Arriving at the peach tree, Hao Yun walked around it again and again.
After walking around a few times, Luo Shimiao nimbly climbed up the lush peach tree to play scratch-off lottery tickets.
Under the tree, Hao Yun walked slowly, exuding a gentle aura, graceful and charming.
On the tree, Little Green stepped on Luo Shimiao's collarbone, repeatedly muttering "400,000." Meanwhile, Luo Shimiao lay on a branch as thick as a thigh, his legs crossed, looking carefree and relaxed.
The off-white hem of her dress hung down naturally, swaying in the breeze.
Although everyone was doing their own thing, the scene was unusually harmonious.
"Little Green, stop shouting, my ears are about to explode." Luo Shimiao placed the losing scratch-off ticket on her stomach and slowly scratched off another one.
"Winning 400,000 once is already very lucky, so don't even think about winning it again."
Little Green: "Not necessarily, sincerity is key."
Hao Yun stopped below her, looked up and said, "Miaomiao, be careful not to fall."
“You can’t fall. You’ve been walking for quite a while now. Have you learned anything?” Luo Shimiao said as he scraped.
"Hmm..." She thought for a while and said, "I didn't understand anything, but I feel clearer-headed and much more relaxed."
"You're too busy, one film crew after another. You should stop and take a good look at this beautiful world. Or find a handsome guy to date, instead of just working all day long."
"Being in a relationship is so great! When you go shopping, someone will carry your bag and pay for you; when you sleep, someone will keep you company. How wonderful!"
Hao Yun smiled faintly and continued walking around the tree: "There aren't many artists in the entertainment industry as Zen as you. I also want to stop, but if I stop, I get anxious and worry that if I don't appear on screen for too long, people will forget me."
"Luckily, I'm just a minor character in the entertainment industry. I'll be content if I can earn some pocket money." Luo Shimiao paused and then added, "But everyone has their own way of living. As long as you're happy, then this is the right path."
Hao Yun nodded in agreement.
Xiao Lü lay down next to Luo Shimiao's neck and sighed, "I haven't seen Xiao Niannian for two days. I miss him so much. I wonder if he's watching the live stream right now."
The top floor of an office building.
"He has hundreds of meetings a day, how can he have time to watch?" Luo Shimiao's voice came from the tablet standing on the desk.
The pen makes a "scratching" sound as it rubs against the paper.
The man sitting in the chair looked up, revealing his handsome face, and glanced at his assistant standing in front of the table: "Come with me to Bodhi Temple this afternoon." He then handed him the signed contract.
"Yes," Chen Jiawen accepted it with both hands, "Boss, is there anything we need to prepare?"
Gu Nian picked up the phone on the table, leaned back, and operated the phone with his slender fingers.
"Ding-dong," Chen Jiawen's cell phone rang in his pocket.
"I've sent it to you. Prepare according to the instructions."
He took out his phone, glanced at it, and said with a teasing smile, "Boss, you're so thoughtful. If I were a woman, I would definitely marry you."
Gu Nian looked him up and down, a hint of disdain in his eyes: "Even Xiao Lü might not be interested in you, you can disappear from my sight."
"Am I really that bad?" he muttered to himself as he turned around, clutching the contract as he walked out of the office.
After everyone left, Gu Nian lay on the table, her arm resting on Nuwa's dazzling creation. Her deep eyes were glued to the tablet, reflecting a fair and beautiful face.
Hearing Luo Shimiao and Xiao Lü chatting, a smile appeared on his handsome face.
“b......” Chen Jiawen, who had returned, pushed open the door and saw the boss’s appearance, then silently withdrew.
"Sigh, I've been watching this since this morning, and the boss looks exactly like someone with a love-struck mind."
......
"Dong~" The familiar bell rang.
Hao Yun saw a monk who looked to be about seventy years old approaching, his expression tightened, and he quickly reminded Luo Shimiao, who was still lying in the tree.
"Miaomiao, your master is here, come down quickly."
Luo Shimiao had her eyes closed and her hands behind her head. Upon hearing this, she opened her eyes and looked down, where a familiar yet unfamiliar face came into view.
"Abbot, what brings you here?"
The visitor was the president of the Buddhist Association of China, the abbot of Bodhi Temple, and his Dharma name was Ciming.
Master Ciming stood under the tree, a smile on his thin face: "I thought you didn't remember me. Last year, your grandfather came to the temple and stayed for a few days. When he talked about you, he told me that you had transformed from a naughty little boy into a graceful and elegant young lady."
"Seeing her today, she is indeed graceful and elegant..." He didn't finish his sentence, but just smiled and looked at her without saying a word.
Luo Shimiao sat up, braced himself against the tree trunk with one hand, and gracefully leaped down from the two-meter-high tree, landing steadily in front of the abbot.
He put his hands together and said, "Abbot, it's only been a few years, and you've gotten thinner again. Look at some monks in temples, they're fat and drive luxury cars and live in villas. Why don't you learn from them?"
He replied calmly, "What is destined to be yours will be yours, and what is not, you cannot force."
[Jiu Min! How dare she bring up such a sensitive topic? Isn't she afraid of being attacked by those Buddhist followers who are just trying to profit from it?]
[Besides snakes, what else is Sister Sanshui afraid of?]
If true, he is a truly exceptional monk.
Wow, I just looked it up online, and this abbot is also the president of the Buddhist Association!
Judging from what the abbot said earlier, he seems to have a good relationship with Luo Shimiao's maternal grandfather. I'm now curious about what her maternal grandfather does.
To be friends with the president of the Buddhist Association, one's status must be quite impressive.
Luo Shimiao reached into his clothes, pulled out the scratch cards tucked into his waistband, and pushed them to the right with his right thumb, causing a stack of scratch cards to unfold into a fan shape.
He held it up to the abbot: "Draw one; the one on the right is the winning one."
Abbot Ciming clenched his left hand holding the prayer beads, took a step back, and said, "What do you mean by this? Are you trying to bribe me in front of the entire audience in the live broadcast room?"
"Let me make this clear first, I won't give you any special treatment. If you want to eat meat, you'll have to wait a few days until you come down the mountain."
Luo Shimiao couldn't help but chuckle: "Old monk, you're overthinking it. Who wants to bribe you? I'm just trying to donate to a Buddhist foundation." Even if you offered it to me, I wouldn't accept it.
He breathed a sigh of relief: "It's enough that you have the thought. Use it to redeem the prize and buy some snacks." How much money can you win from a scratch-off lottery ticket? All of this probably wouldn't even cover her meal expenses.
"You take a drag first." She took a step forward, closing the distance: "Don't dawdle, it's tiring for me to hold it up."
Seeing this, Abbot Ciming had no choice but to raise his hand and place his finger on the third scratch card from the left.
Just as he was about to draw, Luo Shimiao moved his hand to the left, so that his hand was on the first card: "Abbot, this one is better."
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