white clothes

"Are you cold?" As soon as Shen Zong touched Xie Chenyuan's hand, he felt that Xie Chenyuan's hand was cold, but he didn't let go, thinking about buying some robes or cloaks in the mall after visiting Lingchuan City To Xie Shen Yuan.

Xie Chenyuan shook his head: "It's not cold." After speaking, he thought of A Zong's character, and added another sentence: "A Zong, you don't need to buy clothes for me."

The things in Ah Zong's shopping mall are quite expensive, and he is born with a cold body, and the clothes have limited functions for him, so it is really not worth spending a lot of gold coins to buy them.

Shen Zong didn't say yes or no, he smiled and squeezed his hands: "You hold tight, I'll pass on my heat to you, I'm not afraid of the cold."

Xie Chenyuan's footsteps paused insignificantly, and then responded: "Okay."

The atmosphere between the two was warm and natural, and no one noticed something was wrong. When they were on the crowded street, Shen Zong realized that there seemed to be something wrong with the two big men holding hands. The big sleeves of the robes are also close together, and no one will notice that their hands are clasped together unless they want to.

Shen Zong quietly glanced at Xie Chenyuan next to him, and found that his complexion was cold, with black hair and black pupils, and he seemed to be staring at the front intently, showing nothing unusual.

That's right, Xie Chenyuan is probably the one who really doesn't leave the door and never walks. He probably doesn't know that it's a bit strange for men to shake hands and go shopping.

Xie Chenyuan felt Ah Zong's gaze and looked down at him.

Although he was silent and his eyes were like a deep lake, Shen Zong understood what he meant.

What's the matter?

Shen Zong coughed lightly and looked at the roadside vendor: "It's nothing."

As a big city, Lingchuan City is naturally not comparable to a small town. It covers a huge area, and it is bustling along the way.

Shen Zong found that everyone was going to the same place, so he couldn't help asking about the uncle peddler next to him.

The merchant uncle is a man in Confucian shirt who sells calligraphy and painting at the intersection. He is a scholar with a strong sense of calligraphy and ink. He sits on a wooden chair with a few sets of calligraphy and painting on it. It’s all the Autumn Moon Festival in our Lingchuan City, and on the day of the Autumn Moon Festival, the reflection of the full moon will appear in the sky, vaguely like the shadow of the moon in the water following the moon, like a pair of Bi people who see each other once a year, so the autumn moon During the festival, after the reunion dinner, people would go to the wish-fulfilling tree to seek a good marriage.”

"I heard that 100 years ago, there was a scholar who loved his wife dearly and hoped that his wife would live a long life. His wish was so sincere that the tree spirit was moved. The Ruyi tree shone golden light on him, and his And the wish came true.”

Shen Zong thought to himself like a mythical combination of Qixi Festival and Mid-Autumn Festival.

"The Wishful Tree has been in our Lingchuan City for a long time. At this time, there are vendors selling marriage ropes, pens, ink, paper and inkstone wishing books around the Wishful Tree. No, the time is approaching, and there are many small businesses. If you want to go there, grab a good position and earn more money.”

Seeing that the man spoke carefully, Xie Chenyuan nodded: "Thank you for letting me know." After finishing speaking, he bought a fan.

After paying the money, Xie Chenyuan followed the flow of people.

Shen Zong's hand was still held by him.

The sky is full of stars, and the ground is full of people.

After walking for about half an hour, the two finally saw the wishful tree.

The huge ancient tree is much shorter than the one supporting the Yaotai Pavilion in Lingchuan City, but it is strong enough, with luxuriant branches and leaves, and is covered with colorful threads fluttering in the wind.

The surrounding alleys are already full of vendors selling things, most of which are bracelets woven with colorful ropes. Perhaps because it is close to the Wangsheng Chaohai, there are decorative items in the shape of shells and small fish hanging under the bracelets, and more of them are for sale. Paper and brush.

Xie Chenyuan stopped and looked at the ancient tree.

Seeing him stop, Shen Zong stood beside a small stall surrounded by a few people.

"Here, write your wish on it, wrap it up with colorful ropes, and hang it under the wish-fulfilling tree, and everything will go well in the coming year." The stall owner was a lame man, and he introduced honestly: "I have cinnabar here. Pens, ink pens, and paper include orchid rice paper. The more expensive one is rainbow paper with the same color as the cinnabar pen. It costs ten renminbi a piece. The ordinary orchid rice paper costs five renminbi. You can use good ink and two kinds of brushes at will , The colorful rope is also free of money."

Shen Zong understood, this is a paper shop.

One of the family of three generously took out fifteen renminbi, one for each, and wrote down their wishes at the stall owner. The stall owner also knew how to avoid suspicion, and turned around without looking at it casually. body.The male host led a six or seven-year-old boy by the hand. The little boy frowned and said solemnly: "I want to make a wish to grow taller, well, to be as tall as Daddy."

"Then you write."

The hostess carefully rolled up the youngest son's wish with a colorful rope, and then wrote one herself.

A family of three took their wishes wrapped with colorful ropes and left.

The rest is a woman.

The woman's face was red, her eyes were bright, she used a piece of rainbow paper, Shen Zong probably wrote it for the person he likes.

Soon to them.

Shen Zong took a step back and invited: "Shen Yuan, you write first."

After Xie Chenyuan thought for a while, he dipped a brush in ink and wrote a few lines on the orchid rice paper. After it dried, he tied it with colorful rope.

