"Yes." Shang Qingfen responded with a flat response to Bian Yingning's greeting, and then ignored her again. It was obvious that she didn't want to talk to her.

Bian Yingning was a little confused by her indifference: "You..."

But Shang Qingfen didn't give her a chance to talk to herself, so she stepped up and opened the distance between the two.

Between the sky and the earth, only white and wood ink remain.

Only Shang Qingfen appeared in front of her with a touch of green.

On the road not only the two of them came to worship Buddha, but there were also many other pedestrians.

It seems that the most important thing in the world is what you ask for.

Soon, Shang Qinghui and Bian Yingning could no longer talk, and a passerby stopped them.

Something is wrong.

Shang Qingfen is usually angry, so why is it so low today.

Cold violence?

Bian Yingning frowned, thinking about what she had done to offend her, and followed.

I thought about it all the way.

Stop and go, climbed for more than half an hour, and finally reached the top of the mountain.

The whole world seems to have suddenly brightened up. In front of the solemn and solemn temple is an open space with a wide field of vision. In the distance, you can see the continuous urban area of ​​H City, which is now covered in snow.

Several people stopped at the entrance of the temple, and a few monks in gray cloth robes came out to receive them.

Bian Yingning was still panting slightly, and the smell of incense lingered in her nostrils, which made people feel a little calm.

"Donors, please this way." A person who appeared to be the host led a few people in.

The place in front of the temple is very large, and finally no one can separate the two.

Because of the heat, she pushed the hat on top of her head. The zipper of the down jacket that was tightly wrapped and the collar covered her chin was also pulled to the chest. Untidy clothes."

Father Bian followed the abbot and didn't know what to say to the abbot.

Ouyang Fei and Mother Bian were holding hands, as if whispering.

Shang Qingfeng followed behind the four with a bag that she didn't know who, but no one noticed the two of them.

"Are you in a bad mood today?" Bian Yingning couldn't help but ask again.

Something red on her side neck flashed across her pale skin.

Bian Ying Ning raised her heart and wanted to take a closer look.

But Shang Qingfen's movement of lifting the collar was disordered, she only glanced at it, and Shang Qingfen seemed to notice her eyes, and put the collar upright, without fanning .

"Very good." She replied without emotion.

Bian Yingning frowned.

She might as well just tell herself not to talk to her, or lose her temper, at least not, and it's not ignoring you, but this "reason" makes people even more annoyed.

"Ningning, Qingfen, come in." After stepping into the temple gate, Mother Bian looked back at the two of them, and realized that she hadn't followed, so she called out.

"Okay." Shang Qinghui said, walking over Bian Yingning to the entrance of the temple.

The moment she passed by Bian Yingning, she grabbed her arm.

Before Shang Qinghui recovered, Bian Yingning pulled her back and pulled her back before Shang Qinghui could react. collar.

A bright and dazzling kiss/mark left Shang Qing's neck near the collarbone, stinging Bian Yingning's eyes.

"What is this?" she asked in a low voice.

what is this?"

Because she guessed it, she didn't want to believe it.

"Who is it?" Who left her mark on her.

"You don't know." Shang Qingfen said, straightening her waist, with a little bit of victory that was hard to detect, and walked into the temple with her chin slightly raised.

Bian Yingning stood there and looked at her receding back, the tip of her nose was sore.

She met someone else.

Is this what she wants, is this not what she wants.

She did it, what is she sad about.

"Is Ning Ning still here?"

The abbot took people to purify their hands with wormwood water before taking them to the Mahavira Hall.

"Come here." Bian mother also turned around to look for it, just saw Bian Yingning come in.

Suddenly there was some secret pleasure in my heart, and at the same time there was a hint of secret joy.

It turns out that she is not indifferent to herself.

Bian Yingning is like a walking corpse, kneeling and worshiping together.

Afterwards, Bian Fu and Shang Fu brought Shang Qingfeng to the master to talk about what, and didn't care about them,

Ouyang Fei led them to ask for a sign, to see if there is any unfinished sorrow this year, if she can find a solution, and to ask for blessings for the coming year.

The process is basically the same every time I come here. Shang Qinghui is a little bit lacking in interest.

.

But the person in charge of the signing this year seems to have changed?

