From being on the show with my ex, it started to explode

Chapter 69 A Marriage of Thousands of Miles Leads by a Thread!

Half an hour later, in front of the main hall of Jialan Temple.

The host led a group of monks and the guests of "The World" program, and carefully set up the table, pens, ink, paper and inkstone under the steps of the main hall.

The tourists all exclaimed when they saw this place.

"What's the situation?"

"What are you going to do with such a big fight?"

"Isn't that Song Hongdou? Wow! Is this recording "The World" program? Are we so lucky?"

"What are they doing?"

"It's probably filming a show!"

"Haha, the pure land of Buddhism, is it like this now?"

Song Ci will [Last year today, in this door, the faces of peach blossoms are red.I don't know where the human face is, the peach blossoms are still smiling at the spring breeze] These 28 words were typed in the memo on the phone, and Wang Yin was shown.

Wang Yin stood in front of the table, studying the ink seriously.

This is the ink that she has always carried with her.

As soon as it was opened, a scent of ink spread out.

Master Liaoran stood aside and watched seriously: "Song Ci, do you really want this lady to write?"

Song Ci nodded seriously.

Li Siyu stood aside, looking at Wang Yin enviously.

She basically can't write with a brush, so she feels that she has missed the best opportunity at this moment.

Tang Shi stood beside Song Ci, her gaze fell on Song Ci's cell phone.

She was still in her heart, silently reading this poem, the more she read it, the more shocked she felt.

Song Ci uses simple images to construct an extremely melancholy scene, which makes people feel lost in their hearts.

Song Ci... Is this reminiscing about the past?Remember our youth?

Tang poetry is thoughtful.

Who has never had a youthful childhood of more than ten years?

And Tang Shi is very fortunate at this moment that she has had Song Ci in her childhood for more than ten years.

Among those countless mottled memories, there are figures of Song Ci.

Wang Yin straightened her body, exhaled seriously, her eyes sparkling.

Then hold the pen.

Then pick up the pen.

Then start writing.

The people around did not dare to take a breath.

The tourists not far away seemed to feel the atmosphere here, and they all became quiet.

But the one who should take out the phone to take pictures is still taking pictures.

After all, in real life, the probability of meeting a celebrity is indeed a bit low.

Song Hongdou has been standing slightly behind everyone, she is carefully observing the expressions of Li Siyu and Tang Shi.

Seeing Tang Shi's eyes narrowed slightly, she seemed to be trapped in infinite memories, and her eyes seemed to fall on Song Ci vaguely.

The corner of Song Hongdou's mouth could not help but sneer.

Is this... reminiscing about your childhood?

It's not necessary.

We're all adults now, and it's useless to recall the past.

People, we still have to look forward.

Song Ci watched Wang Yin's writing seriously, and sighed that his own handwriting was really hard to come by.

At the same time, a song suddenly sounded in his mind.

[How many windows have you wandered and how many hotels you have stayed in before you feel that separation is not wronged]

[Whether feelings are used for browsing or for collection, so that every day is unforgettable]

[How long have you survived the suffering and how long your eye sockets have been wet, before you know that sadness is the legacy of love]

He turned his head and scanned Song Hongdou, Li Siyu, Tang Shi and others one by one.

Whose mood is fluctuating again?
Then Song Ci just met Song Hongdou's eyes.

Song Hongdou immediately glared at Song Ci.

Song Ci waved his hand slightly at her, then continued to watch Wang Yin write.

After a while, Wang Yin finished writing.

I have to say that she deserves to be the number one talented woman in Yizhou, and the calligraphy written in this brush is really nothing to say.

"Teacher Song Ci, do you want to sign your name at the signature place?" After Wang Yin finished writing, she didn't feel embarrassed to put her personal stamp on it, but wanted Song Ci to sign it.

Of course Song Ci would not refuse this.

Holding the brush, he wrote down his name seriously.

The words are not so beautiful, but they are neat.

Then Wang Yin changed to a thinner brush, and wrote the date next to Song Ci's name, and the fact that it was written by Wang Yin.

