worn after Zha Shouzuo's death

Going to the night market sounded quite interesting, Song Ci had no reason to refuse, so he nodded and went out with them.

There were ten people who went out this time, and none of them was lost.

Lin Yinyue walked beside him, reached out and patted his shoulder: "Brother Song, I didn't expect you to be so powerful, you really hide it."

Song Ci touched his nose and sighed in his heart: "Oh, it's a long story."

Lin Yinyue smiled: "I didn't have time to react in the room, it's over, you really saved my life. I'm most afraid of this thing, but I'm a female man, I can't I’m afraid to say words in front of the camera, if I didn’t come here with a propaganda mission, I wouldn’t come if I was killed.”

She's here to promote Dawn.

Seeing that no one else was paying attention, Song Ci quietly approached and said in a low voice, "To tell you the truth, I'm actually afraid too."

The two are very close.

Lin Yinyue was a little surprised: "Ah? Are you afraid too? Then you have solved so many plots?"

She stayed in the room all the time, ignorant of what happened outside.

Song Ci: "I'm motivated only by fear. Think about it, who wants to stay in that spooky house for so long."

They'd have to live there forever if they couldn't find an escape route, how creepy it was.

Lin Yinyue thought for a while, and suddenly realized: "Ah, that's the truth."

Song Ci then straightened his body. His posture was a bit undulating, and the stone pendant hanging around his neck fell out all of a sudden. Under the illumination of the street lamp, it reflected a line of clear white.

Girls seem to have no natural resistance to such things as hanging accessories, Lin Yinyue's eyes were attracted to her: "Wow, Brother Song, what are you wearing?"

Everyone was wandering around the night market, but when they heard the rumors, they pricked up their gossip ears and ran over quickly: "What are you talking about? What did Song Ci wear?"

Everyone gathered around.

Song Ci smiled and didn't care: "It's just a little thing."

In fact, if Gao Quan didn't tell him, he would say it was a token of love, but now he can only fool around obediently.

He was afraid of causing trouble for Ji Huai.

Ji Huai is the CEO of Shengxing. His every move, word and deed will affect many people.

Before he has prepared enough public relations, he will definitely not be able to act rashly anymore.

Lin Yinyue was quite interested: "Can you show me?"

Song Ci nodded, untied the stone from his neck, and handed it to her, while others gathered around to look curiously.

It was a small white stone, pure white all over, smooth in texture, round and transparent in shape like a white jade plate, it didn't look like a stone, but rather like jade.

Lin Yinyue asked: "Is this jade?"

Someone reached out and touched it, estimated it from the touch, and shook his head: "No, it doesn't look like it."

Song Ci explained: "This is not jade, it's just a small stone."

"Is this actually a stone?" Wang Lianhan also came over. She likes to collect stones the most, and she can't put it down to all kinds of strange-shaped stones. She reached out to touch the small stone and exclaimed, "This feels so good. Alright."

Fang Mo felt a little strange: "Song Ci, why are you wearing a stone?"

When handing out the stone, Song Ci almost guessed what they would ask, heard this, and wrote lightly: "This is a very important token."

The token of love, which he gave to Ji Huai, has a wonderful past.

It happened when Ji Huai took the initiative to kiss him for the second time.

Thinking of what happened on the island, Song Ci's eyes bent, and he couldn't help laughing.

Everyone didn't ask much, and after everyone touched it once, they returned the stone to Song Ci.

After wandering around the street for a while, we decided to go to eat food stalls together.

Now is the time when the night market is the busiest. It is very pleasant to eat barbecue and enjoy the evening breeze.

Everyone ordered a lot of things, and when they arrived, the table was full, and they opened a case of beer, chatting and laughing.

Song Ci drank some beer. Suddenly, Yin Qi came over and touched his beer glass: "Brother Song, I respect you for this glass."

Song Ci paused.

He hasn't had much contact with Yin Qi since he was on the stage of Boys 2.

"At that time, I was young and ignorant." Yin Qi smiled sincerely at him, "I was deceived by a villain with a heart. I have been in the circle for the past six months. I have seen many people and experienced it. There are many things. I understand that there are people outside of people, and there is a sky beyond the sky. When I was a teenager, I was too impulsive. I hope Brother Song, you don’t mind."

Song Ci glanced at him, there was a simple white lamp hanging above his head, and the light poured down, laying out Yin Qi's face, making his face extraordinarily soft, as if he was more serious, remorseful, and anxious.

—It seems that he came to apologize sincerely.

Half a year has passed, and Song Ci's memory is not that good. He remembers every little thing in detail. He only remembers the performance of Boy 2, which seems to be Cai Ming and Yin Qi on the phone, and then the two of them He said something very excessive, and immediately made Song Ci so angry that he didn't save any strength, and put Yin Qi in a PK.

That incident was already a long time ago for Song Ci, and now seeing Yin Qi thinking about it, Song Ci didn't feel anything, it was like a cloud passing over his heart lightly, it passed by, and passed away.

