When the iceberg is sweetened by me

Chapter 190 He also always remembers that summer day.

Bei Yan's heart skipped a beat.

Also suddenly, very moved.

What kind of things and moods does he have to go through to make him love someone so much?

It was also at this moment that she suddenly realized that if she felt that she was a stranger to this place, it was because her heart was no longer here.

When the child was affected by others' affection, she didn't know it.

After the doom of Mencius Xian that the future mage said came, she also did something like Mu Jinhan... for Mencius Xian that she never thought of.

And that man, all the gaps in his mind or body, just protect her all the peace and joy in the past, present and future.

But this is all for the rest.

The wind sent the preceptor's chanting to every corner, Master Yiguang went to work, and Meng Zixian stayed in the inner hall that would not be seen by tourists.

A few beams of light came in from the carved wooden wall beside him, refracted by the surrounding metal decorations, and reached the statue of Bodhisattva.

He raised his eyes and looked at the Bodhisattva whose fingers were bent into the seal of wisdom, but his heart was not calm, and he was rolling with huge emotional waves like waves.

He was wondering whether Yan'er had experienced the choice of life and death when she was a baby, and was blessed by God to grow up like this in the end.

She also thought about how many difficulties she had encountered along the way, and how they were able to turn the dangers into blessings and reach the place she wanted to go.

As soon as I thought about it, I immediately felt that the statue in front of me was so sacred and majestic.

In the outer hall, there is a young female master who is about the same age as Bei Yan, who is arranging the incense and incense burners for pilgrims to worship in front of the Buddha.

Mencius went over, took out some spare cash from his wallet, and put them in the merit box beside him. Under the surprised gaze of the little master, he asked to burn incense sticks for several Buddhas.

After it was lit, the smell of incense permeated his whole body. He knelt on the futon, but he didn't think about any wishes.

Looking at the tall golden statue, he just muttered two words silently——

Thank you.

……

Luo Gucheng did not sleep.

In the cold wind, he opened the car door.

The air conditioner was still on in the car, and he was probably used to this kind of contradictory waste.

The man was lazy in the back seat, with a gray pillow under his head. He propped up his arms and held a mobile phone in his hand. There was a photo album on the phone, and in the photo album was a group photo of the two bald-headed girls.

The two girls leaned together and laughed happily.

After watching for a while, he put the phone aside and closed his eyes.

Sometimes, the chanting voices of those monks praying for blessings sounded a bit piercing.

But these are not unfamiliar to Luo Gucheng.

In recent years, because of the passing of two young old friends, he has sat in countless piles of monks and listened to them recite sutras of the past.

He always remembered that summer day, too.

The hottest days when the sun turns everything pale.

But he was dressed in black, weakly holding a bouquet of white roses in his hand, the water droplets on it had long been evaporated by the heat.

That day, he stood across a road, once again experiencing life and death that he had no time to do anything.

The whitened asphalt road illuminated by the sun will no longer be bright red when blood is splashed on it, just like the girl who suddenly encountered an accident on that road, her life will disappear in a short time.

The white rose she held in her hand, which was the same as his, turned into a delicate red in an instant in the pool of blood.

That day was Luo Shuirao's death day, and it also became her death day.

The two girls in the photo are both dead.

Before that person died, he once said to him that if the death of her and Shui Rao would be a fatal blow to him, but if a person has a soul, they will not watch him sink down, one day...

(End of this chapter)