Everyone's been reborn, so who would bother finding a wife on their own?

Chapter 288 I am her crush

I ate a rather large breakfast.

Song Huan leaned back in her chair and rubbed her stomach.

The Cantonese-style rice noodle rolls are indeed authentic.

Xiao Yunqing sat opposite him and patted her belly; the plate of rice noodle rolls in front of her was already empty.

She picked up the cup of honey grapefruit tea on the table, took a few sips, then frowned and handed the cup back to me.

"I can't drink anymore."

Song Huan took it and tilted her head back to pour it into her mouth.

The tea was warm, and the sweetness of the honey and the sourness of the grapefruit mixed together, washing away the greasy feeling in my mouth.

His Adam's apple bobbed a few times, and the glass was empty.

He placed the empty cup on the table.

"Xiao Yunqing?"

A voice came from the shop entrance.

Xiao Yunqing raised her head, her expression changing.

Song Huan followed her gaze.

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A tall boy stood at the entrance of the rice noodle roll shop, wearing black-rimmed glasses and carrying a bag of steamed buns.

He wasn't particularly handsome, but he was clean-cut and looked quite refined.

"Senior Wu." Xiao Yunqing's voice was much softer.

Senior Wu walked in, his gaze lingering on Xiao Yunqing for a moment.

She wore a light blue floral dress, her hair was down, she wore light makeup, and her lips were painted with glossy lip gloss.

He glanced at her, then at the pile of empty plates on the table, and then at Song Huan sitting opposite her.

His brow furrowed slightly.

"Didn't you say you didn't want to go out because you got a tan?" Senior Wu's voice was neither warm nor cold.

Xiao Yunqing opened her mouth, but no words came out.

She gripped the hem of her skirt under the table, clenched it briefly, then let go.

[Oh no, what's Senior Wu doing here?]

He asked me out several times, but I always said I didn't want to go out because I was too tanned.

[He saw me today, dressed like this. He'll definitely think I lied to him. What should I do?]

Song Huan saw all of this.

He picked up the honey grapefruit tea on the table, screwed on the lid, stood up, and smiled. "Senior Wu, right? Hello, hello, my name is Song Huan."

He stretched out his hand.

Senior Wu looked at his hand, hesitated for a moment, and then shook it.

Song Huan held it very enthusiastically, shaking it up and down.

"This is..." Senior Wu looked at him.

Before Xiao Yunqing could speak, Song Huan spoke first, "Oh, I'm her crush."

Senior Wu was stunned for a moment.

Xiao Yunqing was also stunned.

In those days, the word "crush" hadn't become popular yet.

Both of them had the same expression on their faces. What?

Song Huan explained, "It means someone you have a crush on."

Xiao Yunqing's eyes widened instantly.

His mouth was open, as if he wanted to say something, but then he closed it again.

She lowered her head and stared at the table.

The tips of her ears are red.

[What is he talking about, his crush? Who has a crush on him?!]

How could he say that in front of his senior? Never mind, it's better if I stay silent right now.

Wu's face darkened.

[Does Xiao Yunqing like this kind of thing?]

He glanced at Song Huan, then at Xiao Yunqing.

Xiao Yunqing lowered her head and did not deny it.

Song Huan was still talking, her tone smug, "Senior, you don't know, Yun Qing, she said she didn't want to go out because she got a tan, but actually she was angry because I didn't come to see her. Girls are all like that, saying one thing and meaning another, I understand."

Xiao Yunqing kicked him under the table.

Song Huan remained unfazed.

"The weather is nice today, so I asked her to go to Jiming Temple. I heard that it's quite effective for praying for marriage there, so we thought we'd go and have our fortunes told. If it's a good match, we'll probably get together."

Wu's lips twitched.

[Your mom...]

He glanced at Xiao Yunqing.

She lowered her head, her face flushed, and did not refute.

Then he looked at Song Huan.

Song Huan smiled broadly, like a fox who had just stolen a chicken.

Senior Wu switched the bag of xiaolongbao in his hand.

