Some people are destined to meet, and some fate is destined to come.

Yun Luo and Xiang Chu Chun Zi gradually became familiar with each other during their travels in Japan. Xiang Chu Chun Zi performed very well along the way, which made Yun Luo quite satisfied. After the nine book signing sessions, he did not kill the little maid casually, but thought about bringing her back to China.

With this idea in mind, Yunluo was about to buy a plane ticket for Xiang Chuchunzi, but then a problem arose. Xiang Chuchunzi was an illegal resident and had no ID card. In order to bring Xiang Chuchunzi back to Xihu City, Yunluo contacted Qin Ren via email and made a phone call through the contact in Japan arranged by Qin Ren.

That night, someone came to visit and took out a form for Yunluo to fill out. Yunluo handed it to Xiang Chuchunzi to fill in. After the form was filled out and a few photos of Xiang Chuchunzi were taken, the person left. The next afternoon, Yunluo got Xiang Chuchunzi's ID card and also applied for a Citibank card.

After seeing Xiang Chuchunzi behave well and gently, Yunluo knew that the little maid would be fine for the time being. In order to test Xiang Chuchunzi's reliability, Yunluo took Xiang Chuchunzi to kill people. In the dark night, he killed three evolvers of the Sakura Imperial Court, all of whom were killed by Yunluo in front of Xiang Chuchunzi.

Yunluo was very satisfied with Xiang Chuchunzi's reaction, otherwise Yunluo would not have put in the effort to help Xiang Chuchunzi register her household registration. Yunluo had many ways to use, but it was better to be normal. Since Xiang Chuchunzi was going to be taken home by Yunluo, there would naturally be many people investigating, so it was most appropriate to let Qin Ren take action.

Ahem, because of a guilty conscience, Yunluo took Xiang Chuchunzi on a plane and did not return to China, but went to Thailand. He planned to have a good time with Xiang Chuchunzi for a few days, and think about how to trick the big devil An Zhu, and then go back to accompany the An sisters and Yan Chenyu. In the first half of the year, I will start shooting the French movie Three, and then Yunluo will fly back to France for several months.

But men are all like this. Xiang Chuchunzi's way of serving men really pleased Yunluo. Although Yunluo did not take Xiang Chuchunzi's virginity, he also played with her pure and innocent body.

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Finally, at 6:30 in the morning, Yunluo, Xiangchu Chunzi and Hongshu Tangtang arrived at the ancient city of Chiang Mai. Leaving Japan obviously made Xiangchu Chunzi feel relieved for some reason, as if all the shadows of the past had quietly dissipated. Yunluo also encountered something that surprised Yunluo since leaving home.

After people grow up, they are not easily surprised. Sister Hua with seven stars on her back, pumpkins with pearl balls, and shooting stars made Yunluo feel surprised. That was when she was ** years old. Now when she meets Sister Hua on the road again, even if she feels the joy of reunion, the surprise aroused by the clear spring water splashing on the Black Stone Mountain will never reappear.

Yunluo and Xiangchu Chunzi walked in the alleys of the ancient city of Chiang Mai, looking for an ideal inn. They came to Thailand for a trip. But no Japanese paid for it. Yunluo and Xiangchu Chunzi were on a honeymoon for two people. Anyway, An Chuyu and Yan Chenyu couldn't know about it, otherwise Yunluo would suffer.

The petite, dark-skinned proprietress of Paradise Inn shuttled back and forth like a swallow, entertaining guests with morning tea and hot coffee. Her expression was exaggerated and her voice was sweet. She was very popular with European and American guests, and she greeted them one by one in a soft voice.

Yunluo was holding the bone china cup that the Emmas in Austen's novels held, tasting the hot tea and cookies that Proust was obsessed with, and the free good thing did not surprise Yunluo, because the distance between heaven and the ancient city marked on the map was not a distance that could be solved by walking for ten minutes.

The sweet smile of the proprietress could not shake Yunluo's determination, because Yunluo was brainwashed by the omnipotent strategy and must live in the ancient city. If you don't live in the ancient city of Chiang Mai, it will be your permanent regret.

Yunluo and Xiangchu Chunzi dragged their suitcases through alleys. It was said that in Chiang Mai during the off-season, inns could be found at any time. Perhaps Yunluo and Xiangchu Chunzi arrived too early, and after wandering around, they only came across a roadside inn that opened early. Yunluo thought that if they walked a little further ahead, they should be able to find a better one.

The morning in Chiang Mai was slightly cool, with temples of various sizes popping up here and there, and the sun had not yet shone on the small town. The ancient temple pagodas did not surprise Yunluo. In Bali, every household has a small temple, a small Hindu temple. The large and small Hindu statues have mysterious faces from the wild and ancient times, and are even deliberately shaped strangely.

Because in their view, God has no form, and God can be in various forms. Here, the Buddha statues in Chiang Mai are all peaceful and smiling with flowers in their hands, and the little dolls in the corners of the house still maintain Thai smiles.

Next to an old tower with a peeling grey wall, the pigeons woke up early, circled, and flew back to the tower. There were few people on the road, and the grass and trees in the alley were wet with dew, with green branches and graceful flower shadows. Yunluo saw white and orange frangipani flowers again, and wanted to pick one up immediately and pin it in her hair like in Bali.

