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Qishan Jiuzhai is located in the southeast of Province S. Although it is winter, it is not too cold.

People in the mountains have built a lot of plank roads and stone stairs leading to the temple on the top of Qishan Mountain, and at the foot of the mountain is Jiuzhai - "Nine" is just an approximation, and no one counts how many there are.

Most of the people living in Qishan Jiuzhai used to be ethnic minorities. In recent years, Qishan has been developed as a tourist attraction. Jiuzhai's unique style and still antique buildings have naturally become one of the local gimmicks used to attract tourists.

Another place that attracts tourists is the Yueyuan Temple on the top of Qishan Mountain. More precisely, it is the century-old tree in the temple.

It is said that it is very spiritual to seek marriage and protect marriage.

How could the authorities let go of this opportunity, and quickly established a one-stop marriage service service, from entering the temple to leaving the temple, arranging the tourists properly. You can write on a red cloth note, which can be said to be a home service.

As a result, Qishan Jiuzhai such a characteristic scenic spot has been operated vigorously.

Fortunately, the environment is really good, with beautiful mountains and clear waters. Last year, someone built a sketching base at the foot of Qishan Mountain. It can not only provide food and housing, but also guide the choice of sketching locations.

The sophomores of N University lived in this sketching base, but because there are many tourists on New Year's Day, and there are many sketching activities organized by various schools, there is no place for "non-staff" freshmen after coming and going.

So everyone was arranged to a small hotel nearby.

Song Qingxu was quite satisfied with his status as a "non-staff member"—otherwise, wouldn't he and Fu Yuan have to live in the eight-person room of the sketching base.

Hearing the girl at the next table talking about the marriage tree, Fu Yuan blinked at Song Qingxu, the two narrowed their eyes at the same time, and hit it off.

After painting today's scenery, go to Yueyuan Temple to worship.

The teacher who led the team knew why there were so many unfamiliar names on the list, and he didn't want to say anything more, so he just pretended that the students came out to play together.

"The back-to-school squad leader collects all the homework of the classmates, two sheets a day, counts them clearly, and then sends them to the counselor's office."

"In the next few days, the teacher will arrange rounds at 11 o'clock every night, and everyone must be there. Disband!"

Everyone cheered a few times, picked up the painting materials and scattered in twos and threes.

Xiong Beike greeted them, and went to Jiuzhai with a group of boys in his class.

In the Song and Qing Dynasties, Xu Ze and Fu Yuan began to climb the mountain slowly with the flow of people, thinking to find a location with better scenery and few tourists to paint today's homework, and then store the painting tools on the mountainside, and then the two of them went together Go around the temple.

In fact, Fu Yuan originally thought about drawing a few more pictures in one morning so that he could relax in the next few days.

But Song Qingxu was worried that this would delay the time to go to Yueyuan Temple, so he decided to wait until he came back to see if he had free time to draw a few more.

But when I really come back from Yueyuan Temple, I guess it will be dark and I won’t be able to draw anything.

"Is it a sketch drawn with water-based brushes?" Fu Yuan sat on the big rock beside Song Qingxu, looking curiously at him drawing on the sketchpad.

Song Qingxu drew a smooth line on the sketch paper, and replied with a "huh": "If you use a pencil, it will be blurred when you take it home. If you go out to sketch, you usually use a black pen."

Fu Yuan had nothing to do, so he plugged a bluetooth headset into his ear, put on "My Likes", and took a lot of photos around the rocks around Song Qingxu, sometimes people were captured in the camera, sometimes It is pure scenery.

And in the photo of the boy who bowed his head and earnestly painted by accident, the not strong sunlight in the morning traced his outline, rendering a warm atmosphere.

Fu Yuan held the phone in a daze, and didn't know how long he stared at the black screen of the phone, the music list had almost [-] songs on it.

A piece of peppermint gum was suddenly stuffed into his mouth, and Fu Yuan subconsciously chewed a few mouthfuls before slowly looking up at the person blocking the sun.

"Is the painting finished?"

Song Qingxu pinched his face with a smile, then simply packed up the painting tools and put them in the painting bag: "I still have one more day to paint."

"When I finished the two pictures, I saw that you were still in a daze, and it was still early, so I took advantage of the energy to draw two more pictures."

Fu Yuan was still a little dazed, unable to recover, unconsciously chewing gum to taste the sweetness.

"If I were a bad guy, wouldn't you have been stunned and abducted by me?" Song Qingxu put his painting bag on his back, put his arms around him and joked, "What are you doing staring at the black screen? Appreciating your own beauty?"

Fu Yuan stared at him embarrassedly: "Don't talk nonsense."

There were a few photos taken just now that really won his heart, and Fu Yuan almost wanted to set it as a screen saver.

"Just now I took a picture of the landscape, but you forced it into the shot, so I'm here to apply for the portrait right from you, and I want to use the photo as a screen saver."

Song Qingxu's mood suddenly became brighter: "What's mine is yours. Even if you want to print it on clothes, I agree with both hands and feet."

"...That's not the case."

Sometimes Fu Yuan's tendency to be in a daze can also come in handy. Waiting for Song Qingxu to paint should be a relatively boring thing in his imagination, but he didn't pay attention and stared at the phone in a daze. The paintings of the day are all finished.

Depositing the painting bag on the mountainside, Song Qingxu and Fu Yuan bought a plum cake, and climbed the stone ladder leisurely.

"Do you know what I've been thinking about these past few days?"

Fu Yuan turned his head to look at him, the plum cake in his hand was a little hot, he asked while blowing, "What are you thinking about?"

"I've been thinking about what would be a good name for you."

