Shen Run walked to the small enclosed house, where an elderly monk was selling prayer charms, which were different from those elsewhere, they were all kinds of auspicious knots woven with red rope, with red paper with auspicious blessings written on one end and a stone tied to the other.

The old monk was yawning, and when he saw someone coming to the door, his eyes immediately lit up, and he stood up and asked with a smile:

"What does the donor want to ask for?"

Shen Run glanced at the wood with the prayer charms, there were all kinds of charms, among which the concentric knots formed the most concentric talismans, and the big words "eternal knot concentric" on the red paper tied to the concentric talisman made it difficult for him to ignore it, he asked with a smile:

"Is it okay to ask for anything?"

"You can ask for anything, you can ask for wealth, longevity, marriage, consummation, family harmony, and prosperity."

"I just saw a lot of concentric knots hanging on that red bean tree, but there are few others, what is the reason for this?"

When the old monk heard his words, he felt that his desire to sell other prayer charms was shattered, and this foreign guest must have come for the acacia tree.

"The benefactor probably has never heard of the legend of the tree, which is said to have the only daughter of a wealthy merchant in ancient times, and the girl was kind-hearted and generous, and was very popular with the people. This girl fell in love with a descendant in the mountains, and the rich businessman thought that the man's family was poor, so he had to marry his daughter to an official son. The wedding date was approaching, and the latter snatched the girl out and fled into the mountains, not wanting to be chased by people before and after, the two of them were on that cliff, that is, and jumped down hand in hand. A few days later, a red bean tree that had not existed suddenly appeared on the edge of the cliff, and the villagers believed that it was an auspicious tree after the death of the lovers, and prayed to the tree, and many young men and women even regarded the tree as a marriage tree, and rushed to pray for marriage. As long as the names of men and women are written on concentric knots and thrown on trees, the higher the toss, the longer the lover will last. If the husband and wife come together, it will bless the couple for the rest of their lives and be united forever. ”

Shen Run felt fresh, he had never done such a thing, although the legend in the old monk's mouth seemed to him to be full of loopholes and funny, maybe the old monk made it up himself, but he had to admit that the meaning was very beautiful.

He glanced back at the morning light standing under the tree and looking at the canopy, did she know the legend and brought him here? She wants to be with him forever?

He didn't believe it very much, not that he didn't believe it, but if she didn't withdraw from the battle of the five kingdoms for a day, they couldn't be completely honest, and until now he still hoped that she could retreat into the harem for him, although he knew that it was unlikely.

She began to wish they could be with Michi, and he hoped too.

However, hope is only hope, which is why hope is written on the prayer symbol.

Shen Run picked a concentric knot, picked up the pen next to him, dipped it in ink, and wrote his name on the red paper. After he wrote down his name, he suddenly thought about how he should write her name, Chenguang is a title, Si Chen is not a serious name, if he writes the wrong name, the tree god will not bless them. While he felt that it was ridiculous that he was so serious, he neatly wrote down her name on the genealogy on the red paper-Si Xuechen.

That's her full name.

He took out the silver, and the old monk pointed to the merit box next to him, Shen Run felt funny, stuffed the silver into the merit box, carried the concentric knot, and turned around and walked towards the acacia tree.

……

Standing under the tree, she remembered a poem.

Red beans are born in the south, and a few branches are sent in spring. May you pick more, this thing is the most lovely.

In the barren sandy land, the young man showed off a little, wrote a poem neatly on the sand with a small wooden stick, and taught the little girl sitting in the sand to recite it sentence by sentence.

"Are the red beans the red beans, the red beans used to make bean paste steamed buns?" The little girl asked curiously, holding her thin and pale face, and swallowed her saliva. Because she had bitten two elders to death, her mother forbade her not to eat, and she was so hungry now. She didn't really want to bite those two people to death, she wanted to eat bean stuffed steamed buns more than biting people.

"It's acacia seeds, red beans are acacia seeds, legend has it that a woman died under the tree because her husband died in the side of the stopper, crying and dying under the tree, turned into red beans, people call it 'acacia seeds'." The young man was a little dissatisfied with her bent thinking about eating, and explained with a straight face. There are no bean paste steamed buns in the desert, only Cangqiu Country has bean paste steamed buns, and he also wants to eat it a little bit when he thinks about it.

He seemed homesick.

"Tears turned into red beans? It's so amazing, my tears can't turn into red beans, it's good to be able to turn into red beans, so I don't have to go hungry. ”

The boy knew that she was hungry and that he had nothing to eat, so he came over with a complicated mood, sat down beside her, and complained to her:

"Who told you to meddle!"

The little girl flattened her mouth disapprovingly, pretending to be a hero.

"By the way, there is a thousand-year-old red bean tree king on Siqing Mountain in Cangqiu country, and legend has it that as long as the concentric knot is hung on the red bean tree, you can bless your lover to become a family member and tie the knot forever, and when we leave Shengzi Mountain, I will take you to Siqing Mountain." The boy said happily.

The little girl didn't think they could leave the Holy Son Mountain, and she didn't really want to leave, she only knew the Holy Son Mountain, and never went out, and she was a little repulsed by the outside world, and she felt that it was safer to die in the dead man's pit than to escape.

But the teenager was happy, and she didn't want to extinguish his excitement.

"Is there any bean paste steamed buns there?" She asked.

The boy glanced at her, "Probably." ”

The little girl burst into laughter.

……

Morning Light looked at the lush canopy and took a deep breath.

Shen Run approached with the concentric knot, her face was a little strange, he was stunned for a moment, and asked:

"What's wrong?"

Chenguang shook his head, lowered his eyes, was silent for a moment, raised his eyes to look at him, and said:

"Sometimes I think it would be better if I was an ordinary girl, but I don't really want to be an ordinary girl. Maybe I should die in the Holy Son Mountain, but it's not good to die in it. Do I really want to live...... Well, I probably want to live......" Her words were fragmented and incoherent, making people inexplicable.

Shen Run looked at her.

"You don't understand what I'm saying, it's okay, I don't understand either." Chenguang said, looking up again at the top of the tree.

Shen Run looked at her side face, which was almost transparent by the sunlight.

"Maybe you want to run away from something, but you can't run away, you have to face it. Everyone has times when they are tired, and when they are tired, they are not accurate. He said.

Chenguang looked at him intently, looked at him for a while, curled his lips, and smiled.

"I bought it back." Shen Run showed her the concentric talisman in his hand.

"The higher you throw, the better, right?" Chenguang asked with a smile.

Shen Run nodded with a smile.

"I hate the name 'Si Xuechen'." She noticed the name on the concentric knot and frowned in displeasure.

"You're going to do it, the name is wrong, and I'm going to have to fly with someone else." He shoved the concentric knot into her hand, took her hand, and tossed the concentric knot with the red paper of prayer upward.