Shang Qinghui looked strangely at the monk sitting behind the signing table.

It seems that he is at the age of knowing his destiny. He is holding a string of Buddha beads in his hand, eyes closed, and is rhythmically pinching the beads.

Shang Qinghui saw that he suddenly remembered the big bell behind the temple, she had seen it when she came before, and there will be a little monk to ring it, one after another, it feels like resounds throughout the world.

Simple, heavy and stable.

Shang Qingfen originally wanted to shake one at will.

Just as her hand touched the wall of the lottery tube, the old monk suddenly opened his eyes. He didn't look at Shang Qinghui, but just stared at her hand and said solemnly, "Donor, be sincere."

Shang Qing stopped, how did he know that he was not sincere?

The old monk closed his eyes after speaking.

I picked it up and saw only one number written on it.

She just wanted to take the sign and go to the small hall next door to find someone to unravel the sign, when the old monk suddenly said from behind her: "Donor, this sign is a sign on the top, you don't need to solve it, just follow your heart. Can."

"From the heart?" She turned around and asked in confusion, but the old monk ignored her and didn't even move her eyelids.

I don't know if this is wrong, there was no one else in the room except her for a while.

What's the matter?

Shang Qingfen went out holding the sign.

Thinking about it, she still turned her head to understand the small hall of the sign.

After the person who unsigned got her sign, he gave her a small piece of paper. Shang Qinghui went out to the door and opened it, with only one sentence on it.

She pursed her lips.

…

Mother Bian asked her and she only said that she was tired from climbing the mountain and wanted to rest. Seeing that her face was not very good, Mum Bian didn't think much about it, but said that if she is still not feeling well after the rest, she must tell her about it. .

Bian Yingning responded and went back to the room, half leaning on the bed in a daze.

The body is warm, but the heart is like falling into the ice cellar.

Who would it be.

Someone appeared by her side without her knowing.

Wang Yu, it is not impossible.

Bian Yingning can't think of a result, or she herself can't think of a result.

I sat like this all afternoon.

My mind is full of bits and pieces of the previous two.

In her little fan car, in her swimming pool, in her room, in her bed…

In the evening, the little novice may have been ordered to come and ask Bian Yingning's situation.

She just woke up from a dream, patted her face, and got up.

My body is a little tired, but my mood is much calmer.

The little novice asked her if she was hungry, and told her what to do in the temple.

Ask for a sign, ask for auspicious days, tie a red rope…

"Go and ask for an autograph." She remembered that Ouyang Fei called them to go after praying to the Buddha, but she was really not interested, so she didn't follow.

"Okay, this way."

The temple is generally not a guest who doesn't stay overnight, and very few people will stay there. As the sky gets darker, there are fewer pilgrims in the temple.

Bian Yingning walked around and didn't see many people.

"Entering here is the Hall of Signing."

Bian Yingning looked up at the small black house in front of her, and the corners of her mouth moved.

"I'm here waiting for the donor." The little novice didn't go in with her.

Bian Yining hesitated.

In winter, in the deep mountains and forests, temples, dark houses, only a little candlelight flickers in the window.

In the end she went in.

Seeing the old monk holding the Buddhist beads behind the lottery table, Bian Yingning stepped forward: "Master, what is the price of the lottery."

I don't blame her for asking. Usually, you have to pay money wherever you go.

The old monk didn't lift his eyelids: "Sincere heart is spirit."

Bian Yingning didn't ask any more, took a deep breath, picked up the lottery, and shook it.

Unexpectedly, two stickers fell out.

Looking at the two stickers on the table left and right, Bian Yingning didn't know which one to get.

After hesitation, she suddenly met the eyes of the old monk who didn't know when to open.

Stunned.

His eyes were so sharp that they seemed to be able to see into the depths of her heart.

He didn't even look at the two signs on the table, looked at Bian Yingning and said, "One sign up, one sign down, which one do you want, donor?"

"Which one is better?" Bian Yingning asked.

"Man makes things happen, and heaven makes things happen."

Bian Yingning chuckled: "Then I don't want any of them."

Mysterious and mysterious.

She turned around and left, and the old monk didn't speak again.

The little novice was still waiting for her when she came out: "Donor, it's time for dinner."

Bian Yining nodded.

Follow him to the dining room.

