Subeicheng stood quietly aside, looking up at the big tree that was worshipped by people.

It happened that a pair of young lovers came out of the Yuelao Temple, and the girl dragged the boy to write on the wood-colored paper, and then, after the girl added a few strokes to it, she solemnly hung it on the treetops.

Those who come to the old temple of the moon are nothing more than marriage.

Su Beicheng doesn't need to look at it to know that nine times out of ten, the couple has written their own rhetoric about love, nothing remarkable.

Su Beicheng has always disbelieved in these superstitions, and Su Beicheng felt that since he had the kung fu to come to the mountain to make a wish, it was better to sink down and think about how to solve the problem.

Su Beicheng thought so, but when he saw pairs of couples sitting together

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