After she reminded her, Li Beicheng suddenly remembered that it seemed that this was indeed the case.

The atmosphere that was still tense just now suddenly became strange. Yan Xiaye uneasyly lowered his eyes: "If there is nothing else, I'll leave first..."

"Grandma said this morning that she dreamed of grandpa. She would go to the temple to worship Buddha and incense in the afternoon, and you would also go with her."

...

Mrs. Li believes in Buddhism for many years.

In the afternoon of that day, Yan Xiaye reluctantly took the free bike from Libeicheng, and the two arrived at their destination without saying a word.

It is said to be a destination, but it is actually just a foot of the mountain.

Xiangshan has many tourists all year round, and the vast number of believers are endless.

In order to show respect for the temple, no matter what status the pilgrim has, they must climb the mountain in person along the foot of the mountain.

"Grandma, where are you now?" Yan Xiaye found a secluded corner to call his cell phone, carefully and carefully glanced at Li Beicheng's figure, hoping that he would throw her away and go up alone.

The old lady had a bad signal, and the noise mixed with a kind laugh: "I, an old lady, can't be as busy as you young people. I set off early in the morning and now I'm going to the top of the mountain to have tea."

Putting down his cell phone, Yan Xiaye's plan to try to get into the large army was dead.

"Let's go, don't let grandma wait for a long time." Li Beicheng saw through her disappointment and suddenly felt a little desolate in his heart.

The tourists froze, and his tall figure blocked her side. On the way to the hillside, they all carefully protected her.

Yan Xiaye could only pretend not to see this, but his eyes occasionally looked at the man inadvertently.

Although she was about to part with her every touch, for a moment, she suddenly remembered her first meeting with Li Beicheng back then.

That was her first meeting with Li Beicheng. With Grandpa Li's intentional support, among the abortions at Peking University, she saw the most eye-catching Li Beicheng among the young talents.

At that time, he had never seen Yan Shuirou. He smiled lightly at her eyebrows and eyes. He didn't seem to be dissatisfied with his grandfather's arrangement. When he was alone with her, his every move was beautiful and handsome, and his youthful and elegant appearance was easy.

Attract the longing eyes of most nearby girls.

And his eyes were as if at this moment, only focusing on her.

Even though he has reached such a terrible level today, his and her past have not been without good times.

If he had never met Yan Shuirou, would everything be different?

Yan Xiaye stopped and forgot where he was and forgot to move forward.

The pilgrim behind him did not stop following her. An old lady with a strong aura pushed up the steps and pushed Yan Xiaye into a shaky way.

Just as she was unstable and was about to fall, the man raised his arm and circled her waist in time, steadily steadily holding her into his arms.

In the faint breath of tobacco, Yan Xiaye calmed down and stood up and pushed Li Beicheng away very resolutely. His pink and white lips opened lightly: "Thank you."

Li Beicheng's subconscious care was stiff at the corner of his lips, and after a long time he turned into a touch of ridicule.

He never knew a thank you, sometimes it hurts more than a knife.

"You are my wife, you don't need to be so polite to me."

Yan Xiaye did not respond to his kindness, but just glanced at him blankly and continued to move along with the crowd.

When they reached the top of the mountain, both of them were exhausted.

The little novice monk on the mountain came over and folded his hands together, exhausted his energy, and brought Yan Xiaye into the guest room to rest.

Mrs. Li told her to take a good rest and when she came out, she pulled Li Beicheng aside alone.

In the ancient courtyard, Li Beicheng made tea for the old lady and waited to listen to her lesson.

"Beicheng, in the five years Xia Ye was in jail, grandma has never asked about your private affairs." The old lady said first: "Now Xia Ye is back, grandma wants to ask you, what are you thinking?"

For some reason, Li Beicheng did not give an answer immediately.

As time went by, the old lady's face faded away, and she held the teacup without saying a word.

After about four or five minutes, Li Beicheng looked at the smoke rising from Xiangshan Mountain. Although his voice was light, he was very sure: "Grandma, my wife is Yan Xiaye, and she can only be her."

The old lady breathed a sigh of relief and nodded with relief: "Good child, our Li family will repay you with kindness. Your grandfather will know you if you know you."

After saying that, she slowly opened her palm and showed a delicately crafted purse: "Actually, grandma came up the mountain this time to ask Master Yuankong to calculate your marriage with Xia Ye's descendants, and the paper is here

In your purse, you can understand it yourself."

Holding his purse between his fingers, Li Beicheng watched the old lady walk away gradually.

He lowered his eyes and stroked the rough embroidered face of the purse. He never believed in Buddhism in his life, but he was afraid that Master Yuankong's divination technique was well-known. He secretly hoped that it would be a sign-up, but it took a long time to start dismantling it.

The goose yellow sign paper spreads, and the line of plum blossom characters written in a wolf brush is written, which is written as his and Yan Xiaye's marriage...

After taking the signature paper, Li Beicheng took a deep breath unconsciously and folded the note to the front.

There are only a few numbers on the paper: affectionate but seem to be always ruthless, and ruthless is not like affectionate pain.

After reading these eight words repeatedly in my mind several times, Li Beicheng picked up his cell phone and made a phone call. He quickly said at the moment when the beep stopped: "Yan Er, five years ago, our two companies jointly opened a hospital.

Do you still have any impressions?”

"It seems that this is the case. I remember that the benefits are very good. Later, you didn't know what to do, and you said you would disband... What's wrong?"

Li Beicheng's eyes were dark and he slowly crushed the paper to his palm, and said solemnly: "Can the obstetrician and gynecologist who left the job back then find it? I need a surgical report from five years ago.

”

...

In the Zen room, Yan Xiaye drank a bowl of rice porridge and his physical strength gradually recovered.

Farewell to the little novice monk, she went out alone to take a walk and soon saw the old lady taking many bodyguards to worship Buddha.

He walked over and picked up a stick of incense. Yan Xiaye looked at the golden body of the Buddha statue in the hall, and knelt down devoutly to worship, silently praying that the Buddha would have a spirit, bless her to find Huang Qian's whereabouts earlier and meet her son sooner.

After the ceremony, she carefully helped the old lady beside her, and smiled and showed two dimples: "I heard that grandma dreamed of grandpa last night, and I don't know what grandpa said?"

"Hey, I thought the old man came to pick me up, but I only came to ask how it was at home. I said a lot and didn't know if he heard it. I just smiled so much. It was so annoying."

Holding the crutch trembled, the old lady complained, but tears flashed in her eyes: "Look at me, this old man knew below that I, the old woman, didn't teach his great-granddaughter well, and bit his most distressed
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