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"What!!" Qiuyue was also astonished.Zhao Shucheng sent an expired invitation to Xu's residence, the purpose is probably to cut off the Xu family's lingering thoughts about Zhao Shuen from the root.

"Who is this Yu Shengyan from?" Xu Yalun couldn't help asking.

When Chunni heard this, she was amazed for a while, and after thinking about it for a moment, she felt it made sense.She sighed and explained: "Yu Shengyan is the son of Mr. Zhao's Private School. Miss Chang is three years old, and she and Miss are childhood sweethearts. He has always had a good impression of Miss, but his own incompleteness and identity issues have kept him from speaking out. ."

"What does this self-incompleteness mean?" Xu Yalun was puzzled again.

"Young Master Yu is just a pot of medicine. When the wind blows, he will fall ill. You can only stay in the house all year round. You can't run, jump, wind, or sun. In short, it is very precious. We used to call him in the Zhao Mansion. 'Yu Jiaoer'."

"Cousin." Qiuyue called out timidly, and Chunni and Xu Yalun stopped communicating, looking for fame.In the blankness just now, Xu Yaqing shed tears silently.

Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival.The whole family was reuniting, but Xu Yaqing resigned early. She came to the house where she used to live with Zhao Shuen. The swing was still there, but no one went to the swing.After Xu Yalun and Chunni got married, they moved out of this place, and it has become a hometown full of memories.

Xu Yaqing raised the wine jar and gulped it down. The sweet wine passed through her intestines, and her heart sank in grief.How sweet the wine is, how bitter she is.A year's worth of wine is drunk in a blink of an eye. This jar of wine is made after many failures, and it also contains a person's infinite love and sincerity.

The empty wine jar became light and light, and the moonlight was faintly reflected from the low altar, and some traces were revealed.There are pens and paintings, as if there is a line of words left.Xu Yaqing immediately sat up straight from her drunkenness, and with the help of the moonlight, she saw the line clearly:

If your husband can see this word, it means that the wine is very suitable for your mouth.The time of writing is today, and the time of seeing is the coming year.May I be with my husband for the rest of my life and never be separated.Shu Enliu.

Xu Yaqing hugged the wine jar in her arms in vain, and cried helplessly and desperately.Now, when it was supposed to be shared with this brewer and express their hearts to each other, God's will made the two of them spend their time last year and become today's flying butterflies.

Even if Xu Yaqing was reunited and had a great family business, it was far from being able to make up for the pain of losing Zhao Shuen.Suddenly, a burst of chanting flashed into Xu Yaqing's heart, and she suddenly stopped.Qinghe Town, Ninghe Temple, what did that old woman say!

She would lose one important thing and gain another.

She has lost a lot of important things, but she hasn't seen "replacement" things for a long time.What exactly was replaced? Xu Yaqing definitely wants to ask for an explanation.Resisting her drunkenness, she rode to Qinghe Town overnight.

The Mid-Autumn Festival has just passed, and people are looking forward to a reunion. The blessings have not been enjoyed, so not many people come to Ninghe Temple.Xu Yaqing fell in front of the Ninghe Temple, but the Ninghe Temple in midsummer was not in the slightest flourishing state.The dilapidated building was hidden in the dense forest, and the sunlight could not penetrate the panorama, so it cast a strange appearance that was half in yin and half in yang.

It was still early, but the vendors in front of Ninghe Temple had already opened.The incense stand that Xu Ya had been avoiding was placed in front of the temple as before, just like a foil.The old woman seemed to be sitting in that position forever, maintaining that posture and waiting for the pilgrims to come to her door.Like a stone Buddha.

Xu Yaqing strode forward, and breathed out a burst of sweet-scented osmanthus smell: "Grandma, I think..."

"That's when I thought of me. I listened to my persuasion, and now I won't be in this situation." The old woman closed her eyes, but she already counted that the person who came was Xu Yaqing, "Let me see your sincerity first."

Xu Yaqing stopped haggling this time, and pushed all the valuables on her body to the old woman indiscriminately.

