Time and you are my fault

Obviously we can see each other every day, but the two of them have no communication.

But Chuyi seemed to feel that it had been a long time, so long that she couldn't remember how long, and the two hadn't seen each other.

A sour grievance welled up from the bottom of her heart, her eye circles were slightly red, and she lowered her head.

He wanted to pull his hand out, but he held it tighter.

"It's not cold." The voice was a little nasal, wandering in the cold world.

"Let's go, let's go up the mountain together." He took her hand and walked towards the entrance of the stone steps.

Chu Yi stared blankly at his profile, is he going too?

Cheng Xiangyi said that Zong Yanzu never entered the temple, he didn't believe it.

"I'll carry you?" After walking up two steps, he saw that she was a little slow.

Chuy shook her head, "I can go by myself."

She is wearing flat shoes today, specially prepared for going up the mountain.

Looking up at the back figure that was about to disappear in front of her, Chu Yi quickened her pace, "Let's go, I was thrown far away by them."

All the way up the mountain, the two still had nothing to say.

The hand that had been separated and no longer held was held tightly by Chu Yi when he slipped and almost fell.

After that he never let go.

His palm is always hot, it seems that no matter how cold it is, it can be melted by him.

And the feeling that made Chu Yi feel disheartened was gradually melted by the heat.

When he was about to reach the mountain gate, Chu Yi couldn't help but asked, "Why did you come here?"

"Qi Feng said that Lian Shanshan would accompany you to relax and go to the temple." A short answer.

"Oh." She nodded.

Another question popped up in her heart, but she held back and didn't ask.

"I came here specially to look for you. I don't want to talk to you. You seem to be planning to ignore me all the time, don't you?"

The man's tone was a little helpless, but with undisguised pity.

He looked down at her with his head sideways, and saw that the tip of her nose was a little red from the cold, and her pupils were dark, as if there was a layer of water vapor, which made him feel extremely cute.

Their eyes met, and Chu Yi was poked at the tip of her heart, making her freeze there.

"Yiyi, let's talk after we get down the mountain." He stared at her calmly.

The cold air made the breath of the two of them stained with white mist.

Chu Yi's lips moved, and she wanted to say something, but was interrupted by a voice not far away.

"Yiyi is here? Eh? You are here too, Zong Yanqi!" Lian Shanshan waved to the two of them from the wooden chair not far away.

"Okay." Chuy replied, pulling her hand out of his.

Then she walked towards Lian Shanshan without looking back.

Zong Yanqi's hand still held her hand, the palm was empty, and the cold air scrambled to fill it up.

He suddenly lowered his head, looked at the palm he held with her just now, with a helpless smile on his lips.

"Yiyi, are you still going to the old place?" Lian Shanshan watched as Chu Yi took out a small yellow paper envelope from her pocket.

"Yeah." Chuy nodded, "I'll go there first, and we'll gather here later."

"Then be safe." Lian Shanshan waved her small hand.

Chu Yi is a big incense family, and every year she comes, she will bring a six-figure incense money.

The little monk of the temple led Chu Yi into the apse. She lowered her head to look at the envelope in her hand. As she passed the corridor, Chu Yi suddenly bumped into a man who passed her by.

She quickly apologized, "I'm sorry."

The person on the opposite side raised his eyes and looked at her indifferently. His thin lips spoke with the coolness of winter, and his voice was tinged with the ethereal wafting from the distant mountains, "It's okay."

Chu Yi felt that the person in front of him was very familiar, as if he had seen him somewhere.

There was a sense of detachment around him, but the chill in the depths of his eyes gave her a feeling of fear.

She grabbed the envelope in her hand and followed the little monk away in a panic.

But she searched her memory for a long time, but she couldn't find a face that matched this man.

Really never seen it?

When Chu Yi turned around and took a look, he could see that the man just now had been staring at her back until her back disappeared.

Inside the Buddhist hall, the sound of wooden fish came into my ears.

Chu Yi knelt down in front of the Buddha for a long time.

Outside the Buddhist hall, Zong Yanzu looked at the little woman kneeling there devoutly.

He claims to not believe in gods and Buddhas, but now, it seems that because of that little woman, he also has the idea of ​​praying to gods and Buddhas.

