Rong Qi didn't believe in Buddhism, and waited outside for Chi Yan to finish the incense.

Contemplatively, the astringent cold wind blew across her eyebrows, staring at the magnificent scene in front of her.

The figure in the hall moved, stepped over the threshold and walked out, the candlelight swaying a little.

Chi Yan lowered his eyebrows and held her hand and put it into his palm, "Rongqi." "The palms of my hands were very warm, covered with a thin layer of calluses.

"Huh?"

He continued: "Perch." "His voice was heavy.

Rong Qi turned his head sideways and met his gaze, "What's wrong?" ”

He shook his head and chuckled: "It's okay, I just want to call you more." ”

I'm afraid you won't remember me, so I want to call you more

I don't know when, a lot of people gathered in the side hall, lined up to ask for a signature, I heard that the Nanyin Temple's request for a sign has always been very accurate, Rong Qi came to some interest.

When the two of them passed, the line was a little long, Rongqi had a bit of rhinitis, habitually wore masks, and lined up quietly with his hands in his pockets.

Chi Yan stood behind her, his eyes were soft, and there was a rare smile in his eyes, which came from his heart.

Her slender fingers secretly curled her hair, and her snort was full of her fragrance, and her heart was inexhaustible.

It's okay, it's okay if you can't remember me.

The team moved quite quickly, and it didn't take long for the two of them to arrive, on a long table, there were two round wooden cylinders, one on the left and one on the right, and the monks who were more than half a hundred years old in charge of guarding them recited the words of Amitabha Buddha and asked them to draw lots together.

Rong Qi picked up the wooden tube, held it and shook it, almost falling out of a bamboo stick with Chi Yan on the other side.

She picked up the bamboo skewer and read it out word by word: "Daji." ”

He looked at Chi Yan's hand.

It's also good luck.

Chi Yan's hand moved to her side, so that she could see clearly, and the corners of her lips were almost imperceptibly curled in a small arc.

The monk smiled, "Amitabha, all births are fateful, all are related, all sentient beings cannot escape the word, born from person to person, different from person to person, don't go the wrong way." ”

Chi Yan handed back the bamboo stick, his complexion was still pale and tired, and he didn't say a word.

Rong Qi didn't understand, pinching the bamboo stick.

The monk looked at her, his voice was as thin as smoke, "Turn back to the shore, if you can, look back more." ”

"Rongqi."

Someone called her behind her, Rong Qi turned around, stunned, and unexpectedly saw Rong Huaijing here.

Today, it is rare that he is not wearing a pink suit that has not changed for thousands of years, but is wearing a white down jacket, which is not bloated on him, carrying the wind and snow, the whole person exudes a clean and elegant temperament.

"Why are you here?"

Rong Huaijing immediately noticed the cold and noble man beside her, and when he saw the two people standing very close, he pulled Rong Qi over.

"Little conscienceless, my brother heard that you were sealed on the Autumn Mountain, so he came to see you." Rong Huaijing is a native of Beijing, and he speaks with a bit of a noble Beijing accent, combined with a light tone, which makes people unaware of it.

He looked at Chi Yan and raised his eyebrows obliquely, "Who is this?" ”

There are three thousand stunning colors in the world, but they can't match the person in front of them, an inch of autumn waves, there are not many pearls in Qianhu, and the eyebrows are picturesque.

"Chi Yan," he stretched out his hand, with a thin smile on his face, very gentlemanly.

Rong Huaijing glanced at the little sister next to him meaningfully, and reached out to shake hands with him.

The three of them standing together were really eye-catching, someone had already started whispering, and the girl took out her mobile phone to take pictures, but was stopped by Chen Shi, who was not far away, and gave a warning not lightly.

"Brother, my boyfriend." She introduced it loudly, and she rarely called him brother.

Rong Huaijing looked at this for a while, looked at that for a while, and the longer he looked at it, the more he felt that this man was so familiar, he remembered it well, but he only remembered it vaguely.