Fang Miao feels that all the love and love in the world is a continuation of the marriage that was not consummated in the previous life, if it is deep, it will definitely meet each other in this life, and if it is deep, it will join hands for a lifetime.

After being discharged from the hospital on Monday, the two went to the Civil Affairs Bureau, originally worried that they would have to queue up for a while, but they were too anxious to become the first couple to get married.

When it was time to fill out the form, Fang Miao was slow to write, and it seemed that what he signed at the end of the form was not only his name, but also a most sacred and solemn promise to spend his life with the man sitting beside him at this moment!

She clenched the pen and scribbled her name down one by one, pushing the information sheet towards the staff member opposite.

The next step is to take an oath, take pictures, and get the certificate, after going through this series of processes, Fang Miao's brain can't keep up with the rhythm, until she receives the stamped marriage certificate from the staff, she can finally be sure that she is a real married person!

On the way out of the Civil Affairs Bureau hand in hand, she looked at the marriage certificate inside and out several times, especially the red background photo pasted on it.

It wasn't until she was kissed on the mouth that she came back to her senses, and her eyes widened like an ignorant girl: "Where are we going next?"

Yan Zheng smiled meaningfully: "Didn't you say that you were going to the law firm to tell your colleagues about our marriage?" Referring to the word "marriage", he deliberately shook the hands of the two holding together in front of her eyes.

Fang Miao covered her face with her marriage certificate: "Then let's go quickly." ”

After getting into the car, Yan Zheng didn't rush to start the car, but unfastened the seat belt he had just fastened, and turned around sideways without restraining him, with a shallow smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Why don't you go?" As soon as Fang Miao finished asking, the wiper in front of the window sprayed water, blurring the entire windshield in an instant, the wiper swung and operated, and he couldn't see anything clearly under the water mist, which was inexplicable Fang Miao couldn't figure it out.

Turning her head and about to ask a question, her neck was grabbed from behind, and her body was brought forward, Yan Zheng leaned closer and kissed her on the lips without hesitation.

Fang Miao only thought that it was a kiss that would stop at one touch, and it was not until she felt that he kissed deeper and deeper, and her lips and teeth intersected, that she closed her eyes and slowly responded with her arms around his neck.

The two kissed lingeringly, and Fang Miao was somehow led to half-kneel on the co-pilot, support the man's shoulders with both hands, and kiss him in an active posture.

The temperature in the car rose rapidly, and when the kiss was inseparable, it had to be separated, and the water in front of the glass was cleaned by the wipers, Yan Zheng adjusted his breathing and started the car.

When the two walked into the law firm holding hands, a crowd of onlookers cheered.

Fang Miao had never blushed in front of them, so she almost found a crack in the ground and announced the wedding date, so she hurriedly went into the office to tidy up her things, leaving Yan Zheng outside to deal with everyone.

When it was almost tidy up, Han Junchi pushed the door and came in.

"As soon as I came, I heard that you were getting married, congratulations!" he curled his lips in blessing.

His personality has always been free and easy and loves to laugh, but now Fang Miao can always catch the dull emotions on his face.

Fang Miao leaned on the edge of the table and tilted her head to look at him: "I heard Sister Xin say that you want to go abroad, why?"

Han Junchi smiled: "A foreign friend introduced a big case to me, and the funds involved can't be counted, even if the lawsuit is lost, my future career will go to the next level, how can I miss such a good opportunity?"

"And when are you leaving?"

"This afternoon's plane. ”

Fang Miao was silent, Han Junchi stopped talking, and after a while, Han Junchi patted her on the shoulder and laughed: "Don't worry, even if I don't go, the money will definitely not fall." ”

Fang Miao glanced at him, but finally didn't say anything.

This farewell is less than a year, although we will see each other again, but it is difficult for anyone to predict how the state of mind at that time will change compared with the present.

Sitting back in the car, Fang Miao's heart was indescribably complicated, the friendship between the three of them for nearly ten years, Xu was her illusion, and now she is always uncomfortable, Han Junchi is so deep that people feel strange, Li Xin also hides a lot of things, and each of them is no longer the same.

Fang Miao thought for a while, and saw Yan Zheng coming out of the supermarket not far away, carrying a shopping bag in his hand.