Liao Ran was stroking his gray beard in satisfaction, and suddenly, his eyes fell on the title of the poem.

Song Ci has not yet given a name to this poem!
A look of excitement suddenly appeared on his face, and his wrists became a little trembling: "Amitabha... Song Tanyue, you seem to have forgotten one thing!"

Tang Shi took a step forward and glanced curiously: "What's the matter? Isn't this the signature?"

Song Hongdou pursed her lips and looked at the old monk.

Li Siyu blinked, not knowing what the monk was talking about.

As for Shen Xi, the monk Zhang Er was even more confused.

Song Ci pondered for a few seconds, and under Wang Yin's hopeful gaze, he said, "You mean, this poem hasn't been named yet?"

Song Ci knows that the original name of this poem is "Tiducheng Nanzhuang", and the author is Cui Hu of the Tang Dynasty.

"Taiping Guangji" records that after Cui Hu went to Chang'an to take the Jinshi examination and failed, he ran into a beautiful girl in the southern suburb of Chang'an City.

On the Qingming Festival of the following year, I revisited this woman again, so I wrote such a poem.

This record has the color of a legendary novel, and its authenticity is actually impossible to verify.

Master Liao Ran nodded: "This poem of yours was written in our Jialan Temple, so what is the name of your poem?"

The hint of the old monk is already obvious.

Just like the two poems "The Hairpin Head Phoenix" that Song Ci read in Shenyuan, the host of Jialan Temple also hoped that this poem by Song Ci could leave some traces related to Jialan Temple.

Song Ci laughed dumbly, and said: "This poem is called "Tijialan Temple"."

The old monk clapped his hands together and cheered: "Good! Tijialan Temple, good!"

Hearing this, Wang Yin wrote the name of the poem with joy in his eyes.

Tang Shi nodded slightly, thinking that this name is really good.

Li Siyu tilted his head, thinking that choosing such a name would be too flattering to Jialan Temple, but this was Song Ci's own decision.

Song Hongdou stood on the left side of Song Ci, and gave a rare compliment: "After a while, when they are engraved on the stone tablet, will you come to see them again?"

Song Ci nodded: "Of course I'll come when I'm free."

Two young monks stood up the ink-stained paper horizontally and showed it to all the audience.

Master Liao Ran stood in front of everyone, and said to everyone seriously with kindness and joy:
"Everyone, everyone is blessed today. I witnessed Mr. Song Ci wrote this song "Tijialan Temple" in our Jialan Temple. Everyone, come and listen to Song Tanyue's literary talents. Last year, today in this gate..."

The old monk recited this poem by Song Ci to everyone as if offering a treasure.

The tourists at the scene were pleasantly surprised and cheered.

"We are... witnessing a beautiful event on the spot!"

"Peach blossoms still laugh at the spring breeze, good poetry, good poetry!"

"Although I don't have much culture, when I hear this poem, I think it's amazing!"

"Oh my god! Teacher Song Ci, it's really a Wenqu star descending to earth, it's too awesome!"

"This poem is really well written!"

Everyone is praising.

At this time, a man with a thick face and a thick gold chain stood out from the crowd, he pointed at Qingran very dissatisfied and said:

"Old monk, I gave you 500 million yuan before you accepted my poem, and you promised to engrave it on a peach tree. I have finished reading the poem in Song Ci, and it's not that bad. Why can he engrave it on the inscription and pass it down through the ages?"

The local tyrants were very dissatisfied.

I feel that I have spent so much money, but it is not as effective as Song Ci, a so-called celebrity, and I feel that I have been cheated.

But this matter is the business of Jialan Temple itself.

Liaoran clasped his hands together, apologized repeatedly to Song Ci and the others, and then hurriedly dragged the local tyrant aside with a few monks to have a deep chat.

Song Ci and others, under the guidance of the program group, put aside the episode here and continued to go towards the back mountain of Jialan Temple.

On the way, Li Siyu covered his mouth and said with a smile, "It can be seen that Jialan Temple has made a lot of money over the years!"

