Where can Wang Zhen hide with Qingqing? I searched as I went, but unfortunately communication was not convenient in this era, otherwise I would have been able to find them immediately with a phone call. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Twenty-three years later, the temple scenery on the top of the mountain is still the same, but due to the difference in the season, it is a different state of mind.

It's a pity that I can't settle down, and maybe I need to go home more when I return to my own world.

The walled courtyard of the temple and the treasure roof of the main hall have not changed much from now, and there are more monks.

I hurriedly ran to an elderly monk and asked, "Master, do you see two tourists, a man and a woman, the woman is very young and only sixteen years old, and she speaks strangely." ”

The middle-aged monk looked at me, probably thinking that I didn't look like some bad person, and pointed me in the direction of the pagoda.

Is it really here?? Looks like my sixth sense is pretty accurate.

"Thank you, master――――――" I thanked with my fists, and ran to the pagoda behind the temple.

Far away, I saw two figures, sitting on the stone steps in front of the tower, talking and laughing.

Why is Wang Zhen so weird? If you go to the temple, you are not afraid that the Buddha will blame him. But if you think about it carefully, Gu Hao and I have also been here, forget it~ I'll take it back.

"Xiaowei?? What are you doing here? "Wang Zhen found me first and felt a little surprised.

"Why can't I come? Temples are not just open to you. I said as I walked in front of the two of them, who were sitting very close together, and I squeezed in and sat between them.

Wang Zhen almost fell to the ground because of my movements, and if I hadn't been his sister, I'm afraid I would have been angry a long time ago.

"Why?" I looked at Li Qingqing with a smile, she was still so innocent and lovely.

Qingqing spread out the piece of paper he was holding in front of me, and said softly: "Cousin, take me here to play, and draw a portrait for me." ”

I looked at the drawing paper, and the sketch on it was actually really good, drawing all the characteristics of Li Qingqing.

But I still glanced at Wang Zhen next to me with disdain, this guy saw that Xu Zhimo was not good at changing his routine.

"Brother~~ Why didn't I know you could draw? I hold chopsticks more times at home than I hold a pen, and when I see my cousin, I suddenly feel inspired?? ”

Before Wang Zhen could answer, Qingqing on the other side asked a little anxiously: "Isn't my cousin in the Academy of Fine Arts?" ”

"Art Academy..." I just remembered that Wang Zhen later worked as a teaching assistant at the college mentioned in the book, and it seems that he does have two brushes, but this is definitely not a factor that can prevent me from destroying the relationship between them.

I continued to say to Qingqing: "Ah, yes, yes, he learned to paint, there is no way that my brother didn't have enough brains when he was a child, and he couldn't read mathematics, physics and chemistry, so he had to be sent to learn art. ”

After saying that, I felt like I was being hit the head.

"It's not big or small, I'm your brother too." Wang Zhen stared at me angrily, and it seemed that he was really angry.

Facing the attack head-on is not the way, but the curve is the best way to save the beauty.

I smiled coquettishly and grabbed Wang Zhen's arm and shook it twice: "Brother~~ Don't be angry, I'm joking with my cousin." ”

"How can you be so joking, what do you want Qingqing to think of me." My subduedness still didn't calm Wang Zhen's anger.

"Cousin, I know you're talented, I can hear my cousin's jokes, don't be angry."

Qingqing's sentence was much easier to use than mine, and Wang Zhen lost his temper in an instant.

The two of them stood up as if ready to leave, and I followed without a chance to interject.

But to be honest, if it weren't for knowing the ending, Wang Zhen and Li Qingqing would really be a good match, talented and beautiful, both in terms of appearance and knowledge, and a little kinship should not affect marriage, if Wang Zhen can wait for Qingqing to give up the relationship with Song Siqi for one more year, this fate may not be happy.

As the old saying goes, I'd rather demolish ten temples than regret a marriage, shouldn't my smart head be too limited, and maybe the ending will be completely different if you let go of your thinking.

I am very conflicted, on the one hand, I am afraid that I will miss the best opportunity to save Li Qingqing, and on the other hand, I hope that she can get the love she wants to have.

On the way down the mountain, the green and hurried trees sheltered us from the scorching sun overhead, and I listened to the cries of the birds in the forest, and looked at the two people walking not far ahead, and my head was a mess.

While I was struggling, Qingqing suddenly turned around and asked me, "Cousin, have you ever heard of a pure white leaf?" ”

Before I could react, Wang Zhen beside her said curiously: "How can there be pure white leaves?" Leaves photosynthesize because they are green, and they can't survive if they're white, right? ”

"There really is~~" Qingqing said and took out a small notebook from the small bag hanging on his waist, carefully opened a page and handed it to Wang Zhen to read.

I walked up to them and looked over, and there was a small leaf in the middle of the page, which was a little yellowish, but it should be white when it was fresh.

This is a white paper fan, I thought to myself.

The king looked at the leaf in amazement, as if he didn't quite believe his eyes.

"How could there be such a thing?"

"It's called a white paper fan, but it doesn't actually tie leaves, it just grows like leaves." Qingqing explained to Wang Zhen the origin of the white paper fan as she walked, which she had brought from her distant hometown.

I could see that Wang Zhen was also full of curiosity about the place where Qingqing lived.

Should this marriage be broken or not? How to break? It didn't seem like I could have anyone to help me with advice, and I didn't realize how powerless I was until now. Don't talk about demons and monsters, even simple emotional disputes can't be handled well, and it is too self-conscious to talk about helping people change their lives against the sky.

If Gu Liang was here, maybe he could help Li Qingqing with his fingers, and I delayed a day's work, but everything was still on the same track.

Towards the end of the evening, Wang Zhen and I sent Qingqing back to the Wang family compound, and I didn't dare to sleep with her tonight. Following Wang Zhen back to his home, I think it is necessary to have a good chat with this so-called brother and listen to what he thinks. I have watched the fate of Li Qingqing in "White Paper Fan", but I don't know what happened to Wang Zhen later, his wife committed suicide, his lover went crazy, and his ending should not be optimistic.

Recalling the generations of the Wang family in Xu Lao's mouth, it can be regarded as a single transmission when Wang Zhen arrives, and the family that has broken its roots has been completely defeated since then, and it is a little sad to think about it.

I didn't say much when I got home, and Wang Zhen looked at me with more worry in his eyes.

"Xiaowei, are you alright?"

Taking him by the hand, I went into my room, which was the same as I had been yesterday, with the window open, a wooden bed under it, and tall branches almost peeking in.

"Brother~~ I have something to ask you." My serious expression made Wang Zhen a little nervous.