I want God and Buddha to bless and bless his wife to be happy and carefree for the rest of my life.
May they be healthy and safe, and join hands for a hundred years...

He stared at the white figure in a daze, watching her piously bowing down.

She suddenly wanted to know what was in her wish when she made a wish with the gods and Buddhas.

Will there be him?

There was a lot of voices outside the temple, and inside the Buddhist hall, under the dense atmosphere of fireworks, it was surprisingly quiet, and even the impetuous heart slowed down.

Chu Yi rested her hands and empty palms on her forehead, and prayed earnestly.

When she got up, she handed the small yellow envelope to the monk beside her.

"Benefactor Chu, you didn't come for your birthday this year." The monk asked kindly.

He opened the yellow envelope, pulled out the yellowed paper inside, opened the book in front of him, found Chuy's name, and clipped the paper on that page.

On the same page, there were already five similar yellowed notes.

Those are the wishes she wrote down in the past five years.

"Well, something is delayed." Chu Yi folded her hands together and bowed slightly in front of him.

The monk glanced at Chu Yi, and then raised his eyebrows in surprise, "Master Chu, your current body is not suitable for staying in a place with too much incense for a long time."

Chuy was a little puzzled.

"Go back, come back next year." There was a gentle light in the monk's eyes.

Chu Yi didn't know what happened, she just nodded her head and left.

As soon as he left the palace gate, he saw Zong Yanzu waiting under the ginkgo tree whose branches were covered with snow.

His figure is tall and straight like a pine tree, distant and ethereal, which seems to fit the environment here very well.

For a moment, Chu Yi felt that he was far away from her.

So far out of reach.

My heart was inexplicably flustered.

She suddenly quickened her pace, and then almost ran, rushing to him.

Before he could speak, Chu Yi grabbed his hand eagerly and enthusiastically, "Zong Yanzu, let's go home."

It seemed to be stimulated, and it seemed that someone was chasing after her.

Chu Yi dragged him to the front hall.

Zong Yanchu turned his head curiously, and saw the monk who had just talked to Chu Yi, dressed in a brown monk's robe, holding a rosary, standing in the door of the apse, looking at the two of them.

Zong Yanxuan held her hand instead, "Slow down."

In front of the main entrance of the front hall.

Lian Shanshan only worshiped the nearest Bodhisattva, and then sat on a wooden chair, eating candied haws and yam beans.

Han Qifeng leaned back, holding a small plastic bag in his right hand.

After Lian Shanshan finished eating a hawthorn, he reached out and took the hawthorn seeds she spit out.

People who come and go are people who come to pray to Buddha.

Only these two people seem to be on vacation...

The corners of Chui's eyes kept twitching, and she walked beside them with a helpless expression.

Lian Shanshan's eyes lit up, "It's over so soon! Yiyi, hurry up and try the candied haws and yam beans that I asked the little monk for."

"You want...from the master here?" Chu Yi twitched the corner of his mouth.

"Well, they made it themselves in the canteen. I asked Han Qifeng to ask for it, but I didn't go." Lian Shanshan poked the arm of the man beside her.

Han Qifeng squinted his eyes, with a calm attitude, and he didn't think there was anything wrong with asking his master for candied haws.

Chu Yi rejected the candied haws, she didn't want to eat such a cold thing, "You really don't look like you came to pray to Buddha."

"I have worshiped, and the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas will think that I am more sincere, even though I only worshiped one."

"Then what wish did you make?" Chu Yi sat opposite her and asked curiously.

"Live a long life, and have a baby early with the one you love." Lian Shanshan put down the candied haws, but she didn't see the lazy man next to her open her eyes.

Chuy clicked his tongue twice, but didn't speak.

When going down the mountain, Lian Shanshan was still carried down by Han Qifeng.

Chu Yi was still walking down with Zong Yanchu holding hands.

"What wish did you make?" He asked suddenly.

Chu Yi was taken aback, her skin became fairer against the snow.

The woman's exquisite eyebrows and eyes were smudged with a slight smile, "It won't work if you say it."

She didn't want to tell him.

The man smiled helplessly.