[A beautiful flower stuck in cow dung!]

"Then I wish you success."

After saying that, he turned around and left.

I looked back once more as I walked out of the store.

Xiao Yunqing kept her head down.

Song Huan sat down, picked up the honey grapefruit tea, and took another sip since there was only a little left.

"Don't look down, he's gone."

Xiao Yunqing suddenly raised her head, stared at him, and her face turned even redder from red.

"Song Huan! What nonsense are you spouting?!"

"What did I say?"

"You said you're mine... mine..." she couldn't bring herself to say it.

"Crush," Song Huan said for her.

"Yes!" Xiao Yunqing's voice was shrill and bright. "What makes you think you're mine?! And what's with this 'marriage compatibility test' thing, saying if it's right, we'll be together! If this gets back to our class, I'll be so embarrassed!"

Song Huan leaned back in her chair and shrugged. "Are you girls the only ones who care about face, and we boys don't?"

Xiao Yunqing was stunned for a moment.

"If this gets back to Nanjing University, and people know that I, Song Huan, have a suitor like you, what will they think of me?"

Xiao Yunqing's eyes widened even more. "What do you mean by a suitor like me?"

Song Huan looked her up and down, "Her looks are alright. Her temper is a bit off. Her cooking is so-so. Overall, I'd say she barely passes."

Xiao Yunqing was so angry that she grabbed a tissue from the table and threw it at him.

Song Huan tilted her head, and the tissue flew past her shoulder and landed on the ground.

She picked up her chopsticks again, thought for a moment, and then put them down.

He stood up, walked around the table, stood in front of him, and raised his hand to hit him.

Song Huan laughed and dodged, "I was wrong, I was wrong."

"What did you do wrong?"

I shouldn't have said you barely passed.

"Anything else?"

I shouldn't have said you were my suitor.

Xiao Yunqing hit her again, this time less forcefully.

She stood beside him, her chest heaving, her face still flushed.

She stared at him for several seconds, then burst out laughing.

"You're such an idiot."

"So what if he's a jerk? It's better for me to benefit than for someone else..."

Song Huan muttered something and rubbed her arm. "Let's go to Jiming Temple. If we don't leave now, we'll miss lunch."

Xiao Yunqing snorted and turned to walk out.

He took two steps, then turned back, "You pay!"

Song Huan took out some money and placed it on the table.

"Boss, pay up, and we'll also buy that pack of tissues!"

……

Jiming Temple is located above Tunghai University, not far away, about a 20-minute walk.

Jiming Temple is located on a small hill. Looking up from the foot of the hill, you can see a section of gray-tiled and yellow-walled buildings hidden behind layers of green trees.

The stone steps were long, extending upwards step by step, then turning a corner and disappearing into the shade of the trees.

Xiao Yunqing wiped the sweat from her forehead with a tissue, looked up for a while, and said, "Let's go."

The two people walked up the stone steps.

Cherry blossom trees lined both sides of the road, one after another, stretching from the foot of the mountain all the way to the temple gate.

Unfortunately, it's September now, and the cherry blossoms haven't bloomed yet.

Only the lush green leaves of the trees, densely packed, cut the sunlight into fragments and sprinkled them on the stone steps.

Occasionally a breeze would blow, rustling the leaves and dappling the ground with sunlight.

Xiao Yunqing walked ahead, her pace slow. She reached out and touched a cherry blossom branch by the roadside, and the leaves trembled.

"I wish it were springtime. I heard that cherry blossoms bloom on both sides of this road, pink and white. When the wind blows, the petals fall like snow."

Song Huan followed behind, "Then let's come again next spring. It's not like we can't come next spring."

"OK!"

Xiao Yunqing glanced back at him, smiled, and turned back to continue walking.

The stone steps are very long.

The two walked for a while before they saw the temple gate.

The temple has gray tiles and yellow walls. A plaque hangs above the door with the three characters "Jiming Temple" written on it. The paint is mottled, but the characters are still clear.