Tang Shi also smiled and said: "Looking at it this way, Song Ci, you made money this time and saved 500 million yuan!"

Even Song Hongdou couldn't hold back anymore, and burst out laughing.

Wang Yin, on the other hand, said very seriously: "Mr. Song Ci's poem, measured in money, is simply an insult to Mr. Song Ci. Are you right, Mr. Song Ci?"

Song Ci nodded seriously.

But... If anyone spends 500 million to buy a poem from himself, I will write him bankrupt!
After everyone walked along the mountain stream and passed through several trails, people's voices suddenly became noisy in their ears.

A huge peach tree stood in front of everyone.

Bursts of floral fragrance swept along everyone's limbs and bones all the way to the cerebral cortex.

Song Ci and Li Siyu walked side by side at the front of the crowd.

【April is the end of the world, and the peach blossoms in the mountain temple are beginning to bloom.There is no place to look for the spring return of eternal regret, and I don't know where to turn into it. 】In Song Ci's mind, someone was reading poems.

"Teacher Song, I heard that this marriage tree is very powerful!" Li Siyu said softly, hanging on her toes.

Song Ci said: "Marriage is not obtained by seeking, it is obtained by hard work."

Everyone came under the marriage tree.

The branches of this peach tree are covered with red strings.

At a glance, they are all the wishes of lovers praying for a long time.

Under the peach tree, there is a stone as high as three feet.

It is the most famous Wangfu Stone in Jialan Temple.

Eight hundred years ago, there was a woman here who waited for her husband for 30 years under this husband-watching stone, and never saw her again until she died of old age.

And when the general returned from the battle, he had no choice but to stand silently in front of the opponent's lonely grave, with nowhere to say desolation.

The legend is poignant.

Over the years, this place has become the best place for couples to check in.

When the tourists saw the arrival of the program group, they all avoided the camera and stood on the other side of the peach tree.

Fortunately, this marriage tree is big enough to accommodate everyone.

Li Weicai stood in front of everyone, and said with a smile: "Teachers, I know that everyone is a public figure, and they may not want to show their expectations of love in front of others, so we specially found Abbot Ran and got a special marriage rope. You can tie your hair into the rope and hang it on the marriage tree!"

"There is another rule for this marriage tree, that is, you can only throw it once, and hang it up once, it must be the best!"

"Of course, if you have your lover's hair, you can wrap the other's hair with yours at the same time and put it in!"

After Li Weicai finished speaking, he distributed a red string to everyone.

A copper coin is tied to the end of the red rope.

Shen Xi took the red string, and complained: "Director Li, this red string is not friendly to Song Ge and me with short hair!"

Song Ci also nodded: "Yes, can our short hair be tied inside?!"

Li Weicai laughed and said, "It depends on your sincerity!"

Song Ci carefully pulled out a piece of his own hair and put it into the red rope, but because the hair is a bit short, no matter how you look at it, it looks so weak.

Tang Shi looked at Song Ci, and after hesitating for a moment, took off a piece of her own black silk, tied it inside the red rope, and then approached Song Ci, saying:
"You can't tie it up well. If you throw it out, it will definitely fall off. Oh, you are really stupid. Come on, let me tie it up for you!"

Song Ci said: "I can't help it, I have a short cut! My hair is too short!"

Tang Shi took his red rope and hair from Song Ci, frowned slightly, and manipulated it twice with his white hands like peeling onions.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew over, and Tang Shi suddenly called out: "Oh, the wind has blown your hair away, give me two more!"

Tang Shi looked at Song Ci and blinked her innocent eyes earnestly.

At this time.

Li Siyu, who had stood aside a long time ago, looked at Song Ci and Tang poetry, said: "Let me help you pull it out!"

So Song Ci tilted his head slightly.

Li Siyu groped Song Ci's head twice.

"Come on, Sister Tang Tang!" She carefully handed Tang Shi a piece of Song Ci's hair.

