"You...... You little girl! What nonsense are you talking about? I'm an old man who will lie to you? Uncle obviously didn't expect this young girl to have such a strong aura, and she didn't have a sense of respecting the old and loving the young.

Meng Wenyi glanced at him condescendingly.

"Talking paused, stammering, you didn't expect me to say this, so you're a little flustered now" She glanced at the old man, paused and continued, "I said what you thought in your heart, you will be so angry, but you can't understand and scold me, you can only play the sympathy card with luck, am I right?" ”

"You...... Don't talk nonsense, it's obvious that the kid hit me, you ...... You must be in this group."

"Your eyes flickered when you spoke, and you didn't dare to look at me, which means that you are weak-hearted, and you want to frame me when you are angry" Meng Wenyixiu frowned, and a cold light appeared in her eyes covered with ice and snow, "Isn't it?" ”

She stared coldly at the uncle's panicked expression, the onlookers were stunned, the scene was very quiet, no one thought that this cold-looking girl could see a person's mind so clearly.

The uncle's face lying on the ground has become very ugly, his hands are tightly pulling the corners of his clothes, constantly rubbing, and his eyes seem to be looking for where to escape.

"Go back quickly" Meng Wenyi didn't embarrass the uncle, she was quiet for a while, stepped forward to help him up, and patted the dust on his body.

Then he turned to look at the blue school uniform standing on the side in a daze, the boy was about eleven or twelve years old, because he was scared and anxious, his eyes were already red.

When Meng Wenyi looked at him, he was holding his bicycle and looking at her at a loss.

She glanced at him calmly, seemingly indifferent to the boy's fear and panic.

Then she didn't say another word and silently left the crowd.

When she passed, the onlookers automatically made way for her, and the road was still busy and lively, but the sidewalk here was surprisingly quiet, and almost everyone looked back in the direction she left.

Her long hair hung down to her waist, and a breeze blew through it, and the corners of her red dress fluttered in the wind, as if a rose had bloomed in its prime.

Meng Wenyi saw Lin Shuang and Shen Muhan.

The gaze stayed for only a few seconds and then looked away flatly, without nodding or smiling, as if they had never known each other.

The eyes were like snow, lingering all year round, so cold that there was no trace of emotion.

It was as if all she saw was a tree, a stone, or even a piece of air.

Lin Shuang looked at the corner of her red skirt until the figure finally disappeared before retracting her gaze, but Shen Muhan didn't seem to follow the red figure, he kept looking at her when she looked at Meng Wenyi.

Lin Shuang came back to her senses and was a little embarrassed.

"Let's go," Shen Muhan said softly.

He had his hands in his pockets, his back was tall and handsome, and the sun was falling on his shoulders, and he didn't seem to look as thin as before.

Lin Shuang didn't say a word and trotted to follow.

"There are colder people in the world than you," she murmured.

She used to think that Meng Wenyi and Shen Muhan were somewhat similar, but now it seems that they are completely more than equal, Shen Muhan is just silent, but Meng Wenyi is indifferent.

One is autumn, the other is winter.

Shen Muhan paused and slowed down.

"You think I'm cold?" He glanced back at her, the shallow smile on his face was put away, and he regained that cold expression.

The same apathy and detachment as when we first met.

Lin Shuang was startled, and her whole heart lifted up and looked at him cautiously.

Is he angry?

But what was he angry about?

"Do you think I'm cold?" He asked again, but his expression was a little softer.

This sentence made him angry? Is there anything wrong?

"No, it's your classmates who say you're indifferent, I didn't say that," she explained in a whisper.

Shen Muhan didn't speak.

It was a long time before he asked softly, "What do you think of me?" ”

Yes?

Lin Shuang looked up at him in surprise.

But he looked at her very seriously, his expression was extremely serious, and he seemed to care very much about her answer.

How do you say that?

What she thought he was like.

Before she could figure out how to answer, she heard his voice come from the front.

"Let's go, we have seven hours and twenty minutes left"

Lin Shuang was stunned for a moment.

Is he still going to take her to play?

Seven hours and twenty-four minutes, she subconsciously took out her mobile phone to look at the time, and counted it again, and found that he even counted her access control, and there were about seven hours left at eleven o'clock in the evening.

But does he remember it so clearly?

Sitting in the passenger seat, with music on, it was very comfortable, so Lin Shuang fell asleep again.

She didn't know how long she had been asleep, and when she was woken up by Shen Muhan in a daze, the two were already in a strange place.

In front of him was a mountain, the trees were lush and green, and the evening sun sprinkled the forest like gold to reflect a large warm yellow golden light, a turquoise staircase stretched up, and a four-corner pavilion was faintly seen on the top of the mountain.

At this time, there are very few people going up the mountain, and the surroundings are very quiet, and from time to time there are birds and insects chirping into the ears, and a temple stands quietly on the top of the mountain.

Lin Shuang had never been to this kind of place, and she had never entered the temple, so she was a little excited for a while.

Entering through the dark red temple gate, walking through the clean and simple stone road, there is a courtyard planted with some unknown flowers and plants in front of you, and the evening sun falls into the whole temple as if sleepy, quiet and peaceful.

The silence and emptiness in the main hall are even more cold, and the eyes are a dull color, and several golden Buddhas sit in the center, with a dignified and solemn expression.

Even Lin Shuang, a person who did not believe in Buddhism, was infected by this atmosphere, she knelt down and bowed.

Shen Muhan stood still.

She lowered her head to hear footsteps beside her, as if someone was slowly approaching, then stood beside her, and after a moment knelt down gently.

It's not Shen Muhan, it should be someone else.

When Lin Shuang raised his head, he glanced at the man slightly.

The girl's long hair reached her waist, and the ends of her hair were curly, and she was kneeling on the ground with her head stuck in the futon, and her face could not be seen with her head stuck in the futon, and the fiery red skirt contrasted strongly with the dull color of the hall, which was even more dazzling.

Lin Shuang was slightly stunned.

It was actually Meng Wenyi.

Lin Shuang saw her slowly raise her head, she didn't seem to notice that the person next to her was her, she stared at the big Buddha in front of her with a solemn expression for a long time.

Then she folded her hands and closed her eyes to make a wish.

The willow eyebrows frowned slightly, the lips were gently pursed, and the expression was very pious and solemn.

Does Meng Wenyi actually believe in this kind of thing? Lin Shuang looked at her a few more times in surprise.

She slowly opened her eyes as if she had made a wish, and finally noticed the sight beside her, and she also turned her head sideways.

Seeing Lin Shuang, she was obviously stunned for a moment.

But he quickly regained his cold appearance, just nodded slightly at Lin Shuang, and then got up to leave.

Lin Shuang was silent for a while and then stood up.

Shen Muhan was still standing on the side, his eyes fell on her calmly, and when he saw her get up, he smiled shallowly and walked towards her slowly.

It didn't seem to be a little surprised by Meng Wenyi's appearance just now.

I didn't even see Meng Wenyi at all.