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Yan Minglu took him to a Tang Dynasty temple in the Eastern District.The snow falling in the sky intermittently does not cover everything in silver, but it still gives the world a light layer of white, and the silver-white light cast by the round moon makes the world quiet and pure.

They parked their cars at the foot of the mountain and walked up the winding stone steps.The stream beside the road was frozen by the cold night, as if time was delayed in it.

Lin Cha had just stepped out of the warm car seat, the blood on her cheeks hadn't dissipated yet, her hands were already cold.Yan Minglu saw him clasping his fingers together and breathing into them, he thought to himself how precious these two hands are, they are for studying now, for doing experiments and surgery in the future.He pulled his hand over and put it in his pocket.

Lin Cha got closer to Yan Minglu.

Yan Minglu asked him: "You have been in Beiyun for half a year, but you haven't been here yet? This Buddhist temple is quite famous."

"We usually have classes and part-time jobs on weekends, so we don't have time to play," Lin Cha asked expectantly while they were talking, "Is it still open at night?"

"Go, you saw it just now. There are a lot of cars coming down." Yan Minglu pointed to the halfway up the mountain, the treetops brushed past the graceful light behind him, "Look, the lights are still on, this is a tourist attraction, it won't be so early close the door."

Halfway up the mountain, the two saw a group of tourists coming down from the top.An old couple in the line nodded towards them, and the old aunt greeted them warmly: "I wish you a good marriage!"

Lin Cha thanked him politely, and when the team disappeared, he whispered to Yan Minglu, "I didn't seek marriage, I found it, and these are all feudal superstitions."

Yan Minglu put one hand around Lin Cha's shoulder, rubbed his head gently, but didn't respond.

The temple was brightly lit, but as the crowds gradually thinned out, the lights seemed a little lonely.In front of the Daxiong Palace stands a square incense burner tripod, densely filled with incense sticks.There were a few one-yuan coins in between, and when they burned to the end, a large piece of incense ash fell off.There is a scent of aloes in the air.

The two didn't ask for marriage, so they didn't enter the palace to ask for a lottery.Yan Minglu came here to find the century-old banyan tree.The monk showed him the way.

Snow flakes were still falling in the dark blue night sky. Yan Minglu originally had an umbrella open, but Lin Cha put it away.They cuddled across the stone path in the courtyard, with snowflakes falling on their hair and shoulders.

In fact, neither of them are romantic people, but somehow there are always romantic things to do together.

That banyan tree is indeed a hundred years old, and it takes about three people to embrace it. The roots are twisted and twisted, and the cover is lush, and the air roots hang down slowly from it, and then a single tree forms a forest to grow a new tree.

The branches and branches of the tree are all tied with red silk, each of which is the sustenance of all living beings in the world, and is tied to the tree in a pious way.

Some of the red silks are new and some are old, the old ones have faded to pale pink, revealing the traces of the past ten or eight years, while the new ones are very new, just hung up.One kind of red has become thousands of kinds of red because of time.

Fire is avoided in the mountains, and what is lit in the stone lamp is not a candle, but a warm yellow lamp.The lamp was shone in the new red silk, it was so bright that it seemed to be on fire.Looking at it, Lin Cha felt that she was getting warm too.

"Think about what you want to write." Yan Minglu said.

"I thought you didn't believe in these things," Lin Cha asked cheerfully, "Shouldn't your beliefs be pure science?"

Yan Minglaw looked at Lin Cha for a while, then bent down, and called Xiaocha into Lin Cha's ear, using his usual tenderness when calling the name, coupled with solemnity: "My belief is science and you. .”

The skin brushed by his breath was slightly burning, Lin Cha looked away, a little dizzy: "You can't do this."

"What doesn't work?"

"You are a scientist."

"Can't scientists believe in fate?"

Lin Cha raised her eyes: "Huh?"

Yan Minglu chuckled, and took Lin Cha's hand: "Go and make a wish."

They smoothed two pieces of red cloth on the wooden table in the side porch.Yan Minglu asked Lin Cha what he planned to write.Lin Cha repeatedly pulled out the cap of the marker and put it back on again, still struggling with what Yan Minglu said: "What fate is it?"