"You said that I would lose one very important thing, but in exchange for another valuable thing. Explain to me, what exactly am I gaining?"

The old woman smiled and took a look at the precious jade, gold and silver that Xu Yaqing had piled up in front of her one by one, and replied indifferently: "Compared with what was there at that time, what things are superfluous."

Xu Yaqing pondered for a while, and said for a moment: "I lost Ming Niang, and got Mingyu. I lost my life, and got rebirth. I lost my identity, and got freedom."

"Aren't you very clear?" The old woman smiled with her dead fish eyes open.

"But you said this matter has nothing to do with my wife, but why did I even lose her?"

"She's not your wife. She's just your false wife." The old woman said straight away, "At least she doesn't know about it. It's a loss for her, but for you , exactly what you got. Do you understand?"

Xu Yaqing paused, vaguely seeing a glimmer of light leaking in her mood.She moved a little closer to Hope, then suddenly stopped.

"However, she has remarried. I... have missed the last chance. How can I get it?" Xu Yaqing was covered with grief again.

The old woman dismissed it disapprovingly: "Go to the temple to ask for a lottery. I will help you solve it for free. But, it depends on the sky, don't blame me if you get the lottery."

Xu Yaqing turned around and rushed into the temple without any delay, and donated a lot of sesame oil money to the gods one by one.Then she landed at the lottery place, took a deep breath, and closed her eyes.The swishing swishing of the lottery made Xu Yaqing's state of mind go up and down along with it.It's as if the fate of the next half of the life is controlled by this small lottery.

With a snap, Xu Yaqing opened her eyes, picked up the stick, and got the corresponding signature.But he dared not open it.She returned to the temple with the signed document, handed the intact signed document to the old woman, and said anxiously: "I dare not tear it apart, I hope you can do it for me."

The old woman took the signature and opened it without any hassle. She squinted her eyes and tried to get it right for a long time.Not a word.Xu Yaqing's heart was like an ant's nest smashed open, it was in a mess, and she couldn't help urging: "What is it?"

"The three-foot god wants to have disasters, and he loses and comes. When the snow piles up on his head, this feeling will finally be rewarded." The old woman read the sign, and then said the result, "It is the lottery."

"Win the lottery!?" Xu Yaqing snatched the sign, and the red line was passing through a square, forming a well-regulated "中" character.What an ambiguous outcome, a win or a loser.

"What do these four sentences mean?"

"Your fate with that girl is not over. You will meet again in a snowy season. You have to seize that opportunity." It is rare for the old woman not to blackmail again.

Xu Yaqing thought about it.In the snowy season, Renxiao City does not snow.Could it be another place where it snows? But there are so many places where it snows, how should she lock the location.Thinking about this, Xu Yaqing couldn't help asking: "Is there a specific..."

The stall in front of him was empty, and the old lady disappeared without a trace at the moment Xu Yaqing was thinking.

Chapter 29 Chapter 29

The south wind is warm and drunk, and before I know it, three springs have passed.Xu Yaqing searched almost all the scenic spots where it would snow. On the West Lake, beside the Broken Bridge, and on the covered bridge of Suzhou Linyuan, there was snow everywhere. She was wearing a coir raincoat and holding an umbrella in her hand.Looking at the people coming and going, they are in pairs.Not even a familiar face.

After all, he was blackmailed by the magic stick again.

Xu Yaqing was lost in thought, but she was unwilling to give up in her heart.

The spring rain was as thin as cotton needles, with some flying flowers in it, floating and spinning in the air, and nailed to Xu Yaqing's shoulder.A shadow came over her, and the numbness and coldness on her body disappeared. Xu Yaqing came back to her senses and saw an umbrella moved to her head.Xu Yaqing turned her head and looked up, and saw a handsome and delicate man's face.

This man is tall and slender, like a spring shoot after the rain, he has grown a lot in three years.The short man in the past now has to look up.

"Cousin, spring is here, and it's easy to catch cold in the rain." The man's voice also changed, from a boy to an adult.