She is A and Sa at the same table

Chapter 629 A rainy night matches horror movies better
Jing Xing's breathing was light and gentle, his black eyes, which were always somewhat indifferent, were closed, and the dark eyelashes drooped down at this moment, pulling two slender shadows under his eyes.

Lin Qingyou looked at him with downcast eyes. Although Jing Xing's facial features were beautiful, they were cold and seemed to have a sense of distance. Now when he closed his eyes, he was a little more childish.

Lin Qingyou relaxed her movements, and stretched out her hand silently, just as she was about to poke his face, Jing Xing suddenly opened her eyes.

Suddenly meeting those beautiful black eyes, Lin Qingyou was taken aback for a moment, and in the gap of her stupefaction, he grabbed her wrist, pulled her forward, and plunged into his arms.

In the next second, Jing Xing's slightly hoarse voice sounded from her ear: "What are you doing sneakily?"

Probably because he was sleepy, his voice was obviously full of lingering drowsiness.

Lin Qingyou moved her arms, raised her head from his embrace, and pulled him up as well: "There's no sneaking around, I just came to see what you're doing."

Jing Xing half sat up on the bed according to her wishes, then rubbed her head casually, and asked her, "Aren't you going to sleep?"

Lin Qingyou said: "Don't sleep anymore, are you going to climb the mountain?"

"Now?" Jing Xing took the phone and glanced at the time.

Lin Qingyou nodded.

"Okay." Jing Xing didn't say much, got up and took his coat.

Turn right out of the hotel, and walk for two or three minutes to a small road leading to the ancient temple in the deep mountain. The mountain road made of bluestone slabs winds and turns, winding all the way to the depths of the dense forest.

Probably because of the age, there are already thin cracks on the bluestone board, full of traces of time.

Walking up the mountain for about an hour and a half, you can see the temple hidden in the towering ancient trees.

Lingqiao Temple is built on the mountain, with vermilion walls and black tiles, cornices and angles, majestic and solemn.

The empty mountain is silent, and the breeze kisses this thousand-year-old temple located in the mountains. The three-legged dragon-carved incense burner in the Daxiong Hall spreads red sandalwood, and the Buddha incense grows wantonly.

Lin Qingyou took three sticks of incense, lit them, and knelt down on the futon.

Jing Xing didn't believe this at first, but now seeing her pious expression, he also became awe-inspiring.

After praying in the main hall, Lin Qingyou walked to the backyard with the flow of people, and after exiting the back door, there was a pool surrounded by stone fences, filled with red and gold koi.

Jing Xing leaned on the stone railing, watching her indifferently as she fetched fish food to feed the koi.

After blowing the mountain breeze, the strong Buddha fragrance on his body dissipated a little. Jing Xing squinted his eyes, and suddenly said, "Just now, what wish did you make?"

Lin Qingyou didn't raise her head, she grabbed a small handful of fish food and sprinkled it on the surface of the water, the koi scrambled to get out of the water: "If I don't tell you, my wish won't come true."

Jing Xing raised his eyebrows: "If you don't say it, it will come true?"

"..."

This question was asked of her.

Lin Qingyou tilted her head and glanced at him: "Not necessarily, but it should be more likely than not saying it."

Jing Xing was very interested: "How to say?"

Lin Qingyou didn't know why he suddenly became interested in this, she blinked and said, "Isn't it all passed down like this?"

"That's not necessarily true." Jing Xing turned sideways slightly, and put his elbows on the railing.

"Then I won't tell you." After feeding the last handful of fish food, Lin Qingyou clapped her hands, stood up on her knees, and asked him wonderingly, "Why are you so interested in this today?"

Didn't he always disbelieve in things like gods and Buddhas?

Jing Xing stretched out his hand to give her a hand, and smiled, "Isn't it because your expression is too pious, so you're a little curious?"

The two continued to walk into the temple, just passing a Buddhist hall, and the sound of chanting came from inside.

Lin Qingyou stood at the door, looked inside curiously, and whispered, "Actually, I used to be very envious of the emperor's concubines."

Jing Xing raised his final voice, puzzled: "The emperor's concubine?"

Why did it suddenly come to this again?
"Yes." Lin Qingyou said seriously, "Because they said that they can become a nun if they say they become a monk, and they can directly shave their hair and become a nun. , and you have to read the scriptures well.”

Jing Xing: "..."

Thanks to the progress and development of society, the threshold for becoming a monk has been raised.