Two stone lions crouch on either side of the gate. Over time, the wind and sun have worn down their features, giving them a somewhat憨态 (simple and honest) appearance.

Stepping through the temple gate, you enter a courtyard.

The ground is paved with bluestone slabs, and fine moss grows in the cracks.

In the very center of the courtyard stands an ancient ginkgo tree, its trunk so thick that it would take several people to encircle it, its branches spreading out to cover almost half of the courtyard.

Under the tree was a stone vat, in which several koi carp, red and white, swam slowly.

The main hall is at the end of the courtyard, with gray tiles, red pillars, and copper bells hanging from the eaves.

When the wind blows, it makes a tinkling sound.

There was a faint sandalwood scent in the air, mixed with the aroma of moss and earth.

Xiao Yunqing stood under the ginkgo tree, looking up at it.

Sunlight filtered through the leaves and fell on her face.

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

"It's so quiet here."

Song Huan stood next to her and also looked up at her.

It looks good.

but……

Song Huan turned her head and glanced at Xiao Yunqing.

People are more attractive

The two people walked around the main hall and went upstairs.

It was quieter up there than up there, and the stone steps were covered with fallen leaves that rustled underfoot.

Standing on a high platform, one can see half of Nanjiang City.

The buildings were shrouded in gray, and a thin beam of light shone on the distant river.

The wind blew from the mountains, brushing her stray hairs against her face.

Back in front of the main hall, Xiao Yunqing walked to the Buddhist item sales area next to the incense burner and took three sticks of incense.

Turning around, I saw Song Huan standing there empty-handed.

Why aren't you taking it?

Song Huan put her hands in her pockets. "I don't believe in this stuff."

Xiao Yunqing rolled her eyes at him. "Since we're already here..."

"You're already here, why don't you believe it?"

Song Huan chuckled and said, "I believe that human will can overcome nature!"

Xiao Yunqing ignored him.

She walked to the incense burner and lit the incense.

The flame licked the tip of the incense stick, lit up briefly, then went out, leaving behind a tiny red star.

Wisps of smoke rose and dispersed among the ginkgo leaves.

She held the incense in both hands, raised it to her forehead, and closed her eyes.

It was very quiet around.

The only sounds were the wind rustling through the leaves and the occasional ring of the brass bells on the eaves.

Song Huan stood beside her, watching her.

Sunlight filtered through the leaves and fell on her profile.

Her eyelashes trembled slightly, and her lips moved gently as if she were reciting something.

[May Mom and Dad be healthy, may he be safe, may... we be together forever.]

Her eyelashes trembled.

A wisp of smoke rose in front of her and was dispersed by the wind.

[Actually, I don't know what I'm asking for. I just feel at ease standing here and saying these things, even if he can't hear me...]

Fool, I can hear you...

Song Huan smiled inwardly.

Then she opened her eyes and threw the incense sticks into the incense burner.

Wisps of smoke curled upwards.

She stepped back, clasped her hands together, and bowed again.

Then she turned around and saw Song Huan standing next to her, looking at her.

"What are you looking at?"

Song Huan pulled her hands out of her pockets and stood up straight.

"Nothing much, all done making your promise?"

"Um."

"Let's go then."

The two walked towards the temple gate.

When Xiao Yunqing reached the ginkgo tree, he stopped and looked back at the incense burner.

The three incense sticks were still burning, and the blue smoke rose up and dispersed among the leaves.

Song Huan walked beside her. "What did you wish for?"

I won't tell you.

"Does saying it aloud make it stop working?"

"right."

Song Huan didn't ask any more questions.

The two people walked down the stone steps.

The cherry blossom leaves rustled in the wind.

When they reached the halfway point of the mountain, Song Huan stopped and looked back.

Jiming Temple's gray tiles and yellow walls are hidden behind green trees, with only one corner of the eaves showing.

Xiao Yunqing walked ahead and had already descended several steps.

She turned to look at him. "Let's go!"

Song Huan followed.

The two walked down the mountain, one in front of the other, stepping on the shards of sunlight.