Seeing that he had finished writing, Shen Zong stepped aside and looked at the ancient Ruyi tree in front of him without looking sideways.

He rolled up his cuffs and picked up the writing brush. The nib of the pen felt extremely soft, and he didn't have any strength to write. Therefore, the characters he wrote were crooked, and it felt like ghostly symbols.

Shen Zong put it away.

After Xie Chenyuan paid the money, the two walked slowly.

"Shen Yuan, what wish did you make?"

Shen Zong was a little curious and asked quietly.

Xie Chenyuan put his eyes on the orchid rice paper in Shen Zong's hand.

Shen Zong was embarrassed to show Xie Chenyuan his handwriting, so he could only tell the truth: "My handwriting is too ugly, so I can't show it to you."

"It's good to be sincere." Xie Shenyuan comforted.

"Then let's hang each other's colorful ropes later." Shen Zong made a suggestion, since you can't read Xie Shen Yuan's wish, you can touch the paper he wrote.

"Okay." Xie Shenyuan agreed.

There were many people in front of the wishful tree, so Xie Chenyuan found a small teahouse outside to sit.

After the moon was in the sky and those people had left, he gently put his hand on the shoulder of Shen Zong who was about to fall asleep: "It's our time."

Shen Zong yawned, rubbed his eyes sleepily, and found that there were only the two of them around, and even the small teahouse behind them was closed.

After there are no tourists, the ancient trees of Nuoda look like a dragon.

Its low and thick branches are covered with colorful ropes, and under the ropes are each wish, soaked in the smell of ink.

Shen Zong raised his head and looked at the low places full of tied branches in distress.

He walked around this huge ancient tree, and found that all the low places had been occupied.

This is how to do?Do you have to climb up and hang it?This is an ancient tree believed by thousands of people, isn't it too disrespectful to climb it?Not right, not right...

Seeing the young man frowning and thinking, Xie Chenyuan took the colorful rope from his hand.

Shen Zong saw the extremely tall Xie Chenyuan hanging his colorful rope on a branch above with ease. Because that branch was too high, there was only Shen Zong's colorful rope for the time being. When the breeze blew, The wish paper rolled into a small roll under the rope flutters in the wind.

After tying Shen Zong's, Xie Chenyuan tied his own to the branch, and it happened to be with Shen Zong's: "It's already tied."

Shen Zong looked at the handsome Xie Chenyuan, and sighed: "No wonder that little doll said to grow tall, there are so many benefits to growing tall."

Just like now, it is so convenient to hang things!

Xie Chenyuan felt a little funny when he heard this.

But his emotions had already been restrained perfectly, but only for a moment, like the wind passing through the water, light and shallow, leaving only a little ripple.

"A Zong is not short." Xie Chenyuan rubbed Shen Zong's broken hair.

"Of course I'm not short." Shen Zong muttered, thinking of the rumor about the Ruyi tree, he suddenly thought of an idea: "Shen Yuan, if I tell the wish to the Ruyi tree, will it also appear golden light to fulfill my wish?" wishes?"

The handwriting he wrote was too ugly, Shen Zong didn't want Xie Chenyuan to see it, but Shen Zong wanted Xie Chenyuan to know that Xie Chenyuan was a gentleman and would never mess with his wish, why not let Xie Chenyuan know it, otherwise today's trip wouldn't be the same In vain.

Seeing Shen Zong's eagerness to try, Xie Chenyuan originally wanted to say that rumors are generally untrustworthy, but changed his words when he was on the verge of speaking: "You can try."

Then the hand under the cuff made a spiritual gesture.

If it is not a particularly outrageous wish, Xie Chenyuan thought, he should be able to satisfy Ah Zong's wish.

As for the golden light, it is good to use the spiritual source technique to disguise it.

As soon as the plan was completed, Xie Chenyuan heard the young man's voice, which was very clear in the night, as if he was afraid that the wishful tree in front of him would not understand, he spoke slowly.

"Ruyi Tree, my name is Shen Zong."

Xie Chenyuan looked at Shen Zong who was beside him, and saw that his eyes were closed, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and he licked his lips nervously before continuing to speak seriously.

"I hope that Xie Chenyuan can live a peaceful life without any worries."

Xie Chenyuan was startled, Shen Zong had already opened his eyes before the spirit source technique was issued.

The bright eyes saw the same wishful tree, dimmed for a moment, frustrated even the ruby ​​coral beads in the hair lost the warm color of the past: "I am obviously very sincere."

Xie Chenyuan moved his hands, but before the aura appeared, a little golden light spread softly.

He raised his eyes and saw that the whole body of Ruyi Tree exuded a faint golden light, which was extremely beautiful, like a divine tree, and light golden light spots poured from the tree onto his body, covering him.

Xie Chenyuan stretched out his hand, and the golden light dipped into his palm, as warm as the scorching sun. They dipped into his body with scalding heat, burned his heart, dispelled the cold, and brought an unprecedented temperature.

The golden light spots turned into hot pure willpower, pouring into his body, beating with his heart.

The joy of the youth was mixed with an unbelievable voice: "Xie Chenyuan, the legend is actually true! My wish has come true!"

Shen Zong was so happy that he couldn't find the north, he touched the rough tree trunk, wishing he could kiss him or her.

"Xie Chenyuan, the wishful tree will protect you." Shen Zong turned around and looked at Xie Chenyuan, who was cold in white, with crooked smiles.

After a long time, Xie Chenyuan replied in a low voice.