Chapter 95 Auspicious Sign
The second half of the sentence got stuck in his throat, as if choked by an invisible hand, and he instantly fell silent.
The girl raised her head at some point.
Perhaps because she had just coughed, her eyes were slightly red, like cherries soaked in moisture.
Her pale cheeks were softened by the maroon cloak, but the weight loss from her illness was still undeniable.
A few strands of soft hair on her forehead were damp with fine sweat and clung to her smooth temples. Her brows were slightly furrowed, not with grievance, but with weariness and tenderness from illness.
What's most striking are those eyes—clear almond-shaped eyes veiled in a thin mist, carrying a hint of bewilderment and helplessness, staring straight into his eyes.
Her lips were a soft, pale cherry color, slightly pursed from coughing, with a lingering tremor at the corners, revealing a fragile and charming innocence.
He Jinzhao froze completely.
It was as if the cold wind had frozen me in place, or as if that red had burned my eyes.
His beautiful, deep eyes remained unblinking, the turbulent indifference within them shattered instantly, leaving only an overwhelming sense of disorientation.
The winter wind stopped, the scent of incense became clearer, and even the distant chimes seemed to slow down.
The impatience in my heart had long since vanished, replaced by a strange, surging excitement, like a warm current suddenly flowing beneath the ice, instantly spreading throughout my body.
A solemn ancient temple, a cold winter day.
She was dressed in warm red, frail yet serene, carrying a faint fragrance, and unexpectedly entered his world.
strangeness.
Why did he feel that everything around him had become her background when she looked up?
She's exactly my ideal type.
He didn't come to his senses until the girl waved her hand in front of him with a puzzled look.
Realizing he had been staring blankly, a fleeting unease crossed his eyes, and the tips of his ears turned red, whether from the wind or some other reason, was unclear.
"cough."
"Excuse me, what's wrong?"
Song Shiyi gave a faint smile and pointed to her phone.
He Jinzhao was somewhat bewildered. Following her movements, he looked up and his gaze froze.
I'm sorry, I can't speak. I'm not feeling well, I'm dizzy and couldn't see where I was going, so I accidentally bumped into you. I'm really sorry.
After He Jinzhao finished reading, she put her phone away, placed her hands in front of her, and bowed slightly to him, as if to express her apology.
He Jinzhao was stunned for a moment, and then his tone was a little flustered: "It's okay, it's okay, I was wrong too, you don't need to apologize to me."
So it turns out he couldn't speak; he wasn't ignoring him on purpose.
He wanted to slap himself for thinking such a bad thing about people.
He deserves to die!
Song Shiyi saw no pity or disdain in his eyes, and breathed a sigh of relief. Her beautiful eyes curved into a smile, making her look gentle and kind.
"Well, I'll be going now. Have a nice day."
He Jinzhao nodded subconsciously, and only looked away after the girl's figure disappeared from his sight.
After a long while, the corners of his lips, hidden beneath his mask, gently curved into a smile.
He suddenly realized that this Brahma Moon Temple was indeed worth a visit.
Who said this is boring?
This is so interesting.
He lowered his eyes in annoyance, having been so engrossed in looking at her that he forgot to ask for her contact information.
With so many people in Beijing, who knows when we'll meet again?
Will his love fly away as soon as it arrives?
His gaze swept aimlessly around, then suddenly stopped when it passed a certain spot.
Temple of the Matchmaker?
It seems like... someone is seeking a marriage partner?
"Hmm..."
He Jinzhao stood there for a few seconds before taking a step.
Inside the Temple of the Matchmaker.
The tall, slender boy stood in the middle, surrounded by a group of people, all with expressions that were hard to describe.
The abbot in front of him clasped his hands together in front of his chest, and a hint of helplessness appeared on his usually compassionate face.
“Amitabha Buddha, benefactor, it is useless to ask you for a divination in this way.”
Holding the divination sticks, He Jinzhao said casually, "Can't I even decide my own marriage?"
The young monk standing nearby muttered under his breath, "Who begs so many times like you?"
"And all of them are the worst possible outcomes, destined to die alone."
The abbot glared at him disapprovingly. How could he say such a thing in front of others?
"Don't talk nonsense."
The little monk pursed his lips and didn't say anything more.
He Jinzhao looked at the new stick that had been shaken out, pressed his tongue against the roof of his mouth, and clicked his tongue in displeasure.
He lifted his eyelids to look at the two of them and gave a slight smirk.
"Hey, you don't just have the worst possible fortune in this container, do you?"
"Otherwise, how come I got the same result every time I shook it 107 times?"
"I donated so much money for incense, you're not going to cheat me, are you?"
The abbot seemed hesitant to speak.
To be honest, he had never encountered a situation like He Jinzhao's before.
Marriage, marriage, it's all about fate.
This indicates that the destined person for this benefactor has not yet appeared, or has already been missed.
The little monk was a little angry. "Don't talk nonsense. It's already hard to get the best fortune slip. Among all the people who come to us to ask for marriage, there are less than ten. It's not that easy."
He Jinzhao raised an eyebrow, about to speak, when a gasp suddenly came from the other side of the crowd.
"It's an extremely auspicious sign!"
"My goodness, it didn't come out after shaking it over a hundred times, but it came out right away after just one shake here."
"She looks like a lucky person. Although she is not in good health, she is raised so pampered. I guess her future partner will also be someone who dotes on her."
"envious."
"..."
The young monk paused for a moment, then immediately straightened up. "Look, here it comes!"
He Jinzhao ignored him, turned his head to look at the noisy area, and his gaze passed through the crowd, landing on the red cloak that had left.
A thought struck him, and he casually put down the divination tube and turned to chase after it.
"Thud—"
A short, crisp sound disappeared into the noise of the crowd, unnoticed by anyone.
He Jinchao chased after her to the door, looking around, but couldn't see that red figure again.
He raised his hand and scratched his hair, looking somewhat annoyed.
Is it really true that there is no fate between him and her?
He came to pray for a marriage for her.
And what about her?
Inside the temple.
The abbot watched He Jinzhao's disappearing figure and sighed silently.
"Amitabha."
He leaned slightly forward, his gaze pausing briefly as he looked down at the ground.
Seeing the familiar bamboo skewers, he was a little puzzled. Come to think of it, he did vaguely hear the sound of bamboo skewers falling to the ground just now.
It must have been accidentally shaken out by the person who was in a hurry to put it down.
He bent down to pick it up, and his fingertips tightened when he saw the words on it.
He thought of what he had just glimpsed and wondered if the benefactor who had drawn the best fortune was his sweetheart.
The abbot smiled and said, "In the end, it was fate."
The young monk saw the fortune stick in his hand and became curious. He stared at it intently, his gaze filled with surprise.
"Master, where did you get this—?"
A very auspicious sign.
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