He closed the car door, put his things in the back seat, and turned his head to see Fang Miao looking straight at him.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Yan Zheng smiled and stroked her eyebrows.

Fang Miao grabbed his hand and asked, "Although Auntie gave me a bracelet before, will she really like me?"

"yes, what if you don't like it?" he sighed half-truthfully.

Fang Miao twisted her eyebrows.

Yan Zheng smiled again and said jokingly: "Even if my mother doesn't like you, our wedding will not be canceled." ”

Someone hung his head sullenly.

"Alright, tease you. Yan Zheng cupped her face with both hands, and looked at her with doting in her eyes: "My mother is a Jiangnan woman, she is a very easy-going person, and she is ......"

"And what?" Fang Miao asked expectantly.

"Nothing. Yan Zheng let go of her and tucked the hair that was scattered in front of her ears for her, "I'm going to climb the mountain later, and I have to take care of my physical strength on the road." ”

Since the death of Yan Zheng's father, Yan Zheng's mother has been practicing Buddhism in the monastery and has never left the monastery for five years. Now that the two are going to get married, they naturally want to go to the temple to meet each other.

There was a long mountain to climb before he actually stepped into the temple, Fang Miao still had the strength to laugh at first, the more he went back, the weaker his legs became, and he didn't even have the strength to drink mineral water.

When she stood outside the temple gate, everyone was about to collapse from exhaustion, and they all relied on Yan Zheng to support her behind.

The air on the top of the mountain was clear, and they rested outside the mountain gate for a while, Yan Zheng took her into the guest hall to wait, and the small monks who passed by knew him, and then conveyed Yan Zheng's intention to the master of the temple.

There were a few scriptures on the table in the guest hall, Fang Miao flipped through them, but unfortunately she couldn't read a few sentences smoothly, she looked at Yan Zheng pleadingly, he came over and first glanced at the words on the scriptures, and after a few seconds, shook his head under her eager gaze.

"So there are others you won't?" she sighed quietly.

Yan Zheng didn't argue, but asked calmly: "In your eyes, am I so omnipotent?"

"I ......" Fang Miao said, this is a trapped.

Yan Zheng chuckled, almost whispering: "Although I don't have a deep understanding of Buddhist scriptures, I have heard a sentence. ”

"What?"

"The Buddha said: Great compassion without tears, great enlightenment without words, laughter without sound and plain is the truth... As said: hold the hand of the son, and the son is old. ”

Xu deliberately used his voice to tempt her, and when he said this, his voice was low, like the music of a violin, tossing and turning, the words were soft and clear, almost cautiously reverent.

Fang Miao froze, but her mind kept replaying what he had just said, down to every expression and syllable, so detailed that her face flushed uncontrollably.

Yan Zheng didn't take the initiative to break the calm, the emotions in his eyes became more and more intense, ambiguous and amiable converged, and silently asked her if she had anything to say with her eyes.

Fang Miao was seen by him to retreat, and subconsciously touched the diamond ring on his ring finger to calm his heartstrings: "I never think that there is anything unsuitable in this world, since you appeared, more precisely, when we walked together, I had an idea." ”

As she said one sentence after another, Yan Zheng's eyes became more and more focused, and there was an unprecedented fullness in his heart.

Fang Miao swallowed her saliva, and then spoke in a soft voice: "If you have to let me name the person who is the most compatible with me, that person must be you." ”

To love someone, you don't have to say the word love in person, sometimes you just need to tell the other person how you feel in your heart, and the rest, but ask you to be the same.

After she finished speaking, the emotions gathered in Yan Zheng's eyes were so strong that they could hardly be dissolved, and considering that this was an important place for Buddhism, he could only hold her with self-denial.

"Don't say that here. The two hugged for a while, and he said in a low voice.

Fang Miao didn't have a deep understanding, he only thought that he was too abrupt, so he leaned on his arms and responded.

Unexpectedly, he added unhurriedly: "I'll just treat you as a confession, which is easy for me to be unable to control." ”

He was rarely frivolous, Fang Miao raised his head from his arms with round eyes, obviously glancing at him, but the person who was stared at didn't care, and touched her face quite enjoyably.

Fang Miao's face was dark, and she was about to have a seizure, but when she heard the sound of footsteps coming from outside the guest hall, she hurriedly took a step back and looked at the door casually.

