Heroine: The beginning starts with gambling on the wife with two hundred kilograms of rubbish

Seven years later.

Pingan Town.

"Hurry up, I heard it's the great master from Jinming Temple, it's confirmed!"

"Is this true? The high monks in Jinming Temple are so rare that you can't even meet them if you want to."

"I'll see the monk later and see if I can pray for peace and blessings!"

The streets of Ping'an Town were in a mess, but the Jinming Temple was very famous, and even the empress sent people to pray for blessings.

The masters in Jinming Temple this time all live in Jinming Temple and have never set foot out. At most they just walk around at the foot of the mountain.

Many people came to see the monk and pray for blessings. There were three layers inside and outside, so one could only hear the voices but not see inside.

"Sister Yueyue, there are too many people here. We have finished shopping and I still have things to do at the school. How about we go back today? I heard that the master of Jinming Temple can stay for several days."

Song Leyu is now helping out in a private school and has already passed the examination to become a student.

However, this private school is no longer the previous one in Daniu Village. It has been expanded twice and a lot of new buildings have been added. It has become the largest private school in the surrounding area and is overcrowded with students.

"Sister Xiaoyu, I want to take a look. Why don't you go back first? I'll go to the gambling stone shop later and go home with Fourth Uncle and the others."

"Okay, then you should be careful. There are too many people here. Go home early."

After Song Leyu said this with concern, he took Gu Yan away, holding the school supplies he bought today.

The Song family's children are all grown-up now. In two years, they will all be of age. They are now very independent. In addition, they are very familiar with Daniu Village in Ping'an Town and often go out alone. They don't need to be accompanied by adults like when they were young.

Song Changyue held the strings in his hand and jumped to look inside. He really couldn't see anything, so he found a gap and squeezed forward, and finally got to a position a little forward.

This is Jinming Temple, and she wondered if she could see the person she wanted to see.

The monks in Jinming Temple all wore the same clothes, simple and clean. They twirled Buddhist beads in their hands and chanted with their eyes closed.

The buzzing sound of the chanting made Song Changyue feel sleepy, so she squeezed out again.

She and Master Jin Cheng have kept in touch over the years, but they don't write letters very often.

If Jin Cheng came to Ping'an Town with Jinmingsi this time, he would definitely write a letter to inform me, Song Changyue thought so, and the more he thought about it, the more it seemed reasonable. He didn't even look at the crying in front of him and bumped into a stranger.

"Shi, Shi..." Jin Cheng couldn't speak clearly. He looked at Song Changyue and silently took two steps back.

He was not allowed to participate in prayers and sermons in the temple because he insisted on keeping long hair, which showed that his mind was unstable. Apart from major events like this, everything else was normal.

Song Changyue also felt very sorry when she saw the young man opposite her. He was wearing a clean white plain dress and had long hair standing up high, which looked very good.

How to describe it? This person looks very healthy and has infinite vitality, yet he is somewhat hard to understand.

"Are you okay? I wasn't paying attention when I walked. Are you hurt?"

"without.."

Jin Cheng lost his speech due to something that happened in his childhood. He was able to speak again later because of his master. He doesn't talk much on weekdays. He is not good at speaking to strangers. He wanted to say it was okay, but he just said no.

Song Changyue just felt that the person in front of him was weird. He never spoke more than two words, but he looked quite good.

"If you're okay, I'll leave now. There's a monk preaching and praying ahead, and the road is blocked. You'll have to take a detour to get there."

Jin Cheng was just about to say thank you when he saw the walnut wood bracelet hanging around Song Changyue's waist. He was definitely not mistaken, as it was given to him by his master who was both his father and his teacher.

Song Changyue looked at Jin Cheng in confusion and frowned slightly, thinking that this guy was really impolite. She tried to tell him kindly, but he didn't even say thank you.

Jin Cheng stood there in a daze, looking from the walnut wood bracelet to Song Changyue's face, his eyes filled with tears.

"I say, don't try to scam people. It won't hurt at all if you bump into someone."

This time it was Song Changyue's turn to step back. She didn't want to pay compensation for no reason.

"I,"

"You what?"

Jin Cheng was so anxious that he kept talking and gesturing. Song Changyue softened her heart and thought to herself: Was I too cautious just now? He is so handsome, but he can't speak. He can only say one or two simple words...

"Where is your home?" Song Changyue asked with overflowing sympathy.

Jin Cheng pointed in the direction of Jinming Temple. Song Changyue looked over and said, "Have you been abandoned? Or is your brain...not very smart?"

"No, it's me." Jin Cheng didn't quite dare to recognize her. He wasn't sure what Song Changyue felt for him. If not, why did she only write letters to him all these years and didn't visit him? He kept his hair long for her.

If it weren't for her words when he was young, he would have become a famous abbot of Jinming Temple by now.

"You can say three words." Song Changyue was very surprised.

Jin Cheng was helpless, "I can speak."

"Then you just did that, word by word."

"I'm nervous." Jin Cheng turned his head slightly, not daring to look directly at her. He feels a little better now, but his rapid heartbeat has never stopped.

Song Changyue laughed. He had never seen such a pure-hearted young man before. They just met on the street and talked for a few words, but he became so shy that he couldn't even say a complete sentence.

"Your home is so far away, how do you get back?"

Jin Cheng glanced at her secretly, thinking about other masters praying and preaching all day, and said, "No, I'm hungry."

"So what you mean is that you want me to treat you to a meal?" Song Changyue asked tentatively.

"Yeah." Be nice and well behaved.

The two of them went to a small street stall. Song Changyue deliberately chose one that was far away from his own restaurant to avoid running into his family members and making it difficult to explain.

They ordered a whole table of food, which the two of them could not finish. However, this was the tradition of the Song family, and Song Changyue had been used to it since he was a child.

"Thank you."

Jin Cheng thanked him and started to eat politely. For some reason, Song Changyue felt unusually quiet even though he was on a busy and noisy street.

It was as if this was not the street, but the piano room where she practiced every day. When she moved, there was only the sound of the piano.

"What's your name?" Song Changyue also ate, but he was looking at him more.

Jin Cheng said nothing and avoided the question.

"Okay, I was a bit abrupt with this question. I shouldn't have asked you your name directly. But, didn't your family tell you that you can't just eat other people's food? Especially someone like me."

Jin Cheng's eyes were shining. It was his first time in Ping'an Town and everything he saw was new to him.

"What kind?"

"It's me, someone of your age, and a girl."

"No." Jin Cheng said firmly.

Song Changyue was amused by him. Because of this meal, Jin Cheng spoke a little more and could at least speak in complete sentences.

"What is that on yours?" Jin Cheng pointed at Song Changyue's strings.

"Strings, have you ever heard the sound of a guzheng?"

Jin Cheng shook his head curiously again.

"It's a pity that I can't play it for you. Apart from my family, I only want to play my first song for him."