"That's it." Yan Minglu took Lin Cha's hand that was playing with a pen and squeezed it into his palm.

Lin Cha couldn't agree with Yan Minglv's problem-solving ideas: "Can you explain it more concisely?"

"I am 30 years old and you are 19 years old. It seems that there is no intersection between two people. Now I am holding your hand. This is fate."

Tonight's Yan Minglu is really good at talking.Lin Cha lowered his head and looked at Hongbu for a while: "Then I want to make a wish, keep meeting each other, and there will be no accidents."

Yan Minglu looked deeply at Lin Cha, seeing the curl of his eyelashes when he closed his eyes.His hand was in his palm, held tightly.For a moment, Yan Minglu wanted to ask, do you remember that I shook your hand like this under the ruins ten years ago.But he remained silent in the end, and just said: "It's a very good wish, let's write it down."

Before they went home, Lin Cha held up his phone and took a selfie with Yan Minglu, as if they were going to complete a check-in for a tourist attraction.Lin Cha didn't take pictures very often, the purpose of taking pictures was to freeze his face forever, and he didn't like it very much because he had encountered many embarrassing things about his face.

Lin Cha wrote down his wish truthfully, but Yan Minglv didn't show Lin Cha his red cloth note.Knowing that Lin Cha was a curious person, he just smiled and let him scratch him without saying a word.

Yan Mingli's wish was about ten years ago.

Lin Cha's Sixth Center reports and photos of himself placed in that darkroom; he also happened to have SS-level pheromones;

It was a complicated matter before, but once there is such a connection, it will all be connected in series.Everything has the answer, it is his little friend who came back to find his brother after so many years.

He is a smart kid, with such painstaking efforts, he must have planned an ingenious acquaintance in the end, and Yan Minglv didn't want to expose it.

Especially since he is leaving tomorrow, and he is full of ambitions to go to a new world, Yan Minglu doesn't want these things to distract him for the time being.

But he still has to do the next thing, to ensure that no matter how high or far the kite flies, the thread will never stop, and the end of the thread will always be in his hands.

Lin Cha had a very exciting day full of things today, and spent most of his energy, leaning on the passenger seat with strict rhythm, falling asleep to the melodious jazz music from the speakers.Yan Minglu went to his rented room to pick up his luggage, and didn't wake up Lin Cha until he was in front of his house.

Lin Cha was still at the junction of dream and reality, closing his eyes and recalling how handsome Yan Minglu was standing on the stage in a suit in his dream.

Yan Minglu asked him to open his eyes, and he showed his dimples grinningly: "Don't open them, anyway, you don't want me to see your wishes." He always has a kind of stubbornness like holding grudges about things that can't get answers.

But Yan Minglu said, "I have a gift for you."

Lin Cha immediately opened one eye: "What gift?"

"Birthday present, late."

Lin Cha opened both eyes moist and bright, sat up straight, and took the dark purple velvet gift box from Yan Minglu.

"Little friend Lin Cha," Yan Minglu said with a smile, "Happy 19th birthday."

Lin Cha held her breath, feeling that this gift was very important, her heart beat faster and beat her chest, she covered the lid of the gift box with her five fingers, and slowly opened it.

It's two keys, worn in a bunch.

Lin Cha seemed to understand something, but also didn't understand anything, he looked at Yan Minglu in a daze.

Yan Minglu has a high nose bridge, and his eyes are naturally deep, but he only has affection when he looks at Lin Cha: "The one with the square head is the door key, and the one with the round head is the front door key."

Lin Cha felt that everything in front of his eyes was blurry, and the light and color mixed and blurred. It took him two seconds to realize that it was tears.

"Yan Minglu..." His voice was hoarse.

"You told me that you want to have your own house the most," Yan Minglu pointed to his villa outside the window, "and one as big as mine. At this stage, it is difficult to help you realize this wish. I think, at last The direct way is to give you my set. You still want cats and dogs, don’t you? We will adopt them after you exchange them.”

"Xiaocha, I know that your parents passed away a long time ago. For so many years, we have been alone and lived with others, but we won't have to wander in the future."

Yan Minglu smiled at him: "This home is yours."