The bustling traffic was passing by in the distance, and Qiao Yesi saw a battery car among them.

The young couple smiled and hugged each other tightly on the dusty road.

She didn't know why, but her eyes suddenly became hot.

"Zhou Siheng," she squeezed his hand very tightly, "then will you let me lose the bet?"

"No," the latter was equally serious. He said solemnly at the gate where people occasionally passed by: "As long as I live, I will love you."

Time seems to have returned to that afternoon.

The girl Qiao Yesi ran out of the car, her eyes bright and energetic. She looked at herself and smiled, just like now.

And he seems to have finally understood what is most important in life.

The one you love is always by your side

There were not many people in Ling'an Temple this season, so Zhou Jingwei took Cheng Weiyue up from the foot of the mountain.

It was still the same as before, with him carrying her on his back and the smile in his eyes.

There are withered yellow leaves scattered on the ground, and when stepped on, they will make a rustling sound.

Cheng Weiyue lay on Zhou Jingwei's back, her eyes passing over the towering ancient trees, the moss on the stone steps, and finally landed on the man's smiling profile.

She pressed her face against his neck, nuzzling him like a kitten, her eyebrows arched, "Zhou Jingwei, am I heavy?"

"It's not serious." Zhou Jingwei said lightly, "I'm happy."

His expression remained unchanged as he walked away, and he really didn't seem to be serious at all.

Cheng Weiyue's heart felt soft and she was indescribably happy.

"Then I really won't come down."

"How can I let you go if I'm carrying you?" he said.

There is still a constant flow of incense under the acacia tree, and everything is the same as before.

Cheng Weiyue stood under the acacia tree and heard the sound of the wind blowing the bells, which was clear and melodious.

Zhou Jingwei wrote words on a piece of red silk and hung it on the treetop.

It was so high that Cheng Weiyue didn't see it even with her feet up, so she asked him: "What did you write?"

Zhou Jingwei smiled, pinched her face, and joked, "What's the benefit of telling you?"

He smiled gracefully, raised his hand to adjust his gold-rimmed glasses, looking casual and lazy.

Cheng Weiyue was very curious by his appearance, and she pretended to be scratching her head and wanted to know, "Just tell me, what did you write?"

"I didn't write anything."

Cheng Weiyue didn't believe it and pestered him for a long time.

The Buddha statue in the main hall was getting closer and closer, and Cheng Weiyue, who had been noisy all the way, calmed down and followed Zhou Jingwei inside.

The soft cushions are low, and when you kneel on them, the Buddha statue in front of you becomes even more majestic.

Cheng Weiyue took a look, closed her eyes tightly, clasped her hands together, kowtowed and made a wish.

"I hope my parents are in good health, that Zhou Jingwei can always be by my side, and that everyone around me is well."

She muttered something and didn't notice Zhou Jingwei looking at her.

The man put his hands together on his chest and turned his face sideways to look at the serious girl.

He did not tell her that the wish he wrote on the red silk was: "Of all the lights in this world, one will light up for me."

All Buddhas are above, accept my prostrations.

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As long as Ning Yuan can remember, Shen Dang has been a frequent visitor to her home.

The young man Shen Dang stood under the eaves of the corridor with mottled light and shadow. Leng Yu's cold face seemed to have no trace of fireworks. He was dressed in white washed clothes, revealing poverty from head to toe.

He took the money from the butler's hand, and his back was straight and thin when he left.

Ning Yuan only met him a few times, and she only remembered that the young man's eyes were dark and his eyes were calm.

The difference between Yunni and Yunni is not even that of the same world.

Ning Yuan's last memory of Shen Dang when she was a teenager was of him kneeling in the snow at the age of twenty.

The petite and bright girl spoke coldly, with disgust in her eyes, and she was ridiculing: "If I had known that you were the poor boy who reached out to ask my family for money, I would never be friends with you. You are not worthy of me at all!"

Shen Dang just listened in silence. Except that his eyes were red, there was nothing strange about him. When he left, his back was as straight and upright as before.

Years passed, and the impoverished young man became a new business star. There was no drama of revenge, and he even spared her a glance.

Until later, the man who had always been secretive turned red-eyed after being drunk. He clasped her wrist and said in a low voice, "Yuanyuan, what about now? Am I worthy of you now?"

【When the wild goose returns, the moon is full on the west tower.】

[The moment she met Ning Yuan, Shen Dang realized that those who rely on time to let go cannot bear to see each other again. 】
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