Song Ci covered his head and frowned: "Xiao Yu, how many hairs have you pulled out of me? Why is it so painful?"

Li Siyu rolled his eyes and said, "Just one, Sister Tangtang, you have to be careful, don't be blown away by the wind again!"

Tang Shi hummed obediently, and said, "Don't worry, I know it well!"

After a while, Tang Shi handed Song Ci the red rope and said: "Okay, look at what I tied for you, it's safe and secure!"

Song Ci said: "Then I thank you!"

On the other side, Shen Xi has already completed her own red rope.

He stood under the peach tree, gritted his teeth, and threw it hard.

The red rope flew up and down.

Wang Yin smiled and said: "It's over, your first relationship must not go well, haha!"

Shen Xi quickly picked it up and threw it away.

Still didn't hang up.

Li Siyu smiled and said: "Xiao Shen, you will not be a scumbag in the future, the kind who will break the hearts of many girls, right?"

Shen Xi gritted her teeth, picked up the red rope, and continued to throw it.

Still didn't hang up.

Tang Shi couldn't hold back anymore: "Shen Xi, don't throw it away, every time you throw it away, you will lose a daughter-in-law!"

Everyone immediately burst out laughing.

Finally, when Shen Xi threw it for the fourth time, his marriage line finally hung on the tree.

With one hand on his waist, he looked at everyone and said very seriously: "What do you know? The reason why I threw it so many times can only show that my love road is bumpy and twists and turns, but the final ending must be super happy!"

Song Ci said: "Okay, then let me see my marriage!"

Song Ci stood under the peach tree.

Tang Shi stood not far away, caressing the red rope in her hand, watching Song Ci's movements eagerly, without blinking her eyes.

Li Siyu licked her lower lip, her eyes fell on the red string in Song Ci's hand.

She looked at the extra short hair in her hand again, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

Song Hongdou folded her hands on her chest. She didn't mean to tie the red rope, but she also looked at Song Ci with concern.

Song Ci hits it right away.

"Okay!" He waved his fist excitedly.

Li Siyu tied the two hairs in the red rope together and threw them upward once.

Did not throw it up.

I threw it again, but it still didn't go up.

Shen Xi smiled from the side: "Mr. Xiao Yu, you need to work harder, you just don't have enough strength!"

Li Siyu gritted his teeth, tried his best this time, and finally hung up.

On the other side, Tang Shi threw her red rope up calmly.

And the hanging place is very close to the red rope of Song Ci, only a few inches away.

"Wow! Sister Tang Tang, you are so powerful, you threw it up all at once!" Wang Yin sighed aside, she also threw it up several times before she threw it up.

Tang Shi thrust her waist arrogantly, raised her white chin slightly, snorted softly, and said: "It can be seen that my marriage will definitely be super happy!"

After she finished speaking, she glanced at Song Ci, seeing that Song Ci didn't look at her at all, she had no choice but to stamp her feet.

At this time, Song Ci was singing in his mind.

【I want to hold your hand like this and not let go, can love be simple and harmless】

【You lean on my shoulder, you fall asleep on my chest】

【A life like this, I love you and you love me】

Shen Xi's eyes were very sharp, and he immediately noticed that among the six people present, only Song Hongdou was holding the red rope, but he was motionless.

So he asked, "Sister Hongdou, don't you want to throw your red rope?"

When Song Ci and others heard the words, they all looked over.

Song Hongdou shook her head, and said, "You have to grasp your own marriage. It's meaningless to throw it here. And you see, this marriage tree is covered with marriages of countless people. It's too heavy. I'm afraid Yuelao won't be busy, so I'll let it go!"

Shen Xi raised a thumbs up at Song Hongdou: "It's still sister, you live a transparent life!"

Then everyone stood under the tree again, holding the tree full of red ropes, and took a picture together.

After the recording of this party was over, some tourists who were not far away came up boldly and asked if they could take a photo together.

Song Ci and others were satisfied one by one.

About half an hour later, everyone arrived at the place where they lived tonight—the backyard of Jialan Temple.

(End of this chapter)