Depart early the next day. Hongshan Temple is worthy of being a clean place, far away from the city, the air is fresh, and the wind on the top of the mountain is very gentle, blowing the clouds very lightly. The temple is antique, extraordinarily spacious, pilgrims come and go, lotus flags hang in the wind and fly, from the temple comes a clear sound of Buddhist scriptures chanting, and a very regular sound of wooden fish percussion.

Song Shinuo took the incense handed by the Dharma Office, and Huo Yizhou followed the crowd inside, first passing through the Buddhist hall. There are many Buddha statues around the Buddha hall, and the most central one is facing the sky, looking down at the ecology with compassion. There is no shortage of people bowing on the futon, their demeanor is pious, and the merit box is very modern next to it, equipped with an electronic screen, scanning the code to donate, and the name and amount are scrolling in it.

Huo Yizhou watched coldly, put one hand in his pocket a little indifferently, and couldn't help but raise his eyebrows and smile: "It's quite advanced." ”

Buddha music lingered, and countless lowered heads lined him out of place. Huo Yizhou casually leaned against the edge of the door, his eyes penetrated, and he firmly followed Song Shinuo in front of him-

Seeing that she also folded her hands, she bowed slightly in front of the Buddha statue with her eyes half-lowered, her expression was light, and she looked very polite. After doing this, she slowly got up and walked over from the mat to him, Huo Yizhou asked, "What wish did you make?" ”

Unexpectedly, Song Shinuo shook his head and said in a low voice: "I don't believe this." ”

I don't believe it, but in Song Shinuo's cognition, there is a rule called "adaptation rules", so she can integrate without any superfluous emotions and can't find mistakes. From this angle, you can clearly see her long eyelashes that droop slightly, covered with small patches of pale light and shadow, making her whole person detached and well-behaved and harmless.

Song Shinuo paused, and asked suspiciously: "What about you?" You don't believe it either? ”

"Believe it or not." Huo Yizhou raised his eyebrows, leaned closer, pressed against her ear, blew lightly, and said half-jokingly: "I have done a lot of bad things since I was a child, but I have never seen any Buddha punish me." ”

"So, I'd better worship myself than worship it."

His voice was soft, warm and low, and he embodied the pride in his bones, but it was as if this person should have been like this, without disobedience. The pinna suddenly opened and flushed, Song Shinuo took half a step back, subconsciously looked around, confirmed that there were no other monks next to him, and pursed his lower lip: "You'd better speak louder." ”

She glared at him nonchalantly, "I don't want to be asked out with you." ”

Out of the Buddha Hall, walk 100 meters to the east, and the backyard comes into view.

Almost as soon as I stepped in, my eyes were drawn to it. There is a very tall banyan tree in the courtyard, which is very conspicuous, and a monk dressed in sea green is bending down to sweep the fallen leaves on the ground, and from time to time he looks up and introduces: "This is a spiritual tree that is older than our temple, and it has been nearly a thousand years." ”

The gust of wind blows, and the countless red silks hanging from the branches flutter, which looks magnificent, and the handwriting attached to the ribbons is new or old, and some have faded after the rain and sun. "Donors can also write and tie it, no matter the content, they will be blessed by the blessing of the aura, and the peace can be complete."

The implication is that it doesn't matter if you don't believe it, they all say that ancient trees have spirits, and prayers are a good omen, and they are a kind of concrete sustenance.

Song Shinuo was silent for a moment and asked, "Can you ask for anything?" ”

"Naturally, you can ask for anything." The monk smiled and repeated, "Health, fame, studies, but the most important thing here is to hope for marriage." He said "Amitabha", handed over the pen and the brand-new ribbon, Song Shinuo did not refuse, bent down and wrote attentively and seriously. At last, he stood on tiptoe, found a slightly taller branch, and tied it carefully.

The monk invited: "Girl, seeing that you are destined, you might as well move with me to the small ancestral hall on the side, where there is a chance to ask for a free visa today." ”

Huo Yizhou glanced at Song Shinuo and signaled that she could go with confidence, and he waited in place. Pilgrims came and went under the tree, and from time to time there were those who stopped to tie red silk devoutly, and when they passed by, they quietly threw themselves at Huo Yizhou with a scrutinizing eye - I only felt that the man was tall, with a pair of peach blossom eyes bewitching, and he exuded an unscrupulous atmosphere.

In fact, when it comes to temples, Huo Yizhou has also been to a lot. In the end, the economy of City A is not good, and in his eyes, this biggest scenic spot still feels small and simple. He recalled a Buddhist temple on a certain highway in Kyoto, and had accompanied the old man Huo to worship incense during the Chinese New Year the year before last, which was considered ordinary, but the temple still had three layers of cornices, and countless ever-bright lamps were burning in the hall, and there were endless monks. Even the abbot had to come out and accompany him personally.

