The Buddha statues in the temple are solemn and precious.

There are very few pilgrims coming and going, perhaps because the Buddha here does not want to be involved in the world.

"It's almost the college entrance examination. You can come to the Buddha and bless you to perform exceptionally well that day."

Wenhua smiled happily, like a smiling Maitreya.

The Bodhi trees in the courtyard are tall and lush, and are hung with wish fulfillment talismans.

The red ribbon hangs under the leaves, like bright red flowers, and the bamboo and silk are filled with the expectations of pilgrims.

Some people with bad careers and destinies pray for the Buddha to get promoted and make money, some newly married people pray for eternity, and some relatives suffer from serious illness and pray for peace and worry-freeness.

Su Songyi sat under the tree, looking up at the dense sea of ​​red flowers above his head.

"If these are Buddha's business, then Buddha is quite busy."

"Do you believe in Buddhism?"

Qin Min asked.

“I am a firm materialist.”

Su Songyi said lightly.

"I believed it."

Qin Min laughed, she said she believed it.

"I don't know the sufferings, I don't believe in God and Buddha."

The girl stood on tiptoe and looked at the wish-fulfilling talisman above her head, and she was slowly and authentic.

She searched carefully for a while, but couldn't find the one she threw up before.

"If you can't find it, then make another one."

Su Songyi pointed to the monk who sold the wish fulfillment talisman not far away.

Monks also want to make a living. These people say that they see through the world, but never leave the world.

"OK!"

Qin Min thought about it, walked towards the monk, bought a wish-fulfilling talisman, wrote a few words on the bamboo silk with a brush, and then closed her eyes and prayed.

Buddha, this time, please make sure to realize my wish.

After praying, she opened her eyes and threw the wishful talisman toward the Bodhi tree with force.

A crimson ribbon hangs between the branches and leaves, and a square piece of bamboo silk hangs down.

"What wish did you make?"

Su Songyi was a little curious.

"It won't work if you say it."

Qin Min held her hair and smiled slightly.

"Let's go, I'll take you to a place where you can see the most beautiful scenery at the foot of the mountain."

After saying that, she took Su Songyi's arm and left the temple.

Just after she and Su Songyi left, a bamboo silk tied with a red ribbon fell from the tree, like falling maple leaves.

"I hope my dad and brother are safe and smooth."

On the moldy bamboo and silk, the crooked handwriting exudes a childish atmosphere, which has become blurred with the erosion of time.

Hanged on the bamboo silk at the top of the treetops, the beautiful handwriting of the girl is left.

"May Su Songyi be safe and worry-free."

As the pilgrims dispersed, the fireworks in the temple gradually subsided, leaving only the Buddha statues sitting in the hall, solemn and quiet.

"The monument is actually not considered the top of the mountain. The highest place in Chuming Mountain is on the shaded surface, so you have to walk around behind."

Qin Min said while digging open the plants and trees along the way.

"Be careful, there are thorns on the side."

Su Songyi walked in front, carefully plucked away the thorns, protecting Qin Min.

"Yeah, it will."

Qin Min walked, and the withered yellow Xanthium ears unknowingly hung on the cotton pants.

Su Songyi helped her clean the Xanthium on her pants while walking along the gravel and weedy mountain road.

“This road is quite difficult to walk.”

"If you want to see the most beautiful scenery, you have to walk the most difficult and long road in the world."

Qin Min laughed and reached out to clean Su Songyi's hair, cleaning up the pine needles that fell between his hair.

The space on the top of the mountain is quite open. Looking down, it feels like you will be on the top of the mountain and overlooking the small mountains.

"It's here that you can see most of the scenery in Nancheng."

Qin Min sniffed into the palm of his hand, letting the mountain wind blow through his ears to create silk.

Su Songyi stood beside her, spread her arms, and embraced the clear and harsh wind on the top of the mountain.

It was like the First Emperor who walked along the steps of Fengshan and finally climbed to the emperor's authority.

If I had said "I have never been appointed as a emperor since ancient times, but I have never been able to do anything to be a feudal monk", would I feel more like it?

Looking down the mountain, you can see all the scenery.

Qingming Temple halfway up the mountain, Memorial Park at the foot of the mountain, the endless streets in the city, the Yushang River, which is like spring all year round, Qinyuan Lake silently in the snow,

The world that young teenagers want to conquer is right in front of them.

“In autumn and winter, this is the most beautiful.”

Qin Min took out her cell phone and took a photo happily.

The sky is cloudless, a vast blue sky, and the world swaying in the snow is like a realistic ink painting.

"In autumn, the mountains and fields are full of red maple leaves, which is particularly beautiful. In the autumn of the next year, let's take a look together, okay?"

Qin Min looked at Su Songyi with anticipation.

"good!"

Su Songyi happily agreed.

The two of them found a clean place on the top of the mountain and sat down and had a long conversation.

It was not until the sun was getting off and the class teacher sent a notice to return, and then went down the mountain to go to the meeting place.

The meeting place is a restaurant at the foot of the mountain.

The head teacher Wenhua spent money to pack several tables of food, and Zheng Yuting also took out part of the class salary subsidy.

Most of the students who gathered at the same table for dinner were usually close to each other.

Who is isolated and who is not likable can be seen at a glance.

The seat next to Su Songyi was still occupied by Qin Min.

Zheng Yuting, Li Kexin, Wang Bin, Zuo Jianhua and others also had the same table as him.

In the flower arrangement on the table, the roses have withered.

Qin Min picked up the shriveled rose and sniffed it to the tip of his nose.

The roses are still fragrant, but they are no longer beautiful.

She gently picked a petal and looked at Su Songyi sideways.

"The last time you sang on stage, were the flowers I gave you withered?"

“The flowers will always wither.”

"I wish there were roses that would not fade."

Qin Min said, inevitably feeling a little disappointed.

If she wants to give him flowers, she will still choose roses.

But there are no roses in this world that will not fade.

"Kexin, why didn't Chen Tian sit with you? Are you having a conflict?"

Wang Bin looked at Chen Tian sitting alone in the distance, with a strange expression.

"It's okay, nothing."

Li Kexin said lightly.

Zuo Jianhua and Wang Bo looked at each other and couldn't help but feel curious.

"Liu Xuan also asked me about Chen Tian's recent situation."
To be continued...