Wen Jingxing asked Song Wanning, "Then what are you going to write?"

Having used the careful trick just now to leave no trace, the camera man's target suddenly shifted to Song Wanning.

Song Wanning thought for a while, picked up the brush and dipped it in ink, and wrote a few big words in a flying way - May you have someone by your side for life.

Her handwriting doesn't look like a little girl at all, but has the air of flowing clouds and flowing water.

Wen Jingxing was stunned for a moment when he saw Song Wanning's blessing words.

Then, he praised again, "Aning, your calligraphy is very beautiful."

Song Wanning felt a little proud and said, "It was specially practiced."

"A-Ning has nothing to do, why do you practice this?"

Song Wanning paused and almost spilled the beans, "I usually have nothing to do, so I just practiced casually."

Then she quickly changed the subject and said, "Let's go and get rid of this, Jing Xing."

She tied two red silk ribbons to the two ends of the golden lock. The lock was made of a very special material, with a very smooth surface and a little weight. It was probably to allow tourists to throw it on the tree better.

Song Wanning knew that she didn't have much strength, so after tying it, she handed the golden lock to Wen Jingxing.

Wen Jingxing stood under the tree, weighing the weight of the thing in his hand, and tossed it seemingly casually.

There was a "whoosh" sound, and the golden lock and the red ribbon disappeared.

The inside of the peach blossom tree was very dense. Even if Song Wanning kept staring, she would not know where the golden lock had gone.

Wen Jingxing's fingers gently pinched the back of Song Wanning's neck. Song Wanning was forced to lower her head, and then he said: "Make a wish quickly. Didn't the little monk say that the higher you throw it, the more likely it is that it will come true?"

Song Wanning closed her eyes obediently, actually counting down thirty seconds in her mind before opening her eyes.

Even though she came through a book and experienced such a very metaphysical thing, Song Wanning also knew that wishes come true through one's own efforts, not just by making a promise.

Whatever she wants to do, she will develop in that direction step by step!

After completing the task, the two of them can move around freely in the temple.

There are many games and places for young couples to check in at attractions, as well as various small trinkets for couples selling.

Song Wanning walked around like a little rabbit, eating, drinking and having fun in the temple. The little monk kept playing behind Song Wanning.

Song Wanning also visited the entire temple and discovered why there was only one monk, the young monk?

The little monk told her, "There are only two of us here, Grandpa and I."

At this moment, Song Wanning heard an old voice shouting, "Xiaomi, Xiaomi..."

After hearing this, the young monk responded, "Grandpa Sha, I'm here!"

Immediately afterwards, Song Wanning saw an old monk with a wrinkled face and gray beard on his chin, wearing white coarse linen clothes, walking out of the crowd.

He came over, knelt down and touched the little monk's head, "Xiao Mi didn't come back to eat even though the food was cold. Did he encounter something funny?"

The little monk nodded and pointed at Song Wanning, "This big sister is so nice. I lead her the way, and she treats me to eat candied haws, mahua seeds, and pastry cakes..."

The old monk raised his head and glanced at Song Wanning, then his eyes immediately turned to Wen Jingxing.

Then he held the little monk's hand and said to Song Wanning: "This child is naughty and disturbed the donor too much just now."

Song Wanning quite liked playing with this child, "No, he is very lovable. How should I call you?"

"The title is not important, you can just call me old monk."

The old monk spoke politely, but as soon as he came up, he held Song Wanning's hand, and Wen Jingxing made no move.

Song Wanning did not hide and followed the old monk's footsteps.

After she was pulled to a quiet place, the old monk glanced at the camera guy, and Song Wanning followed suit.

Camera guy:......

Soon, he silently disappeared with the camera in his hand.

After the people left, the old monk asked: "May I ask what the donor's name is?"

"Song's last name is Wanning?"

"What year are you born in?"

"This year is 23."

"That's it..." the old monk responded meaningfully, and then said: "You and I are destined to be together. Xiaomi, a child who is usually very afraid of life, has stayed with you for so long today, so I will be with you."

Say a word or two."

Seeing that the other party wanted to say something magical, Song Wanning did not feel impatient. Instead, she smiled and said, "Okay."

"Did you have a high fever when you were a child, or did you encounter any particularly big difficulties?"

Song Wanning was originally in a casual mood, but when she heard the old monk asking this question, she instantly became alert.

"yes."

But she still answered truthfully.

"Has anything particularly big happened to you recently, or even life-threatening?"

Song Wanning wanted to say, does dying from illness count?

Before she could answer, the old monk took care of himself again and said, "You may still be in trouble by then."

"Can't you hide?"

"Donor, don't worry, you are a lucky person and nothing serious will happen to you."

Since the other party said this, Song Wanning immediately felt her heart in her stomach and asked him: "Old man, how do you know so clearly?"

"Forget it."

"How to calculate? Can you still calculate wealth? When calculating, can you know the details, or is it just a rough idea?"

Song Wanning is more worried about whether she will be discovered that she is actually from another world.

The old monk paused and said, "No."

"What can't you do?"

"Secrets must not be revealed."

Song Wanning suddenly said: "If you don't tell me, then I'll leave."

As she spoke, she also deliberately quickened her pace.

The old monk caught up and said, "You walk slower! I haven't finished what I said." The image of respecting the elderly was instantly shattered.

Only then did Song Wanning stop, turned around and said to the old monk, "Then you are so secretive when talking to me."

She discovered early in the morning that Wen Jingxing knew this old monk.

He was still here saying these words to trick her, but now that she was teasing him like this, he suddenly showed his true colors.

"Well, it was indeed that kid Jing Xing who asked me to come, but I didn't want to come today. But Xiaomi never came back and stayed by your side. I think this is God's will."

"What did he ask you to do?"

"Calculate... Calculate your marriage." The old monk touched the tip of his nose, and then said: "I calculated it for him before, saying that he was destined to be an orphan, but he didn't believe it. Later, the facts proved that it was indeed the case. Now,

He suddenly wanted to ask me to figure it out for you. Actually, I can't say for sure. It all depends on you."

"Count it on me? Then maybe what you calculate will be the same as him, or even worse than him."

Song Wanning glanced at the old monk's bare head. The old man's calculations were very accurate.

Wen Jingxing's ending in the book is to die alone.

The old monk added: "I felt the same way before I met you, but after meeting you, I don't feel that way anymore."

Song Wanning's eyebrows instantly wrinkled, "What do you mean?"
Chapter completed!