Hundreds of millions of pets: BOSS marriage addiction addiction

Chapter 267 Make a Wish
Tong Junhao's wrist trembled, and the buttered tea he just picked up almost splashed all over his body.

This girl is really as shameless as him when she spouts.

The two quarreled in the room for a while. Although they were not used to the food here, Nan Jin still told Tong Junhao that if he really ate everything he was used to, then it would not be called traveling.

Tong Junhao clicked his tongue twice, planning to take her to eat yak meat in the evening, to make up for it.

The air here is not at the same level as yours in Qingcheng. The Nanjin Plateau doesn't reflect much, and it breathes the air greedily.

The two rented a car and started to play. Tong Junhao was worried that the altitude on the mountain was too high and Nan Jin would not be able to bear it, so he refused to go up the mountain, so he had to go to some lakes to play.

Tong Junhao drove the car, shuttled on the road, and walked through the settlements of the Naxi, Yi, Bai and other people. Because he did not understand Tibetan, although he knew some customs here, Nanjin still did not dare to have much communication with the villagers here. , for fear of saying the wrong thing between words.

There are many cattle and sheep grazing by the lake and on the grassland. This is the first time that Nanjin saw these animals outside the dining table, and she was very excited.

Tong Junhao's always dull temper became more cheerful under her explanation, and he confirmed time and time again that marrying Nan Jin was the most correct decision he made in his life.

"I heard that walking marriages are popular in one place." Nan Jin's meaningful eyes flicked across him.

Tong Junhao was stunned for a moment, "Well, there is indeed a place where walking marriages are popular, but walking marriages are not just for any man."

"I thought you didn't know." Nan Jin laughed and ran away from him.

"You forgot, my mother is from the south, and I have lived in the south for many years, although not here."

Nan Jin tapped her head, wanting to tease Tong Junhao, but she didn't expect to be drawn into it first.

It was boring for herself, and it didn't affect her interest too much, so she lifted the hem of her skirt and ran forward.

Surrounding Ramyangcuo Lake is a circle of artificially built plank roads. There are various aquatic plants and wild flowers growing beside the plank roads, and even unknown medicinal materials, etc., which are very gorgeous and particularly eye-catching.

Tong Junhao shook his head and followed behind her. This is the famous Lamu Yangcuo Lake in Shangri-La. The lake is not big, but it is famous in the snow area.

These waterfowls are probably used to seeing crowds, so they are not afraid. This is the first time Nan Jin has seen such a natural scenery, running around the lake excitedly, her skirt blooming at her feet every step of the way.

"It is said that standing on the top of the Zhacang Hall and looking at Ramyangcuo Lake is a natural projection of Buddha. When the weather is fine, the water is as clear as a mirror, and the lake and mountains reflect each other. Sometimes the sky will be covered with dark clouds, and there will be no wind and waves, and the lake will emit There are strange sounds, and various wonderful scenes will appear. It is said that believers watch the lake at the same time, but they see different scenes, and some can even see their past and present lives from the images at the bottom of the lake." Tong Junhao's methodical voice was behind her It was ringing, and his eyes kept falling on her, not leaving for a moment.

Nan Jin twitched the corner of her mouth, "Past and present? You believe it."

Tong Junhao was noncommittal, "It's just a legend."

"Okay," she shrugged, "Actually, I really want to see our past and present lives."

She didn't believe in Buddhism at first, let alone the theory of reincarnation, but at this moment, standing on this land and looking at the temple in the distance, she still couldn't help but feel admiration in her heart.

"The past life is not important, this life is under our feet." He held her hand, and she seemed to feel his strong friendship flowing between his fingers.

"I remember reading in a book that there is a tree in Shangri-La that has lived for thousands of years. Gradually, some people came to pray for blessings under that tree, and it is said that seeking benevolence and gaining benevolence is very effective.”

The expression on her face is very agile, exuding a kind of brilliance, which makes people have to focus on her, but it doesn't make people feel abrupt.

"Want to find it?" The man explained her thoughts in one word.

Nan Jin snorted twice, grabbed his arm and shook it, "Well, I want to look for it, tell me, will you take me there?"

Tong Junhao laughed, and couldn't help but think of her heroic words of "Kiss me to death" at noon, stretched out his hand to stroke her long hair fluttering in the wind, and said dotingly: "Okay, go find it."

"Okay, okay, I know you are the best." She hugged him and rubbed against his neck childishly.

"Since it's so good, do you want to give me some rewards?" He half-closed his eyes and lowered his head involuntarily.

Nan Jin tilted her head slightly, a little cunning flashed in her eyes, "People say that this is the lake of the gods, and kissing here is disrespectful to the gods."

"..." Tong Junhao made a black line, but at this moment of stupefaction, Nan Jin had already jumped away from him and ran away laughing.

The unique and soft voice made his heart flutter, and he chased after him without hesitation for a second.

In the afternoon, the two of them went to the temple to worship incense. Although they might not be as reverent as believers, let alone as pious as pilgrims, when kneeling on the futon, Nan Jin had no other distractions. A silent prayer.

"I don't seek glory, I don't seek fame and fortune. I only want to have a child who is connected with my lover in this life. I only hope that they will be safe forever."

Tong Junhao also had a solemn expression on his face, he didn't know what he was thinking, after paying respects, Tong Junhao pulled Nan Jin out, seeing his rare serious face, he smiled, "What wish did you make?"

The man pressed his slender and distinct fingers on her lips, made a silent movement, and acted extra cautiously, "Shh, it won't work if you say it."

Nan Jin immediately grinned and wanted to laugh, but stopped in the next second. Tong Junhao has gone through countless ups and downs. When has he been so devout? This can only prove that the wish he just made is too important.

She didn't say anything more, and walked out hand in hand with Tong Junhao.

Morning bells and evening drums, unknowingly, in this environment, the obsession and unwillingness in my heart have been weakened.

She suddenly remembered a figure in ancient China, Tsangyang Gyatso.

This man who yearns for love persistently and has been politically depressed all his life leaves only the first immortal poem and his immortal love story in the snowy area.

"I closed my eyes in the incense mist of the scripture hall, and suddenly heard the mantra in your chanting scriptures; in that month, I shook all the scripture cylinders, not for salvation, but just to touch your fingertips..."

During the walk, she hummed the song involuntarily. Tong Junhao narrowed his eyes and slowly raised the corners of his lips.

When her singing stopped slowly, Tong Junhao stroked her cheek and said slowly, "I was worried about being too sentimental to damage the holy life, and I was afraid that if I went to the mountains, I would not fall into the city. The world is safe and secure, and I will not fail the Tathagata and not fail the Qing."

(End of this chapter)