Yunluo and Xiangchu Chunzi walked along and asked the shops that had opened earlier where the inn was. Someone pointed the way for Yunluo and Xiangchu Chunzi to go left. The house on the right was not open yet. On the left was an open courtyard. When they walked in, they saw the pagoda and happened to meet a kind and thin old lady: "Is there an inn here?"

When Xiang Chu Chunzi and Yun Luo were walking outside together, she hardly spoke a word. She was so gentle and well-behaved that Yun Luo liked her very much.

The old lady smiled and narrowed her eyes. She knew English and said, "This is a temple. The inn is opposite." Then she smiled and walked towards the pagoda. It seemed that she was praying early in the morning, getting up earlier than the sun. This is the piety of believers. Several more old ladies came in, some of them did not look like locals.

The old lady believers did not surprise Yun Luo. Why didn't he meet any old gentleman believers? Old people usually like to get up early. The absence of old gentlemen may prove that women live longer than men. In addition, women need more faith, such as Buddha or love. That is what they enjoy doing until they grow old.

The inn across the street was full, and when Yunluo and Xiangchu Chunzi turned back to the main street, Yunluo stopped and glanced across the street unconsciously. At this moment, a magical scene froze Yunluo in place: under the temple wall across the street, a local-looking woman dressed in black was squatting on the ground, with her hands clasped together and her belongings on her knees.

The person standing there is a monk, wearing a bright yellow robe, not wearing it but draping it over his body like a model, barefoot, and holding a jar-like bowl in one hand.

Isn't this the legendary almsgiving scene? What surprised Yunluo was that he had imagined this scene before. What surprised Yunluo was not the scene, not the donor lowering himself while the recipient stood there leisurely. What surprised Yunluo was that for a few seconds or longer, the monk and the female donor looked at each other without saying a word or smiling.

The monk was used to showing a Thai smile when his eyes met. In this moment of giving and receiving, the monk did not smile to express his gratitude, and the woman did not smile either. They looked at each other, as if communicating in silent language. The monk seemed to be telling the woman something, and the woman understood, with a satisfied look on her face.

The monk looked very young, maybe only in his teens. He stood there, bowing his head slightly, with an unintentional upright and humble posture. He stood without looking superior to others. His expression was very calm. Although his face was childish, his demeanor was extremely solemn. Has anyone ever seen a teenager with such solemnity and calmness? This is the most amazing thing.

The Buddha statues in Chiang Mai can be high up in temples or sitting in vines on the roadside. Sitting cross-legged, with a calm face. There is no gorgeous base under the Buddha statue. She sits directly on the ground, the wind blows the light yellow cassock on her shoulders, and the phoenix-tail-shaped leaves even touch her shoulders. She sits under the tree, and the soil is clean to her.

The tree is not a bodhi tree, she sits there quietly, as comfortable as a lotus emerging from the water, the noise is just a few steps away. The soil is also clean, because from this soil grows nutritious wheat, beautiful roses, and pure tuberose.

A monk was walking on the streets of Chiang Mai, barefoot, walking at leisure. He seemed to be walking towards a wall, not looking sideways, as if his sight was not there, not at the opposite wall, and he would pass through the wall lightly. In fact, he did not, he turned right into another alley, leaving his back figure getting farther and farther away.

He walked like the wind, neither fast nor slow. His bare feet made him feel more free. His robes formed natural and smooth ripples with his gait. It was as if he was not stepping on dust, but on lotus, which was blooming in the dust he walked on.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

Living in the old city of Chiang Mai, no matter which alley you walk into or which inn you stay in, just walk around and you will see lotus flowers in front of you and Buddha statues sitting on the roadside. You may want to follow a monk who walks very fast and keep walking to see where he is going, but you end up getting lost.

The ancient city is not big, and the roads are easy to recognize. Many roads are divided into north-south and east-west directions. If you keep walking, you will reach the outside of the ancient city and the moat. If you get lost, it may not be because you have a bad sense of direction, but because your attention is not on the road.

People only see what their mind focuses on. Their eyes are also focused on one field of vision, but in their inner vision, they will obviously present completely different things. The lotus sees the rain, the Buddha sees the lotus, and the monk sees the Buddha.

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The mornings in Chiang Mai are peaceful, while the weekend nights in Chiang Mai are a feast of joy.

The east-west Sunday street began to surge in the afternoon. Snacks, clothing, handicrafts, just like the night market in Xihu City. Yunluo and Xiangchu Chunzi bought some snacks when they came across them. One of them, the coconut rice ball, was the most delicious, with a moderate sweetness. Some of them were hard to tell what they were made of, but the ingredients should be taken from Thailand's famous fragrant rice, fruits, and herbs.

The handicrafts include lanterns, folding fans, sarongs, and essential oils, but the essential oils can be purchased at a specialty store. The shelves and counters there are filled with essential oils and related aromatic products, lilies, lavender, roses, frangipani, and the scents are floral, fruity, woody, and herbal. Essential oils, sachets, soaps, and lipsticks in small round boxes are irresistible.

The packaging is small and exquisite, very suitable for taking back as a small gift. Yunluo thought of An Chuyu's love for lilies, An Qingju's love for roses, and lavender is suitable for people who don't sleep well. With such a gift, it's like carrying the fragrance of plants.

People remember smells for a long time, even longer than the memory itself.

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