As soon as she got to the door, someone called her from behind.

Bian Yingning turned back, another little novice, ran out of breath, came to her and handed her a small piece of paper: "Donor, this is your release."

Bian Yingning didn't answer: "I didn't cancel the signing, it's not mine."

"Master Kongwu said it was yours, Bian."

The last names are the same, so it shouldn't be a coincidence.

Bian Yingning brought it over and thanked the little novice who sent the fortune.

"Ning Ning."

Bian Yingning didn't have time to look when Ouyang Fei and the others came from beside her.

She slipped the paper into her pocket.

Looking sideways, Bian's father, Bian's mother and others came together.

"I just went to your house to look for you, thinking about where you went."

Bian Yingning smiled and said that she felt better after resting for a while, so she came out for a walk.

Shang Qingfen and Shang Qingfeng walked side by side at the end, Shang Qingfen glanced at Bian Yingning.

It wasn't until she was about to eat in the dining hall that she turned her head to look at her.

She is not looking at herself.

Shang Qingfen's heart sank.

The kind of secret joy she cared about suddenly disappeared.

Does she really care about herself...

There was a fire.

A small compartment was vacated for them in the temple, and there was a large round table, which was full of dishes.

On a closer look, they are all green and white, vegetarian feasts.

The two families did not know whether it was intentional or not, and finally set aside three adjacent positions. Ouyang Fei called Shang Qinghui: "Come and sit down." By the way, he motioned her to sit next to each other. in the position beside her.

Shang Qinghui knew at a glance that she wanted her brother to sit next to Bian Yingning.

Oh, it's beautiful.

She snorted coldly, pulled the middle seat and sat down.

The smile on Ouyang Fei's face did not change at all, she said to Mother Bian, "I almost forgot, Qinghui and Ningning are both from the same school, do they usually go to play together? ?"

This seems to be talking to Bian mother, but she is actually waiting for Bian Yingning or Shang Qingfen to answer.

Bian Yingning sat down between Shang Qinghui and Bian's mother, and also laughed: "Of course, I also went to the school cafe to review together during the review week."

Anise? Shang Qingfen's hand holding the chopsticks continued to use force.

This is also a nickname that people can call?

Hypocritical.

Only they know what happened that day.

Then she was a little annoyed when she heard a few people chatting happily.

Shang Qingfen was upset after eating a meal, and after taking a few bites, she said she was full and wanted to go back to the house and left.

After Shang Qingfen left, Ouyang Fei's face was calm: "This Qingfen!"

Mother Bian said: "After climbing the mountain for a day, most of them are tired, Qingfen's physical fitness is considered good, look at my family Ningning, I went to rest for so long when I came up. just came out."

Bian Yingning also had no appetite, so she made excuses to go back to the house after sitting for a while.

It gets dark quickly in winter, and before six o’clock, the sky is already dark, and it looks like a haze blue from a distance.

When she got to the door of the wing where she slept in the afternoon, she saw the lights in the room next door, and she vaguely guessed who lived next door.

Although the facilities of the temple are not shabby, they are very old-fashioned. The door is still a wooden door with a latch. When it is opened and closed, it makes a creaking sound.

After closing the door, Bian Yingning took out the sign.

Everyone is curious, and she really wanted to know what was written on it.

Only eight words on the small paper:

Life is short, like the morning dew, it is fleeting.

Bian Yingning clenched the paper unconsciously, just eight words, like a dagger pierced into her heart, and like a brick smashed into her head, all kinds of emotions mixed with past memories like a thousand troops Came like a galloping horse.

Time and human life are only more than 30,000 days.

Her eyes suddenly became hot... Will she have another life?

No one knows.

The only thing she can grasp is this life.

Is this up or down.

…

Shang Qingfen was lying on the bed, with her shoes still on, twisting the paper with the sign written on it over and over.

Very upset.

Think about how she took out her phone and turned on the front camera, tilting her head to look at the marks on her neck.

It hasn't disappeared yet, I have to say, it looks like a hickey.

"Squeak -" The door of the next room suddenly opened, and the sound was inexplicably hollow in the silent night.

Shang Qingfen sat up suddenly.

When she returned to the house, she asked the little novice who led the way. The house on her left was Bian Yingning, and the house on her right was Shang Qingfeng.

