, you find a narrow wooden staircase with a wall covered with gold-dusted murals that glisten in the light.

Under the awning at the entrance of the Hall of Ten Thousand Buddhas, there were several volunteers wearing orange overalls, clasping their hands together and saying, "Many children in the mountainous areas have not had enough to eat, so please donate rice to poor children in the mountainous areas, please give your love." ”

"Hello, how do you donate this?" Jiang Yimo pulled Tang Xueshan to the front of the stall.

"Hello, 178 yuan and 30 catties of Cambodian jasmine rice, do the two bodhisattvas want to give love?" spoke a tall, thin young man with black-rimmed glasses.

"Yimo, how many bags of rice are we going to donate?" Tang Xueshan looked at Jiang Yimo, who was digging his wallet.

Jiang Yimo put the wallet in her hand, "You can watch it." ”

She smiled and nodded, took out a thousand yuan and eight cash from her purse, handed it to the volunteer, and said happily, "We are going to donate ten bags." ”

"Amitabha, thank you, two bodhisattvas. The volunteers folded their hands and bowed to them in apology.

There is a lighthouse on the top of the mountain, and walking along the path of the lighthouse up the hill is the Wishing Tree Scenic Area, which is the most beautiful part of the road.

Large flocks of pigeons rise and fall on the bluestone slabs, gathering in search of food, cooing.

The two climbed up to the Wishing Tree Scenic Area in one go, and the roots of a century-old banyan tree were exposed on the stone wall, and the roots were intertwined with each other.

Twilight has begun to fall little by little from the high peaks, and at the top of the mountain, the water and sky are the same in the distance, the boats are dotted, the tall buildings are lined up under the mountain, and the green trees are swaying, which is refreshing.

She stared at Jiang Yimo's face, and then turned her eyes to look at the couples coming and going, the corners of her mouth hooked slightly, and she held his hand tightly, "Let's go make a wish." ”

There is a small stall under this leafy banyan tree, and the stall owner looks at them enthusiastically soliciting business, "Handsome guy and beautiful woman, do you want to come with two wishing ribbons? Pray for peace for yourself, your family and friends." ”

Jiang Yimo handed the money to the stall owner, "Two." ”

The stall owner kindly explained, "Write a wish, it depends on your arm strength and luck, throw the wish on the tree, and hang it, then your wish will come true." If you can't hang it three times, you have to pray again and throw it again. ”

The two of them each wrote their wishes on the ribbon, then looked at each other and smiled, and at the same time threw it upwards with all their might.

The ribbon was thrown high and high, and with a "click" it stuck on the dense branches, drowning in the mass of ribbons and dense green leaves, and could no longer be seen.

Tang Xueshan stared in the direction where the ribbon was stuck, and after a while she withdrew her gaze, only to find that Jiang Yimo was staring at her, "Candy, what wish did you make?"

"Secret. ”

"Tell me about it, it's curious. ”

"I won't tell you. ”

Jiang Yimo smiled between his lips and reached out to pinch her face. She stood on tiptoe and kissed him lightly on the lips, and he deepened the kiss.

In the soft mist of the evening, their bodies were covered with a faint halo, which looked beautiful and peaceful.

There is a quaint love lock bridge behind the wishing tree, which has been exposed to the wind and rain for a long time, and the color is heavy.

When they first went on a date, they locked the lock engraved with their names on the bridge and threw the key into Hanoi.

She couldn't help but walk towards the wooden bridge, and he followed her, all the way forward, the bridge swayed slightly, and below it was a wide river, flowing over the mountains and mountains.

Tang Xueshan found the small lock engraved with their names, stroked the two names side by side, and smiled like a stealing cat, "This lock is still here." ”

Jiang Yimo stretched out his hand and attached it to her hand, wrapped her hand and lock in the palm of his hand, and greeted the evening breeze on the bridge, gentle and doting, "Yes." ”

Tang Xueshan hugged him and smiled like honey, "Yimo, are you hungry? Let's go eat." ”

Jiang Yimo's eyes flashed with a little starlight, and he looked down at the person leaning in his arms, "You raise your head." ”

She raised her fair face, and her lips were already bitten by him who had been waiting for an opportunity for a long time.

He whispered in a low, sexy voice, "I'm hungry, so I'll have a dessert." ”

She smiled shyly, and her heart was warm and sweet.