Since the child came over to apologize seriously, Song Ci pushed the boat forward, picked up the beer mug, and smiled at him: "How can it be."

The two drank their beers one after another.

Yin Qi wiped the corners of his mouth with his hand, and smiled with a clean and refreshing smile, with the unique innocence of a teenager: "Thank you, Brother Song, for your understanding. I'll have another drink."

So I had another drink.

Song Ci patted him on the shoulder lightly: "Okay, there's no need to drink. Everyone is out to play, so you don't need to talk about the rules on the wine table, just be happy."

Yin Qi just laughed, but didn't continue to drink, and sat back to his original position.

After the lively barbecue, everyone continued to move forward, passing a small temple, which was very quiet. There was an antique lantern hanging at the entrance of the temple. When the wind blew, the lights swayed.

Wang Lianhan couldn't walk anymore, so she stopped in her tracks: "Oh! I know this temple! The Lingxin Temple is said to be very spiritual. Although it is small, it actually has a different world. Countless people have come here to ask for a lottery. Eighty-nine out of ten are effective."

Everyone was interested, discussed it, and decided to go in and have a look.

As a star, there are really too many things I want to ask.

——How long can I stay on fire?

——When can I get the actor/actress?

— Will I make enough money in my life?

——When will I be able to taste the overnight sensation?

After entering the Lingxin Temple, there is a quiet and unique small courtyard, passing through the courtyard is the serious temple room.

A young monk sat at the door, with incense sticks in front of him, and a merit box next to the incense sticks. A QR code was pasted on the box, and the following line read: Support WeChat/Alipay payment.

Wang Lianhan stepped forward and asked: "Little master, we want to ask for a lottery."

The little monk propped himself up lazily, stood up, glanced at them, and said concisely: "Only one person can enter at a time."

When I came to the temple, since I wanted to ask for a lottery sincerely, I had to follow the rules, and everyone had no objections.

So Wang Lianhan walked in first.

Song Ci stood at the gate of the temple, not very interested in asking for a fortune teller.

He is very satisfied with the current status quo, and he feels that there is nothing to ask.

But when it was his turn to go in, he thought nonchalantly, forget it, since everyone has come, he should do as the Romans do, and ask anything.

After Song Ci walked in, the little monk closed the door.

There is a row of tuanpu in the lobby, and the Buddha statue is compassionate and majestic, sitting high on the lotus platform, with drooping eyes and a calm expression.

Song Ci put his hands together, bowed a few times, then knelt on the ground and kowtowed.

The little monk closed his eyes and muttered something in a low voice.

When Song Ci got up, he looked at him.

The little monk picked up the bamboo tube, handed it to him, and said, "Think about what question you want to ask, you don't need to say it, just shake the bamboo tube after thinking about it."

Song Ci followed his words and thought of a random question: Can Ji Huai and I be together forever?

After thinking about this question, he shook the bamboo tube, and when he stopped, a bamboo stick fell down.

Song Ci picked it up and looked at it. Under the flickering candlelight, the words on the bamboo stick were shocking: I didn't know I was a guest in my dream, and I was greedy all day long.

At the bottom are two words in red: big murder.

Song Ci's heart was startled, and he almost lost his grip on the bamboo stick and let it fall.

The little monk took the bamboo stick and glanced at it: "In the dream, I didn't know that I was a guest...for a while..."

Song Ci knew this poem.

This was written by Li Yu, written after the subjugation of the country, which means that only by dreaming can one forget the sadness of being a prisoner and secretly enjoy the momentary joy.

But what does that have to do with the question he asked?

The eight poles cannot be connected together.

Song Ci didn't even think about it, and said with a sneer, "Little Master, your lottery seems to be inaccurate."

He and Ji Huai hit it off, and their relationship is just right now, how could they find a big murderer after testing their relationship?

And the sign is still so... out of tune.

The little monk was silent, looked at the sign with a half-smile, then at Song Ci, and said leisurely: "It's interesting."

Song Ci lowered his head: "I don't quite understand the meaning of this sign."

"You can't understand this sign according to its own meaning." The little monk lazily said, "It is the literal meaning."

Song Ci looked at him straightly: "What does it mean literally?"

The little monk looked back at him quietly: "In my dream, I didn't know that I was a tourist from a foreign country, and I was blindly greedy for happy times."

Song Ci's heart seemed to have been hit hard, and he froze in place.

"Actually, it's more appropriate to describe the matter you're asking about in four other words. I don't know if you listen to opera. There is a very famous opera called..." The little monk thought for a while, and said every word clearly, " Dreaming in the garden."

At this moment, Song Ci's mind was shocked, his pupils shrank suddenly, and cold sweat gushed out at this moment, soaking his back.

He froze on the spot, the light from the candle was fragmented and mottled, outlining his slender silhouette, he was like a stone sculpture, motionless.

"The benefactor should be more careful these days." The little monk clasped his hands together and twisted the beads in his hands. He was compassionate and gentle, but the words he spit out were heartbreaking, like thunder exploding in Song Ci's ears, "You are about to die disaster."