She also heard the voice when Bian Yingning came back, and finally determined that it was Bian Yingning.

Looking at the sky outside, it was already dark.

In the temple in the deep mountains and forests, where is she going to run at night.

Thinking about Shang Qingfen, she quickly got up and looked at the window, seeing Bian Yingning walking a little further, she followed.

I have already eaten at this point. The monks in the temple are all going to evening classes. When passing other temples, I can hear the sound of chanting from inside.

Bian Yingning went around several halls, and then came to the Mahavira Hall where they worshiped Buddha today.

The temple is brightly lit, with candles and incense burning.

However, compared to the lively place in the daytime, it is much quieter at night. Now there is no one, and the emptiness and silence make people panic.

Shang Qingfen stood at the door of the hall, watching Bian Yingning walk in, bent her knees, and knelt down behind the Arhat, in front of the Bodhisattva before the Buddha.

She folded her hands together, she didn't know what she was praying, she seemed extremely pious, making Shang Qinghui wonder if she was a demon.

Shang Qingfen looked serious and walked in slowly.

She remembered that when she offered incense at noon, she just took a light form.

Why is she so superstitious now.

She didn't press her footsteps deliberately. When she walked in front of Bian Yingning, Bian Yingning, who had already heard the voice, turned her head slightly and turned back.

She didn't look up, Shang Qingan couldn't see her expression clearly.

"What are you asking for." Maybe it was too long without speaking, Shang Qingfen's voice was hoarse.

Bian Yingning didn't answer, just lowered her eyes.

"What are you asking for?" Shang Qingan asked again word by word.

Bian Yingning was silent again.

"I ask you to ask who you marry?!"

Shang Qingfen couldn't hold back, she was not a very patient person, she raised the volume, her vision was blurred by tears.

She admitted that she did not know when she fell in love with Bian Yingning.

After seeing her being sent home by another woman that day, she thought about it all night and couldn't understand, she always thought that Bian Yingning was a sea king, an unreliable scumbag, every time she saw her She wanted to quarrel with her, but why did she still fall in love with her.

It turns out that feelings can really be without reason.

Angry, anxious, angry, aggrieved... All kinds of emotions linger in my heart like a mess.

Does she not like herself, why did she treat her like that in the toilet that night, and why did she look so ugly when she saw the marks on her neck?

But if she likes herself, why can she endure it, why can she withdraw rationally every time.

The chaotic and complex thoughts are about to tear her to pieces.

Bian Yingning finally looked up at her, but Shang Qingfen was blocked by tears and couldn't see her expression. She blinked her eyes forcefully, and her vision returned.

The next moment, with tears in her eyes, she met Shang Bian Ying's red eyes.

There were still tears on her face, but her expression was firm, as if she had made a big decision, she said softly:

"I want to ask... I don't know if it's too late, and I don't know if there is still a chance, but I..."

After slowing down for a while, after holding back the tears that burst, she spoke again with difficulty: "But I still want to beg...for your share...um..."

But it's no better than one ten thousandth of the size on your lips.

The red lips touch the red lips, and the heat comes and the softness hits.

Just an action of sticking together can make people so happy that they want to cry.

The breeze blew, and the candle on the desk flickered, reflecting the two inseparable figures.

The lips were separated from each other, Shang Qingfen raised her head, with tears in her eyes, but she smiled brightly.

She was condescending, carrying the extravagance of her Shang family, and said, "Bian Yingning, it is better to ask me if you ask the Bodhisattva."

"I'll just ask you, do you live with me, do you want to be with me alone, and only like me in the future?"

"From beginning to end, I only liked you."

"No matter what we will encounter in the future, no matter whether other people support or oppose, I will be with you Shang Qingfen."

—I gave you a chance, but you yourself jumped into my pit.

This time, we are simply in love.

No adulteration, no gratitude, no use, just because of you.

We've lost enough time to stop trapping ourselves in cages and torturing each other.

The cold night is more dew and the cold wind blows.

The wind got in through the cracks of the window, and provoked the release words that fell on the bed in Shang Qing's room.

"Blossoms can be folded straight and must be folded, don't wait until there are no flowers empty to break branches."

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Sorry, Ning Ning can only be owned by Anise.