Zhou Moruo stared at him for two seconds, and the little boy turned his head away, "Please give me a ticket,"

Zhou Moruo took a ticket from the table and handed it to him, smiling, "150 yuan,"

The little boy put the money on the table, reached out and took the ticket, and bowed his head politely, "Thank you,"

Zhou Moruo saw a red mark on his neck, and only for a moment, the boy raised his head, turned around and left,

Zhou Moruo frowned, she always felt that something was a little strange, but there were guests who came to buy tickets, so she didn't think about anything more.

After a while, Uncle Sun came back from dinner and took her class, and Zhou Moruo went to various attractions to see if there was anything that needed help.

There were a lot of people gathered in the prayer temple, Zhou Moruo carefully walked into the main hall, several statues were already kneeling in front of people, closing his eyes and begging for a sign, Zhou Moruo changed into a professional robe, helped a few people read the content of the sign, listened to their thanks, felt really uncomfortable, put down the sign, turned around and walked to the backyard,

The wishing tree in the backyard has not been tidied up, so the opening time has been delayed to the evening, Zhou Moruo thought that there was no one, but as soon as he entered the door, he saw a thin figure kneeling under the tree not far away,

She flicked the sleeves of her wide robe, walked over curiously, and was stunned for a moment, was it the little boy who bought the ticket just now?

The little boy was very alert, and when he heard someone behind him, he immediately turned his head and met Zhou Moruo's eyes,

Zhou Moruo smiled at him in a friendly manner, the little boy's eyes swept over the robe on her body, turned his head without saying a word, and continued to kneel uprightly.

Zhou Moruo paused, walked to his side, and knelt down,

The little boy closed his palms, closed his eyes, muttered something softly in his mouth, his eyelashes were long and curly, covering his eyelids, and he looked very well-behaved.

Zhou Moruo looked at him sideways for a while, and then said softly, "The wish must be said out loud to be spiritual,"

The little boy opened his eyes, there was no emotion in his black pupils, and he glanced at Zhou Moruo, "Are you a Taoist priest?" ”

Zhou Moruo thought about it and shook his head, "I'm Aunt Dao,"

The little boy was stunned for a moment, he lowered his eyes, "Then can you grant my wish?" ”

His voice was so small that Zhou Moruo could barely hear what he said, and subconsciously asked, "What did you say?" ”

The little boy shook his head, "It's nothing," he closed his eyes again,

Zhou Moruo sighed secretly and asked again, "Since you want to make a wish, why don't you go and worship the Buddha?" ”

"Buddha?" The little boy laughed, "I don't believe in Buddhism,"

Zhou Moruo raised his eyebrows, "Do you think the tree is more effective than the Buddha?" ”

The little boy opened his eyes, "Buddhas are legends, people can't even see them, instead of believing in illusory things, it is better to believe in a little truth, at least the tree is alive,"

Zhou Moruo was silent for a long time, then looked up at the tall wishing tree, "What you said seems to have some truth,"

The little boy seemed a little surprised, "You actually believe what I say?" ”

Zhou Moruo hooked her lips, "I don't believe what you say, I just think that people should really believe in something, whether it is a Buddha or a tree, there is sustenance to live,"

The little boy turned his head sideways, "What about you?" What do you believe? ”

"Me", Zhou Moruo hugged his arms, "I believe in myself,"

The little boy put down his hand, "What does that mean?" ”