"Okay . " Qin Chu nodded and walked towards the temple, where they could get fortune sticks .
Apparently, an old woman here was very experienced at reading them…
However, when the two arrived outside a temple, they only saw a little monk sweeping .
"Young Master, can we draw a fortune stick?"
"Sure… but my master isn't here today, so no one can read your fortune . "
"Oh… I see . "
"Would you still like to draw one?" The little monk asked, holding a broom in his hand .
"Sure, how much is it?"
"Drawing the fortune stick is free . Reading cost one yuan, but my master isn't here today, so feel free to draw one if you want . " The little monk was nice; he immediately ran towards the temple to get the fortune stick holder .
The monks at Ming Jue Temple were down-to-earth and uncommercialized, unlike places that asked for money wherever you go . Drawing a fortune stick here was free, and reading it only cost one yuan .
There weren't a lot of places like this left in China…
"Honey, do you want to draw one with me?" Huo Mian tilted her head at Qin Chu, who smiled at her . "No, it's okay, you can draw one . You represent me . "
Huo Mian smiled . Then, she knelt down before the Buddha and sincerely shook the fortune stick holder .
Finally, a fortune stick fell out . The little monk picked it up and handed it to Huo Mian .
Her heart sunk upon seeing what the stick wrote, "Unlucky" .
A simple poem was written on her stick, 'the 79th one in the holder - the flowers of March fell onto the river, the wind blows up people's sorrows . Spring leaves and autumn comes in a flash, and soon you will have reached old age . '
Qin Chu noticed the change in Huo Mian's expression . After he walked up and glanced at the bamboo stick in her hand, his expression changed as well .
The little monk glanced at the two of them . "Masters, you got the unlucky stick . No matter what you ask for, you shall be met with bad faith . "
"Mian… do you want to ask for another one?" Qin Chu asked, trying to console Huo Mian .
"No, it's okay… This is fate… it is what it is . "
Huo Mian didn't need someone to read her stick to understand what it meant .
Words like 'fallen flowers' were definitely a bad omen .
Huo Mian suddenly remembered a while ago, when her mother-in-law took her to the fortuneteller, that old man told her she would encounter a big disaster in life .
It seemed like that disaster was about to fall upon her…
Huo Mian wasn't superstitious, so she didn't usually pay too much attention to things like this .
However, recently she had been feeling unsettled . Nothing happened, but she was still constantly nervous as if something was about to happen .
She felt like that at work and at home… It was an awful feeling .
She had never felt like this before, whether it was during her middle or high-school entrance examinations .
After carefully placing the bamboo stick back into its holder, Huo Mian took out a couple of hundred yuan and placed it in the merit box .
Then, she and Qin Chu walked out, hand in hand…
"Don't think too much into it… you have to rely on yourself for most things," Qin Chu consoled her .
"I know, Honey, don't worry about me . I'm strong… Either way… no matter what happens, no matter what difficulties we meet, we won't give up . Remember that only by being alive will hope arise again… we have to work hard . "
Qin Chu nodded; then, he tightened his arms around Huo Mian…
The couple stood on top of the mountain and watched the snow fall before them . It was romantic…
Huo Mian leaned on Qin Chu, her hands tightly holding his waist .
She kneeled down every three steps until her knees became swollen and her forehead became chafed .
She came with three wishes, and she wanted to move the gods and spirits with her sincerity…
Chapter end
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