Tonight's good time is like a dream, the beauty invites Baolian Temple, how can Shangguan Xue be happy?

It's just that Shangguan Xue understands that Ji Lin is a benevolent and righteous gentleman, and Dong Xun'er is knowledgeable, it seems that such a dirty thing, I think it shouldn't happen to the two of them, right?

"Sister-in-law, are you just watching your eldest brother go to take your sister?"

Seeing Shangguan Xue looking at Ji Lin's distant back in a daze, Beichen Yumo was a little stunned.

"I'm not jealous." Shangguan Xue shook her head, only then did she think of Beichen Yumo, and actually called herself "sister-in-law", and two red glows suddenly flew on her 'little' and 'face'.

"Women are really troublesome, or Lao Tzu's wine is good, happy, aha."

Although Beichen Yumo is powerful, he is dedicated to cultivating the Tao, and he does not understand the affairs of men and women, and he is immediately a little inexplicable.

……

Nantian Buddha country, the eaves of Baolian Temple are curved, the left side is the Fahua pagoda that is tall and tall like a cloud, the Buddha's heart points to the sky, and the treasure is solemn.

Dong Xun'er was dressed in green like green bamboo rhyme, and was standing on the vermilion steps of the Daxiong Treasure Hall.

She was slim, and the evening breeze was gentle, blowing Dong Xun'er's skirt.

There seem to be fireflies flying gently all around, and the maple leaves in the sky are like fire, as if lighting up the silent night sky.

Boom!

The sound of the twilight drum from afar, although it sounded from afar, seemed to knock on Dong Xun'er's heart, and there were ripples.

"Grandmother, ninety years ago, you said that you would like to win the hearts of one person, and the white heads will not be separated."

"But why didn't your big brother Wolong come to you from beginning to end?"

Dong Xun'er glanced at it, and the sign in her hand was full of emotion.

……

Dong Qingzhu was a strange woman during the Republic of China. In his early years, he was an orphan. But with his own efforts. Knowledgeable and reasonable, continuous learning and progress.

Dong Qingzhu was even more in her girlhood, crossing the ocean alone, studying in Tokyo, and learning a skill.

Such a character, she is peerless in Tokyo and has poured countless young talents.

But in the most beautiful Shaohua in her life, she rejected the prosperity she had never seen.

She was alone. He also embarked on the road of returning to his roots.

Without him, just to win the hearts of one person, the white heads are not separated, that's all.

Supporting Dong Qingzhu's belief in returning to China is not the ambition of Kuang Fu Sheji, but just a promise made by "him" back then.

"Brother Wolong, when I return in three years, will you come and pick me up?"

That year, the smoke in Jiangnan was hazy, and the girl's "little" and "face" were slightly red, and she gently said her wishes.

"As you wish." Ji Lin nodded. Outstanding personability.

The girl's face seemed to be even redder.

"Brother. OK...... Hug me? ”

The girl raised her head boldly, and her black and shiny eyes were full of expectation.

"When you arrive in a foreign country, you should take care of yourself alone, and if you have any difficulties, remember to write to me."

Ji Lin gently held the girl in his arms, his eyes as kind as a brother.

However, in the girl's little heart, how can she be willing to be Ji Lin's sister?

……

The past is like the wind, the years are long, and it is 90 years later.

"Amitabha, Miss Dong, it's windy tonight, I'm afraid there will be rain."

"You've been hosting an auction for a day, why don't you go back to the room and rest first?"

With a Buddha call, the old monk walked over gently, looking at Dong Xun'er's eyes full of kindness.

"Master, you ...... Remember what my grandmother looked like? Dong Xun'er looked back and smiled, as if she was a hundred charms.

"Naturally, I remember that in the nineties, the poor monk was just a small novice."

"That year, Baolian Temple had not yet been repaired, and Miss Qingzhu came here to visit my master."

"When I asked for a signature, I was still on my side."

Turning the prayer beads of his fingers, the old monk's old eyes were full of feelings for the years.

In 1924, Dong Qingzhu was in his prime, and it was the best age for women to be like flowers.

Although she was not rich at that time, she was also emerging in the business world.

That year, Baolian Temple was still under construction, and Dong Qingzhu went to Xiangjiang to talk about the project.

When she passed by Baolian Temple, she asked an old Zen master for a signature.

The old Zen master is the master of the old monk, an old Zen master who is very famous in Xiangjiang.

Now Dong Qingzhu and the old Zen master have passed away with the wind, leaving only the old monk dying.

History seems to be repeating itself amazingly, and now Dong Xun'er is in her prime, and in the hands of the old monk, she has obtained a signature.

This time, Dong Xun'er came to Baolian Temple, not only to offer incense to her grandmother and repay her wishes, but also to imitate Dong Qingzhu back then.

"Everyone in the world thinks that my grandmother has a glorious life, but I don't know that she is sad for a lifetime."

"Although I want to win the heart of one person, but there are so many men in the world that they are all greedy for my face."

"But they don't know that this firework is easy to be cold, Shaohua is easy to pass away, and there will be a time when the red face will be white."

"The love between men and women is important in the heart, and if the heart cherishes each other, this love will last for a long time."

Dong Xun'er is a courtesan in Shu, and she is also well-known in Xiangjiang, and has seen countless young talents.

But these people only care about Dong Xun'er's delicate appearance, which makes Dong Xun'er very disappointed.

Could it be that in this vast sea of people, is there really no one? Can you be of the same heart as yourself?

"Miss Dong." Just when Dong Xun'er was confused, a rich male voice rich in magnetic 'sex' came with the wind.

In the light of the night, Ji Lin's majestic figure gradually became clear in Dong Xun'er's autumn eyes.

"Mr. Ji, you're here." Dong Xun'er smiled slightly, smiling very brightly.

"Brother Wolong, are you here?"

Looking at the smiling face in front of him, Ji Lin's footsteps paused slightly, and he only felt as if he had seen the innocent girl back then.

"Little Sister Qingzhu." Ji Lin bowed his head and whispered.

As soon as the words fell, dark clouds rolled in the void.

The green bamboo in the Baolian Temple that was blown by the wind trembled, and it also blew Dong Xun'er's long hair.

Everything, déjà vu, made Ji Lin stunned, and his heart was full of feelings.

"Mr. Ji, you ...... Do you believe that there are immortals in this world? ”

Stroking her hair, Dong Xun'er asked cautiously.

"Immortals? Do you believe there is? Ji Lin frowned and asked with some amusement.

Speaking of which, Ji Lin felt that today was really strange, first Li Jiangshan asked himself about immortality, and now Dong Xun'er also asked, could this be the will of heaven?

Li Jiangshan and Ji Lin originated seventy years ago, and Ji Lin and Dong Xun'er never knew each other in the past, why does Dong Xun'er ask such questions today?

"Of course I do." Dong Xun'er nodded, her eyes like autumn waves were full of bright light:

"In the past, my grandmother once said that if she could live forever, she would definitely stand on the broken bridge on the West Lake and wait, waiting for the day when Brother Wolong came back."

"If there was such a day, she would have to ask him, ask him why...... Don't come to the three-year appointment? ”

Dong Xun'er has held these secrets in her heart for many years and has never told anyone about them.

But today, I don't know why, Dong Xun'er actually invited Ji Lin to come here between the ghosts and gods, and told the secret that had been hidden in her heart for many years.

It's as if after he says these things, he can get the answer from Ji Lin.

"It wasn't that he didn't come back then, but he couldn't help himself, and he ...... back then" Ji Lin sighed slightly, and said Dong Xun's stunned words. (To be continued......)