In the past, when I went up and down the mountain, my mouth would not be bitter
Ling Luoyu took over, and also took her shoulder, side eyes smile: "if you can draw a peach blossom, is it sweeter in the heart?"
"Peach blossom stick?" The water lady bit the ice sugar gourd, and her sour little nose frowned: "if I can get the peach blossom stick this year, I won't think about that man in my life, but I will spend the rest of my life with an ordinary man according to the arrangement of fate."
Two people look at each other, laugh out loud, hand in hand to the ladder.
However, Ling Luoyu looked at him quietly and sideways --
when a woman falls in love with a man, she will not fall in love with others easily.
Not to mention, this man was once so excellent.
It's not so easy for an ordinary man to replace him.
Unless, it is the woman who is willing to, aggrieve herself and transfer her emotion.
Otherwise, both sides will suffer.
Can this woman really aggrieve herself?
In front of the temple, there is an ancient tree, which has to be hugged by 20 people.
At the bottom of the tree roots, some dead branches have been exposed, and several young monks in monk's clothes are pursing their buttocks, cutting and pulling the dead branches.
On the top of the ancient trees, there are some red silk and some bags of different sizes.
Ling Luoyu's eyes suddenly stop, staring at the purse on the tree.
The water lady was grabbed by her, and could not help stopping. She looked along her line of sight: "those red silk are the good men and women who wish, and the red envelopes are the men and women who have become married. They come here to pay their vows The hair and nails of the restorer are usually placed in the purse, hoping that the ancient tree grandfather can protect their happiness to continue
While talking, a tottering old Mammy, supported by two children, walked to the tree and took out a purse made of coarse cloth from her arms.
She bent her back and raised her arm to tie her purse to the tree.
But her own head is not high, coupled with the curved back, it is more difficult.
The two children, who were only seven or eight years old, could hardly be expected.
Ling Luoyu was just about to help when a little boy monk stood up and walked quickly over with his hands folded.
"Benefactor..."
"Little master..." The old mother quickly put her hands together and saluted, "thank you."
The boy monk took the bag and tied it to the tree.
The old mother thanks again, one by one, holding the child's hand and turning away.
The little monk turned to go back to work, but saw Ling Luoyu and shuiniang.
Stupefied for a moment, come up and salute.
"Ladies and gentlemen, if you want to draw lots, please go inside..."
"What kind of tree is this?" Ling Luoyu suddenly asked, eyes light fresh water without trace of the ancient trees.
"This is the wish tree of our temple. If you have a wish or wish to pay back, you can stay here..."
The voice did not fall, suddenly saw Ling Luoyu's eyes were wrong.
His voice stopped abruptly. He looked at her, looked at the old trees behind, and frowned.
"Sir, but what's wrong?"
Why look at him like that?
As if, he was lying!
But such a wish tree, it is not the name, why look at him like that?
"What's the matter?" she frowned
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