"That's right." After listening for a while, Lin Qingyou suddenly turned her head and asked, "Where is the lottery applicant you mentioned?"

Jing Xing paused, and said, "It's in a big hall at the back."

"Then let's go." Lin Qingyou grabbed his back and continued walking along the road in the backyard, "Let's go and have a look."

Although she felt that fortune-telling seemed unreliable, it was already here, and it would be a pity not to check it out.

Jing Xing was dragged towards the backyard by her, and asked casually, "Stop listening?"

"I won't listen anymore." Lin Qingyou's pace quickened, "I'm more interested in the place where I'm seeking a lottery now."

"I saw you listening so carefully just now, do you know what scripture they are reading?"

"I know." Lin Qingyou nodded.

Jing Xing: "?"

Jing Xing: "You know?"

Shouldn't the normal person's answer be that they don't know? ? ?

"En." Lin Qingyou nodded again, and said, "The Great Buddha's Top Tathagata secret cause has proved the Bodhisattva's ten thousand lines first Shurangama Sutra."

Jing Xing: "..."

WTF?

She read the name once and he couldn't remember it.

Seeing that he didn't seem to understand, Lin Qingyou looked at him and repeated it again, and even slowed down the speed of speaking thoughtfully: ""The Great Buddha's Top Tathagata Secret Cause has Cultivated the Righteous Bodhisattva Ten Thousand Lines of the First Shurangama Sutra""

Jing Xing: "..."

The big Buddha stands on top of the Tathagata... What's the matter with the Tathagata?

After a moment of silence, Jing Xing resolutely cut off the topic: "Okay, you don't need to talk about it, let's draw lots."

In front of the Dacheng Hall, there was a winding long queue of tourists who asked for signatures and interpretations. Lin Qingyou stood on tiptoe and looked over there: "There are so many people."

"Most people came here because of this signature." Jing Xing also took a glance, and pulled her to stand at the end of the line, looking calm and composed, "Since you're here, just wait. "

After queuing for more than half an hour, she finally moved slowly to the front. Lin Qingyou took the wooden cylinder handed over by the monk, held it in her hand, shook it twice, and quickly dropped a wooden stick out of it, and landed on the On the ground, there was a crisp sound.

She bent down to pick up the wooden sign, looked down, and saw three columns of small characters written side by side on the wooden sign——

[If everyone likes it, those ruthless flowers and birds also untie the knots and learn to live together]

Unable to understand, Jing Xing took the signature in her hand and handed it to the monk in front who was twisting the Buddhist beads.

The monk took it, slightly surprised, and then smiled and said: "I have done my best with my own heart. This sign has the meaning of flowers and birds expressing love, and it is really the best sign."

Lin Qingyou was also a little surprised. Her luck has never been very good. She thought that she would win the lottery at most, but unexpectedly, she reached out and got a lottery.

The monk said in a gentle voice: "The flower and bird teaser in this lottery refers to the feelings of boys and girls of childhood sweethearts. Between lovers, only ask for dedication, love comes, fate attaches, and blessings are abundant. As long as they are of the same mind, danger can be turned into good luck."

Lin Qingyou's expression moved slightly, she sounded pretty good, she turned her head to look at Jing Xing, and motioned: "You smoke one too?"

Jing Xing shook his head: "No smoking."

"You really don't smoke?"

"I really don't smoke."

"..."

Lin Qingyou suddenly had the illusion that she was giving way to him.

Afraid of delaying the time of those who lined up behind, Lin Qingyou didn't ask any more questions, and withdrew from the line with him, walked up the front steps a few floors, and asked, "Why didn't you draw a lottery?"

Jing Xing casually turned the mineral water in his hand, and said, "I fear ghosts and gods, and I don't believe in gods and Buddhas."

Lin Qingyou: "Then what do you believe?"

Jing Xing suddenly stopped, turned his head to look at her, and slightly curled his lips: "Trust me."

When walking down from the mountain, the sky has already darkened, the twilight is heavy, the forest is vast, the mountain road is less and less pedestrian, the tourists have dispersed, and the whole mountain has gradually quieted down.

Lin Qingyou stood on the stone steps at the entrance of the temple and looked back. Lingqiao Ancient Temple was full of incense, and the Sanskrit sounds were endless. The autumn water is long and the sky is long, the fishing boats on the river sing late, and the travelers at the foot of the mountain return home.

Halfway through the mountain road, the rain suddenly started to fall unexpectedly. The clouds in the sky covered the sky and the sun.

