Song Yaoyao: "..."
In the end, Huo Yunque didn't take it off after all, and he always wore that headband to swagger through the market.
The two walked and played all the way, and when they had eaten up all the things in their hands, they happened to arrive at Yuelao Temple.
There is a huge ancient tree at the entrance of Yuelao Temple, which needs several people to surround it. There is a peach grove all around, and the small wooden signs on the branches are blown by the wind and collide with each other, making a nice sound.
"Eh? Is that Yaoyao?"
Tang Xinrou had just emerged from the peach grove. She watched the petite girl dragging the man beside her to the Yuelao Temple together. She couldn't help being curious and took a second look.
"perhaps-"
An Feiran bent his eyelids, and held her hand without any trace.
"Didn't you just say you were going to have a drink? Let's go."
Tang Xinrou gave him a sideways glance, but didn't look away.
She followed An Feiran, then turned her head to look in the direction just now, and the two familiar figures had disappeared into the crowd.
Tang Xinrou sighed, "Does love really change people so much? The thing on Mr. Huo's head just now..."
But it doesn't fit other people's design at all!
An Feiran nodded, smiling like a little white rabbit.
"If you want to see it, I can wear it for you too. Tang Tang, do you want it?"
Tang Xinrou's face burned, her eyes flickered, and her heart moved.
But he said stubbornly: "I don't want to be so childish!"
"That's what it takes—"
"Hello!"
Tang Xinrou glared at him angrily, and was dragged by An Feiran to shuttle through the crowd.
Yuelao Temple is the most popular scenic spot on Luohua Island. Whether you are single or a couple, you will come here for a walk.
Even if you don't seek marriage, it's good to look at the scenery and the peach blossom forest.
Song Yaoyao and Huo Yunque lined up quietly, and when they passed the merit box, they even slipped some change into it.
"Brother, do you believe this?"
Song Yaoyao stood very close to Huo Yunque, she covered her mouth in a low voice and talked to Huo Yunque in a low voice.
"Believe it." Huo Yunque raised his eyelids.
"What's a letter? Is that unbelief?" Song Yaoyao pouted and looked at him eagerly.
The girl's eyes were bright, and her eyelashes cast a light shadow on the bridge of her nose. Flickering, flickering, like stars twinkling.
"If you believe it, you believe it. If you don't believe it, you don't believe it. Brother, your answer is very perfunctory~"
She complained nonchalantly, probably girls like to be more realistic in this regard.
Huo Yunque raised his eyes to look forward, and took her a few steps forward. The voice is deep and sweet, gentle and calm.
"How should I say it?" He paused, then lowered his eyes suddenly, "Before I met you, I didn't believe it. After I met you, I believed it—"
Believe in fate, believe in destiny.
But Huo Yunque believed in himself even more.
"Oh brother, you are really..."
Song Yaoyao covered her cheeks and glanced at him shyly, "How many messy books have you read..."
she whispered.
Fortunately, the number of tourists on this island is not very large, and the queue in front is not too long. Song Yaoyao and Huo Yunque lined up for another ten minutes, and finally it was their turn.
Ask for a lottery, and the people in Yuelao Temple will give them a piece of red rope.
For wooden signs, you have to go outside the temple to buy them.
Song Yaoyao clasped her hands together, cast aside distracting thoughts, closed her eyes and prayed.
She didn't notice that the man beside him didn't pray, but looked sideways slightly, his eyes were full of her figure.
A minute later, Song Yaoyao opened her eyes, and immediately turned to look at Huo Yunque.
"Brother, what do you want?"
The staff next to her didn't have the nerve to tell her that the gentleman next to her, who seemed not to be messed with, didn't ask for anything.