"Ah?" Fu Yuan frowned suspiciously: "What name?"

Song Qingxu raised his hand to smooth his brows: "Only your boyfriend and I can call that name."

Fu Yuan blushed, and muttered softly, "It's just a nickname."

"Then you...then have you figured it out?" Fu Yuan asked a little nervously, his eyes wandering around.

"Not yet." Song Qingxu shook his head. He was also worried, and he came up with quite a few names, but after careful consideration, he felt that none of them were worthy of his precious boyfriend.

Before he could continue to explain, Fu Yuan had already said solemnly: "I will try to think of one for you before I go back."

"Okay!" Song Qingxu agreed happily, and secretly laughed in his heart for a long time.

It was almost noon, and the front of the Yueyuan Temple gate could be called a sea of ​​people at first glance. The two were forced to squeeze back and forth among the crowd, feeling that it wasn't their own feet that were moving at all, but they were squeezed into the temple together by the crowd.

"Everyone is really enthusiastic..."

With great difficulty, Fu Yuan dragged Song Qingxu out of the crowd and stood aside, unable to bear the corners of his mouth twitching.

The girls were really full of strength when they fought, anyway, Song Qingxu didn't dare to squeeze through the main entrance with them again, and the two wandered around from the edge of the temple to the backyard.

In fact, there is also a small path leading to the marriage tree in the backyard on the side, but I don’t know if it’s for the sense of ceremony or there are some activities in the front temple. Tourists are crowding the front door, and then crowding to the backyard.

Song Qingxu held Fu Yuan's hand frankly, and refused to let go even though the heat on his face was still a little hot.

Fu Yuan also began to pretend to be deaf and dumb, automatically blocked others, was held by hand, and concentrated on studying the process of seeking marriage.

Naturally, the two of them don't need to ask for any marriage, but they can ask for blessings. No one will have too many good things.

Come to pay homage to the old man and let the red thread be tied tighter, just to ask for peace of mind.

The people offering incense were crowded together, Fu Yuan didn't want to join in the fun, so he went with Song Qingxu to buy two small wooden plaques and two red silks.

Fu Yuan was looking for pens everywhere, Song Qingxu had already taken out two small marker pens from his pocket and handed them over.

"I just bought it from a store on the hillside." Song Qingxu turned his pen around and took him to stand in a place where there were few people. "I think it's more sincere to use my own pen. Bless for a while."

Fu Yuan didn't laugh at him for being superstitious. It's a good omen to come here to ask for a good omen. It has nothing to do with superstition or not. Who can say that people who come to Yueyuan Temple to seek marriage are not atheists?

One is for fun and fun, the other is to join in the fun, and more, it is a heart longing for a better life.

"Hard."

Fu Yuan embraced his neck, tiptoed slightly and kissed Song Qingxu's cheek: "Then you have to write more carefully."

"True feelings, impressing the old man under the moon."

Although it is a small marker pen, the written words are quite thick, and the small wooden plaque uniformly made by Yueyuan Temple also needs to be hung, so it is a small piece.

Fu Yuan was still thinking about how to condense his wishes so that he could write them down. Over there, Song Qingxu had already finished writing and picked up the small wooden sign and red silk to blow in the wind.

"Hey? That's the end of writing, I haven't started writing yet!"

Song Qingxu covered the small wooden sign and the red silk and did not show him, and said very proudly: "I want to say too much. As soon as I start writing, I will be full of ideas, and I will finish writing."

Fu Yuan didn't care about him, he lowered his head and thought for a while, then took a pen and wrote a line.

Song Qingxu tried to take a peek, but was blocked by Fu Yuan: "Reciprocity is reciprocity, reciprocity is reciprocity, it won't work if you see it."

Song Qingxu pouted and looked at him grievously, but Fu Yuan remained unmoved: "Impossible, I am very principled."

……… It was clearly retaliation.

Moaning for a long time to no avail, Song Qingxu sighed and followed Fu Yuan to tie the red silk and hang the wooden sign.

Fu Yuan, with the idea that the old man could see more clearly, was amused to himself, and tried to make the two things a little higher, and then a little higher.

Seeing this, Song Qingxu expressed that if his boyfriend could give him a kiss, he would be willing to help Fu Yuan get higher.

"........."

Fu Yuan stared at him indifferently.

Receiving the unpleasant look from her boyfriend, Song Qingxu shut up, honestly took Fu Yuan's small wooden sign and red silk, and bent down to kiss him before hanging up.

If my boyfriend doesn't come to kiss me, I will kiss my boyfriend.Are the results still the same?

Song Qingxu didn't dare to take this opportunity to peek at what Fu Yuan had written, and jumped down after tying it obediently.

The wooden sign and the red silk hang firmly on the high place, and the pair bump against the wind and make a soft sound, and the pair flutters freely in the wind.

Surprisingly pleasing to the eye.

The two wandered around Yueyuan Temple for a long time, and bought a pair of small golden iron bells, the workmanship was surprisingly exquisite.

Fu Yuan saw him pick and choose and bought a small wooden gadget, and thought it was something fun, but Song Qingxu paid the money and came over to explain to him in a low voice.

"I even bought a wood carving for my sister, hoping she will find a boyfriend soon."

Fu Yuan was helpless: "Don't provoke her."

"I didn't!" Song Qingxu complained, "The girl Qingnuo was still howling at my place two days ago, saying that single dogs have no human rights. When she finds a partner, I guess I can stop."

Fu Yuan rubbed his face, and squeezed out a chicken mouth: "Go down the mountain and have lunch, let's go to Jiuzhai."

Song Qingxu pouted: "Hmm!"