In the end, Mingyou wrote down the wish he had made on red paper.

The red paper is put to pen.

Carefully fold it, stuff it into a wooden sign, and throw it on a tree to hang on.

He only threw it once, and then hung it on the tree.

Because of the snow, the snow was too thick, and many tourists could not hang up their wooden signs smoothly and fell on the snow one after another.

Some people are superstitious, some people are lost, and some people insist on throwing until they are thrown up.

Mingyou's throw attracted the attention of many passers-by, and some people came to ask him how he threw it, so accurately.

Who knows, I only heard Mingyou say: "It's just a Buddha's fate, and my wooden sign can be hung because the Buddha has accepted my wish and my piety." ”

It's okay not to say it, but it's angry to death.

Are they not religious?!

The traveler who came to inquire was full of embarrassment.

Mu Kuyan laughed on the side, and his little shoulders shook.

This is also the first time she has seen such a cute side of her brother.

It makes people laugh and cry.

However, Mu Kuyan soon learned to be quiet, and wrote the wish he had just made in front of the Buddha on red paper, and then stuffed it into a wooden sign and threw it on the sacred tree to hang.

It's just that the wood withered face may be because the clothes are too thick and the movements are too stiff.

The wooden sign was only half a distance away from the tree, and then it fell and lay still on the ground.

Mu Kuyan: "......"

Mingyu's gaze quickly looked over and saw the wooden sign that fell to the ground.

I saw the little girl running over quickly, picking up the wooden card, rubbing her hands, and throwing it again.

This time, it was a little higher than just now, but it was still not enough distance from the tree.

Mu Kuyan was a little frustrated.

But she picked it up and continued to throw it.

Once at a time, there will always be a time to throw it.

Mingyou smiled helplessly, and walked over to help Mu Kuyan pick up the wooden sign that had just fallen, "I'll come." ”

Mu Kuyan grabbed it and didn't let Mingyou take it away, "No, brother, this is my wish to write, I have to throw it up and hang it myself, brother, you can't come to help." ”

"Are you sure you can throw it?" Mingyou asked rhetorically.

Mu Kuyan said stubbornly: "I'll throw it." ”

"Okay, I'll wait for you."

Seeing that the little girl was so stubborn, Mingyou didn't want to say anything like helping her throw it, just stood aside and watched her throw it.

The slag curled up in Mu Kuyan's ears is really unbearable.

"Master, I don't think you can throw it away like this." The slag is telling the truth.

Mu Kuyan was stunned, his dark eyes stared at the wooden card in his hand, "I can't throw it away, is it because my wish is too much?" ”

"Master, what wish did you make?" The slag cleaner asked.

Mu Kuyan took out the red paper sandwiched in the wooden sign, and a line of delicate pen handwriting was written on it: [I hope that the best companionship is that I am always on the road, and my brother is always by my side. All I have to do is turn around and see him, touch him, hug him. 】

The slag saw that line of words.

In the end, persuasion turned into silence.

At this time, Mingyou walked over.

The slag knew that Mingyou was coming, but he didn't remind Mu Kuyan.

Mingyou, who was standing beside Mu Kuyan, looked down and saw the red paper in Mu Kuyan's hand, which was spread out by her.

I also saw the line of words on the red paper.

After being silent for a few seconds, Mingyou stretched out his hand and took the red paper and wooden plaque in Mu Kuyan's hand.

Stuffed the red paper into the wooden card in three or two times, his arm was slightly raised, and the wooden card in his hand was thrown to the tree......