It's just that I've seen too much, so I don't believe it anymore, whether it's bowing or praying, Huo Yizhou treats them as a trick for children who deceive himself, but there is no time when he is as curious as now. He was too curious, so he raised his hand in his heart, and just twisted the ribbon written by Song Shinuo accurately, and unfolded it little by little.

Huo Yizhou frowned, and where her eyes fell, what she had brewed extremely seriously was not a paragraph or a wish, but simply two letters:

YH

What do you mean? Firework? Regretful? Eternity? Or is it the code name of which research project in the laboratory?

His mind was racing and thinking, and it happened that there was a young couple arguing next to him: "What did you write?" ”

"It's not easy to color, it's hard to write, so I'll write it simply, and the abbreviation is good. LAT, the initials of my and your last name, A is the meaning of and. ”

"How can there be such a thing! Dead science student thinking! There are so many people with L and T as surnames in the world, how can the gods know that it is the two of us! ”

"Heh, according to your logic, there are more people calling me by name, and your name is even more popular, is it possible to open your eyes and touch your blind to match casually when you are not old?"

“......”

The chatter continued, and Huo Yizhou suddenly became blessed with a heart, suspecting: YH may be taken from the second word of the two people's names, Huo Yizhou's Yi, and Song Shinuo's Shi. This interpretation is very self-made and far-fetched, less than half a second after his birth, he himself laughed self-deprecatingly first, and said in his heart that he was stunned when he entered the play of chasing people.

What kind of feelings to talk about, he approached Song Shinuo as a target, and the limit of curiosity can be reached. Huo Yizhou didn't know where this inexplicable sense of concern came from, he recited it silently twice with a lot of self-deception, and let go of his hand lightly. Losing his restraints, the ribbon immediately flew up with the wind, Huo Yizhou tilted his head, and when he saw Song Shinuo coming out, he hid his emotions very well, and changed his expression to meet him: "How is it, do you have an interpretation of the signature?" ”

"Hmm." Song Shinuo nodded, pinched the handle of the sign and briefly showed his eyes, and his thumb deliberately covered the word "marriage" engraved at the end: "Sign down." ”

......

Although the pace of life in He'an Lane is slow, the days still pass as usual. Huo Yizhou stayed for four days, and finally waited until the end of the holiday to return to Kyoto with Song Shinuo.

Before leaving, Shi Yun went out to see them to the entrance of the alley, she was going back to the school to change the teaching plan, with a stern face as usual, and the atmosphere had no sense of parting at all. Song Shinuo carried his bag, accustomed to a natural appearance, turned his head and waved goodbye to her, and then sat in Huo Yizhou's car.

The car drove out two streets, and when he passed by the entrance of Xinhua Bookstore, Song Shinuo went down to buy a mathematics journal and prepared to read it on the road. After she came back after choosing, she was bowing her head to fasten her seat belt, and suddenly heard Huo Yizhou say:

"When I saw this big red signboard, I suddenly had a little impression."

"Speaking of which, I've been here before, when a little girl sat in the door and cried." His tone was nonchalant, apparently only a momentary reminder and a casual chat. The memory is very faint: "She squatted on the steps of the bookstore, buried her face between her knees and did not show it at all, and her shoulders shook and shook, because she cried so sadly, which left a deep impression on me." ”

On weekdays at eight or nine o'clock, those who should buy groceries should finish buying early and leave early for school, there are not many people on the street, and occasionally the horns of cars passing by, everything seems very quiet. Song Shinuo was a little stunned, turned to look at him on his back, and his voice trembled imperceptibly: "...... When? ”

"I'm in the summer vacation of my third year of junior high school? I don't remember exactly. Probably with Lin Weiyao and another cousin who had just come of age, he showed us his newly modified SUV from Kyoto to P City, and had to pass through the suburbs of City A on the way, but the navigation guide was wrong and he drove here. I'll go down and buy water. The corners of Huo Yizhou's lips twitched, his hand was on the steering wheel, and his tone of voice when describing it was not serious:

"The little girl cried so pitifully that I touched her head and didn't speak, like a little mute, and there was blood on her arm. After I finished buying water, I went to the pharmacy next door to buy cotton swabs and iodine wine, and borrowed a pen to leave her a note with a smiling face. ”

"Oh." Huo Yizhou smiled and added, "I'm afraid that the note will fly away, and I pressed the bottle of oat milk on it." ”