deliberate kiss

"Why did you mention this suddenly!" Zhou Bingquan's face was ugly: "I have sent that child abroad! No one knows his whereabouts! In this life, he will not affect Jingwei!"

"Are you afraid that others will mention what you do? Whether it will affect you or not, can you guarantee it! There is no absolute thing in the world! Zhou Bingquan, you have sorry too many people and done too many wrong things in your life. , you never, ever deserve forgiveness!"

Lin Xuansu looked at him without blinking, her words were as cold as ice.

There was joy in her eyes, and every inch of pain on Zhou Bingquan's face made her feel happy.

No one can fully empathize with her experience, so no one will know how much she hates this person in her heart. She really wishes that he would die
"Xuansu, your mood is not stable. It's not suitable to talk today. I'll leave first. I'll come to see you next time I have a chance." Zhou Bingquan lowered his head hastily in Lin Xuansu's unabashedly cruel eyes. head.

His expression dodged, and he never dared to face Lin Xuansu again.

The moment he left, his legs were weak.

Many wrong things, because of the spread of time, even he himself forgot.

Now that it is suddenly mentioned, it is full of sadness.

Cheng Weiyue was called up early in the morning by Zhou Jingwei, who kissed her earlobe, smiled helplessly and softly, and said, "Don't you want to go to Ling'an Temple? Go today, okay?"

Cheng Weiyue woke up all of a sudden.

She rubbed her eyes, her voice was surprised and vague: "Isn't today still two days away from the Chinese New Year?"

"Well, I said hello to the temple. Let's stay until the first day of the new year and then go down the mountain, okay?" Zhou Jingwei's eyes were indescribably dark and tender, lingering on the corners of Cheng Weiyue's eyes and brows, visible to the naked eye nostalgia.

There was light sweat on Cheng Weiyue's palm.

She understood the metaphor in his words.

So for a while, I didn't know whether I was more happy or sad.

"Zhou Jingwei"

"Ah."

"The marriage in Ling'an Temple is not very efficacious, I have asked for it." Cheng Weiyue looked at him with green eyes, and said softly, "But I still want to try again, I always feel that I won't It’s so unlucky, it doesn’t work every time, right?”

Zhou Jingwei looked at her smiling with pity.

He raised his hand to fiddle with the broken hair at her temples, and said softly, "You don't need to ask, I have already asked for you, if there are no exceptions, it should be very effective."

"Did you find a marriage for me? When?" She was surprised.

Zhou Jingwei said: "I pray for peace, and I pray that my little moon will be free from illness and disaster."

Zhou Jingwei didn't say the second half of the sentence.

At that time, he took down the marriage talisman that Cheng Weiyue begged for Zhao Han, and when he burned it in the incense burner, he wrote down more than just the words 'no disease, no disaster'.

People are always selfish, so how could he really not ask for what he wants at all.

"Is that so?" Cheng Weiyue was a little disbelieving.

Zhou Jingwei didn't answer, kissed her forehead, and said softly: "You found it yourself, don't you know what I wrote?"

Cheng Weiyue became a little interested.

Ling'an Temple was built on the mountain, and it was a snowy day, and the snow covered the originally quiet path up the mountain.

Before the Chinese New Year, Ling'an Temple had a meal offering, and there were countless pedestrians passing by along the way.

Cheng Weiyue got out of the car led by Zhou Jingwei, and walked to the top of the mountain step by step.

Although the journey is long, Cheng Weiyue thinks it's good, every step is sincere, isn't that what they all say?
She wanted something, and she didn't care that the road was difficult.

She stepped on the footprints left by Zhou Jingwei, walking with peace of mind step by step.

It's just that the snow on the road sometimes sticks to the eyes, which still makes it hard to keep them open.

Zhou Jingwei's pace has been slow all the time, just to accommodate her.

Cheng Weiyue was embarrassed, and deliberately walked faster: "You are walking so slowly, Zhou Jingwei, let's have a competition and see who gets to the middle of the mountain first."

Her small thoughts are so cute, Zhou Jingwei can see clearly, squatting down in full view of everyone.

Cheng Weiyue was startled by his actions, subconsciously took a step back: "What are you doing?"

"Don't you want to hurry up? I'll carry you up." Zhou Jingwei's tone was light, as if he didn't think there was anything wrong.

Cheng Weiyue has already felt the eyes of others, some are joking, some are envious.

Probably because this is the way to Ling'an Temple, the people who can come have faith in their hearts, and they are more or less peaceful people.

The eyes Cheng Weiyue felt were all kind.

There was even an old lady who said with a smile when she passed by, "Little girl, don't let your boyfriend squat all the time, let him carry you on his back."

Cheng Weiyue blushed.

The road is slippery in snowy weather, and everyone walks up it. After all, it is already very difficult to walk by yourself, so there is no reason for people to carry themselves up.

Just as Cheng Weiyue was about to explain her refusal, she heard Zhou Jingwei's lazily smiling voice, saying, "Old woman, my girlfriend has a thin skin."

He said 'my girlfriend', very fluently.

Cheng Weiyue's already red face turned a little redder.

"It's very tiring for you to carry me up like this, and there is still a long mountain road." Cheng Weiyue bit her lip and said in a low voice, "This is very hard work."

"What's the matter for a man who can't even memorize his girlfriend's?" Zhou Jingwei turned his face slightly and looked up at her. Snowflakes fell on his thin lenses, and he said in a gentle voice mixed with snow: " I can move my back."

Cheng Weiyue was carried by Zhou Jingwei step by step.

The snow on the road was getting bigger and bigger, Cheng Weiyue lay on Zhou Jingwei's shoulder, looking at his well-shaped, overly deceptive side face.

"Zhou Jingwei, do you know? If you wish to walk up step by step, pray sincerely, and endure the pain and suffering of your feet, you can be considered sincere." Cheng Weiyue said this, her tone tinged with a smile: "You said , am I cheating?"

"Buddha-nature is merciful, and I must understand that I can't bear the pain and suffering of the one I love." Zhou Jingwei smiled casually, paused, and his eyebrows and eyes became serious. He said: "Even if you love each other and keep the truth, Some people have to go through ninety-nine and eighty-one hardships, Cheng Weiyue, I can do it alone."

Cheng Weiyue was moved and amused: "Then what about me?"

"As long as you love me, I am willing to do the rest, and I am willing to be sincere every step of the way as you said." Zhou Jingwei slowed down, glanced at Cheng Weiyue's moved and shy appearance, and said lazily: "Don't lie down I’m crying on my back, it’s too painful.”

"Who's going to cry!" Cheng Weiyue patted him on the shoulder: "There are so many people! I'm so ashamed to cry on your back, I won't do this!"