Yan Zheng was amused by her series of seamless movements, and was afraid that he would really provoke her, so he could only put his hands into fists to cover his smile, and coughed twice.

So the next part of the conversation came about.

The master entered the door: "Recently, the weather has changed and it is most likely to get sick, and the road up the mountain is long, so the strict donor must protect his body." ”

"Indeed, thank you Master for your concern. Yan Zheng bowed his head humbly, almost wanting to know how the people around him were slandering him.

"This must be your fiancée, right?" the master turned his gaze to Fang Miao.

Yan Zheng led people forward: "Exactly, I'm here to ...... this time."

The master raised his hand to stop him, and took a sutra from the hand of the little monk beside him: "This is a copy by your mother herself, and she said, if you bring a young lady, let me give her this sutra." ”

Fang Miao took it with both hands and turned the first page, the handwriting on it was beautiful, and every word was so neat that the structure of the strokes could be clearly seen, which showed the intention of the person who wrote.

She closed the book and was about to inquire when the master said, "But your mother still does not want to see her." ”

Fang Miao was stunned, and subconsciously looked at Yan Zheng, seeing that he was looking at the ground with a deep face, and couldn't tell what his emotions were at all.

After a long time, he looked up and asked, "Then does my mother say anything else?"

"She asked me to convey that if you don't see it, you are used to such a pure day, and you should not worry about her. With that, the master walked out of the guest hall with his hands folded.

Yan Zheng stood in place and stared at the outside of the courtyard fixedly, somehow, Fang Miao saw that he was so lonely at the moment, and his body was depressed.

In my impression, he has always been clear and outstanding, everything he does with grace, and many emotions are inconspicuous, but at this moment, you can really feel the sadness from him.

Fang Miao didn't want to disturb him, his fingertips kept rubbing the Buddhist scripture, his mind was messy.

After a while, he took her hand again, "Let's go too." ”

Fang Miao shook him back, looked at him in a hurry, and nodded.

There is a way down the mountain around the backyard, it is better to walk than when he came, when he stepped out of the backyard gate, Yan Zheng stopped and looked back, Fang Miao followed his line of sight, there was a lotus pond in the middle of the courtyard, and then there was a guest hall along the east and west sides, and there was nothing special.

"We haven't visited a Buddha statue since we came, have we?" Fang Miao tugged at the corner of his clothes.

Yan Zheng was silent for two seconds and nodded.

"It's all here, so why don't you just worship here. "She's bright-eyed and sincere.

“…… It's good. ”

They did not prostrate themselves, but stood side by side one step away from the threshold of the mountain gate, folded their hands, closed their eyes and prayed silently.

After the two turned to leave, the door of a guest room opened, and a woman in Tsing Yi walked out of it, carrying a string of Buddhist beads in her hand.

On the way down the mountain, Fang Miao always held Yan Zheng's hand tightly, and when he finally reached the bottom of the mountain, his palms were covered with a thin layer of sweat.

She was still walking forward, Yan Zheng stopped at his feet, and with a slight force of his arm, he pulled Fang Miao into his arms, and his other hand passed around her waist, and then his deep voice fell on her ears.

"She's not dissatisfied with you......"

"You don't have to explain, I understand. Fang Miao's hand wrapped around his waist behind him, "What I care about has always been your mind and your emotions, so don't be sad and sad, I will give you a complete home." ”

Yan Zheng was stunned for a moment, and when she realized that she was comforting herself, the haze in her heart suddenly dissipated, and she couldn't help but bend her lips and smile: "Then it's decided, I will hand over my future, my time, and the joy of the rest of my life to you, and you will be responsible for him." ”

Hearing this, Fang Miao smiled slightly, "Okay." But now that I think about it, it's good that you confessed early, otherwise we would still be together?"

"Yes!"

"Why?"

He seemed to think about it very seriously, and his voice was clear: "When people who are destined to join hands meet each other, sometimes it only takes a look and a movement to touch the truth. ”

At the foot of the mountain, you can also see the red brick wall of the temple, the green mountains in the distance, the mountain spring trickles into a stream and flows along the four directions, nourishing the bamboo forest under the mountain, this worldly beauty, like a landscape painting outlined by thick ink, and the two people who embrace each other at the foot of the mountain do not compete with the sun and the moon, not like the stars, but they are peerless, and they are the people in the painting.