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The uncle originally wanted to take them to rest in the dormitory, but Lin Zhao refused. Since he had other arrangements, the uncle did not force them. He just asked them to be quiet. It is best to turn off the mobile phone to silent, so as not to disturb the brothers who are recuperating in the monastery.

Lin Zhao took Ye Tinghe around the treasure hall and the meditation hall, and a pool of red koi was spitting bubbles in the passing pool, and a big sleeping tortoise was lying on a slightly shallower place, with its head, tail and four claws retracted. In the shell, there are only stacks of silver coins under the body, sparkling in the water waves.

Ye Tinghe squatted by the pool, raised his head and asked Lin Zhao, "Do you have any coins?"

Lin Zhao spread his hands to express that he didn't have any, and asked him, "What do you want coins for?"

"Make a wish," Ye Tinghe stared at the big motionless tortoise, "generally the tortoises in temples are meant to attract wealth."

Lin Zhao asked him: "Aren't you... a glorious young pioneer who only believes in science?"

"That's right," Ye Tinghe nodded, "But who can refuse to throw a coin to the turtle."

Lin Bao looked at the sleeping tortoise, rolled up his sleeves, and reached out to grab it in the pool.

Ye Tinghe only heard a soft sound of water breaking, and before he had time to see his movements clearly, a coin soaked in water was handed to him, and the water droplets continuously meandered along his fingertips, converging on the turning point of the wrist bone , "tick" a few times, and returned to the surface of the pool.

Ye Tinghe turned his head and saw Lin Zhao's nonchalant face bathed in the moonlight, and couldn't hide his shock.

"You, do you count as robbery?"

"Forget it?" Lin Zhao was a little dazed, and glanced at the big ignorant tortoise in the pond from the corner of his eye, and his voice lowered a few degrees, "It's not like I won't return it."

Ye Tinghe quickly grabbed the coin at his fingertips and tossed it out. An arc cut through the moonlight and landed steadily on the turtle's back.

No matter what kind of wish he wanted to make in his heart before this, at this moment he changed it to: no offense, whether it is obvious or not, please don't trouble Lin Zhao.

He grabbed Lin Zhao's wrist and pulled him away from here. After the last wave of water dissipated, there was silence around him.

Only the big tortoise poked its head out slowly, blinked its pea-sized eyes, and then slowly retracted.

"Why are you running?"

"Have you ever heard the story of learning scriptures from the Western Paradise?" Ye Tinghe said casually, "A cat that does something wrong can easily be designed into a catastrophe. It is captured by their team and given to the leader of the Western Paradise as a mount."

However, his way of telling stories seems to be too localized. Lin Zhao glanced at him, with an expression on his face that although he didn't understand, he was not curious at all and didn't want to ask more questions.

Above their heads is a huge ginkgo tree covered with red wishing signs. When the wind blows, wishes and wishes collide into waves like a red sea.

This place is one of the Internet celebrity check-in points in the temple.

Lin Zhao raised his head, his eyes slowly swept over the layers of red hanging on the tree: "The year I came here, there were not so many people here."

Ye Tinghe wanted to remind him that this place was popularized by a clip in your "The King and Grandson", but judging by Lin Zhao's behavior, he may not be clear about it, so even if he wanted to come, he could only take advantage of the quietness of the night when.

"The person just now was the screenwriter teacher in the group at that time. They all called him Brother Guan. I called him that at the beginning, but he said no." Lin Zhao laughed in the wind, "The reason why he didn't is because he was real. I really want to be my dad."

Ye Tinghe asked in surprise: "Why?"

"Ren Ju told you that I should have been born on Dongting Lake. A flood caused by a torrential rain more than 20 years ago caused many people to die in the water. Including my biological parents, Guan Ge's wife who had just returned home, And their 5-month-old baby." Lin Zhao recalled, "At that time, the disaster was reported on TV for half a month, and the news said that I was the only baby who was fished out of the lake. .”

Ye Tinghe sat closer, holding Lin Zhao's cold hand in the howling mountain wind.

"The person who saved me was Yan Zhiming's elder brother. He was one of the volunteers for disaster relief. After knowing that no one claimed me, he was the one who took me back to Yan's house and raised me for a while. But it didn't take long. Give it to Daisy when you don't remember, as, what do you call this, a favor?"

"After I joined the team and met Brother Guan, he told me that he had asked the Yan family to ask me for me, but they didn't agree. So... Actually, today is not my birthday, but Brother Guan's unborn child. Yes, the husband and wife calculated it together, and it is very likely that he will give birth on May 5."

"In this case, don't I need to give you a birthday present?" Ye Tinghe asked suddenly.

"Don't you want to give it away?" Lin Zhao turned his head, the past seemed to not affect his mood at this time, his eyelashes were slightly curved, and he looked at Ye Tinghe with a smile.

"Let's give it away." Ye Tinghe changed his words under his gaze, stretched out his right hand that had been hidden in his pocket, and opened it in front of him.

Lying in the palm of his hand was a plain ring, visually it was very old, with a dark yellow color, like it was made of copper.

Lin Zhao picked up the plain ring and observed it under the moonlight for a moment: "Is it remelted like this?"

Ye Tinghe nodded: "It doesn't seem to be very valuable, but I can't think of what you lack, it can only be regarded as something meaningful. If you don't like it, just keep it for me?"

Lin Zhao didn't say whether he liked it or not, he just put it in his pocket in front of him.

Ye Tinghe could feel an inexplicable emotion surging in his heart, but he didn't want to get to the bottom of it, or even completely put it behind him.

He stood up and hugged Lin Zhao under the ginkgo tree: "Whether today is your birthday or not, I wish you a happy day, and every day after that, be healthy and healthy, and be the happiest Zhao cat."

Lin Zhao smiled, patted him on the back and said "thank you".

"I've come here anyway," Ye Tinghe let go of him, and pointed to the red cloud hanging above his head, "Would you like to write a picture, maybe it will come true?"

Lin Zhao thought about it for two seconds, but still refused, saying, "I've written it before."

In the silence, a mid-air voice sounded not far away: "Why did you run so far?"

It was Brother Guan, holding a bowl of plain noodles, steam rising and expanding in the cool wind.

He asked Lin Zhao: "Leave soon?"

Lin Zhao got up and went over, nodded and said, "Yes."

After getting his affirmative answer, Brother Guan handed over the bowl of noodles, "Changshou noodles, shall we chat after eating?"

Lin Zhao hesitated for a moment, then turned to look at Ye Tinghe.Ye Tinghe also looked at him, but didn't follow him. He waved his hand and said, "I'll wait for you right here."

After they walked away, Ye Tinghe looked up at the wish signs hanging on the lower part. These colors were still very new, as if they had just been hung. Lin Zhao's name should be all fans, some wish him happiness, and some hope that he will return as soon as possible.

He stood under the tree and watched for a while, wanting to fill in a sheet for himself, then turned around and searched in the place where there were several incense burners not far away, but he found nothing but incense sticks.

When they went back again, a strong wind suddenly blew up, making the vows rattle, and some of the unsecured ones fell under the tree, almost hitting Ye Tinghe on the head.

He happened to have nothing to do, so he simply picked it up and hung it back up again. After tying a dozen or so in a row, he finally picked up the last one.

He turned it over to look, but it was blank, with no wish or name written on it.

Ye Tinghe looked down at this slightly old pink wishing stick, guessing that it must have been hanging for some years before it fell into such a light red in the wind and rain.

Thinking of the rain, he tentatively touched the surface of the wishing stick with his index finger, and it was indeed textured. Judging from the touch, the content left by this person was very short.

He touched each word, and only read three words——

let me go.