Once it rains in the mountains, the umbrella is of little use. The rain-wet fabric sticks tightly to the skin, and when the wind blows, it feels slightly chilly.

Fortunately, the hotel is halfway up the mountain, so it's not too far away. After entering the room, Lin Qingyou quickly went to get a dry towel and took a shower in the bathroom.

After drying her hair, she sat down on the sofa with a glass of water in her hand, and turned on the TV.

After a while, Jing Xing also came out of the room. Lin Qingyou was picking up a movie with great interest. Hearing his movement, she didn't look at him, but raised her voice slightly and asked, "It's idle, let's watch it." A horror movie?"

"..."

Jing Xing paused slightly, hesitated and asked, "A horror movie?"

According to the normal storyline, shouldn't they be watching a romantic love movie?
No matter how bad it is, it should be a literary and fresh film.

"Yes." Lin Qingyou nodded, continued to press the remote control, flipped through the movie and said, "Isn't it raining outside? Rainy nights go better with horror movies."

"..."

"By the way, you're not afraid of ghosts, are you?" She asked again thoughtfully, "If you're afraid, then stop watching."

"..."

"Don't be afraid." Jing Xing said this with no confidence.

"That's all right, you turn off the light."

"..."

The classic old movies in the 90s of the last century, the plot music and styling are all online, the eerie styling combined with the weird music, combined with the ups and downs of the plot, directly spread the goosebumps from the back to the top of the head.

Lin Qingyou nestled on the sofa, holding a pillow in her arms, watching intently.

Jing Xing's expression was a bit indescribable, as the plot unfolded, he leaned towards her calmly, until he was squeezed together with Lin Qingyou, he was slightly relieved.

How should I put it, he is not afraid of ghosts and monsters, and he usually watches horror movies, because He Xiangyang likes to watch them, and Jing Xing watches a few of them with him from time to time.

But the one that Xiao Nuomi Duanzi chose was different. This was the one he had watched when he was very young.

At that time, this movie became his childhood shadow.

Just now he had the courage to watch it again, and now it's all right, it has directly become his adult shadow.

The lights in the room were not turned on, and the curtains were drawn tightly so that the light from outside could not come in. Lin Qingyou didn't realize that, ever since seeing the name of this movie, Jing Xing's expression was not quite right.

As the plot was reaching its climax, the mobile phone on the table suddenly rang.

Jing Xing's nerves were tense, and when he heard this sound, he was startled, and his heart skipped a beat.

Slowing down his breathing, he took a deep breath and turned his head to look at Lin Qingyou.

Lin Qingyou's attention was completely focused on the video, and she didn't hear the sound. Jing Xing touched her arm and reminded her: "The phone is ringing."

"Huh?" Her eyes were still on the TV, she just leaned forward and reached for the phone.

Looking down at the screen, it was a message from the group.

While looking up at the TV, she distractedly clicked on the news.

[Xing Xiangxiang: Hehehe, it's evening, let me check your progress, are you hehehe? 】

Lin Qingyou replied the message absently.

[Lin Qingyou: No, we are watching a horror movie. 】

[Jiang Xiaoyu: Plus one, we're playing a black fight game. 】

【Xing Xiangxiang: ... What are you doing? ? ? 】

[Jiang Xiaoyu: Play a black game. 】

[Lin Qingyou: Watch a horror movie. 】

[Xing Xiangxiang: ...that's amazing, it's already time, don't you two enjoy the nightlife, play games and watch ghost movies? ? ? 】

[Xing Xiangxiang: Lili, how is your place? 】

After a while, Xia Li replied.

[Xia Li: I'm fucking convinced, my boyfriend brought his nephew over here, and I'm changing his nephew's diaper and making milk powder! 】

【Xing Xiangxiang:...】

All right, she'd better stop asking, the three sisters are not as good as the other.

It wasn't until the video reflection ended and the lights were turned on again in the living room that Jing Xing felt that his heart, which had been tightly held by fate, had finally resumed beating, and his nerves, which had been tense all along, relaxed.

Presumably this should be the closest time in his life to dying on the spot.

After watching the movie, Lin Qingyou threw the phone aside and went to the bar to get a glass of warm water.

After she came back, instead of sitting on the sofa, she stood in front of Jing Xing, looked down at him, and looked worried: "You look so pale, did you get scared just now?"

"..."

"No." Jing Xing closed his eyes, his voice was hoarse, and he gave another universal reason, "I... have low blood sugar."

(End of this chapter)