Mu Siyin looked at Shi Beiyu in surprise. “Then, let’s put one up too?”
Shi Beiyu nodded dotingly. “Okay.”
Leng Jiao also liked this. She looked at Huo Sikai. “Let’s put one up too.”
Huo Sikai coughed and looked at her. “I can write down anyone’s name?”
Leng jiao immediately glared: “Write down my name!”
Huo Sikai:”…”
Lu Jingchen also felt that this tree of peace was very interesting and also went forward to take a red brocade stick.
Huo sikai laughed: “Oh? Who Are you planning to write down?”
Lu Jingchen said generously: “My Grandfather’s health has always been poor, let’s hang one for him.”
Huo Sikai was very surprised. “I thought you were going to write Bai Ruoya’s name.”
Lu Jingchen smiled and went to get his brush. He bent down and wrote old master Lu’s name on it.
Lu Jingchen respected and loved his elders very much. Regardless of whether it was old master Lu or his parents, he was very attentive.
There was also Mu Siyin. He had always been very protective of her.
Other than his mouth sometimes. Apart from the occasional poison, he could be considered a very warm and caring man.
Shi beiyu, Mu Siyin, Huo Sikai, Leng Jiao, and Lu Jingchen each hung one of them.
Only Leng Jiuchen and Ji Yang stood where they were and didn’t move.
Huo Sikai turned to look at the two of them. “Are you guys going to hurry up too?”
Ji Yang smiled. “I won’t hang up.”
Huo Sikai turned to look at Leng Jiuchen. “What About You?”
Leng Jiuchen thought for a moment and said, “I can hang one.”
After that, he stepped forward, picked up the brush without any hesitation, and wrote down three words — Xiang Qiuci.
Mu Siyin was speechless. This Leng Jiuchen was really a hypocrite!
Huo Sikai shook his head helplessly. “Aiya, if Little Mei Ning knew about this, how sad would she be?”
However, Leng Jiuchen did not care about the different expressions on everyone’s faces. He rolled up the strips and placed them into the red lucky bag.
Mu Siyin could not help but look at Ji Yang. “Ji Yang, aren’t you going to hang one?”
Ji Yang smiled and shook her head. “There’s no need.”
MU siyin blinked and said, “Since you’re here, you can hang one.”
Ji Yang had no choice but to nod. Then, she wrote the names of Father Ji and mother Ji and placed them into the lucky bag.
Everyone walked around the temple and the abbot invited everyone to have tea together.
The abbot’s courtyard was very quiet. There were small bridges, flowing water, pavilions, and pavilions. There was also a Bodhi tree in the courtyard. It could be said to be a good place to cultivate one’s body and mind.
Everyone sat down to drink tea. Halfway through, Ji Yang stood up silently and asked the young novice monk for the direction of the washroom before walking out on her own.
Mu Siyin looked at Ji Yang’s back and thought for a moment before standing up and following him out.
However, she did not see Ji Yang after she went out. She was puzzled and only found out that Ji Yang had left the courtyard after asking the young novice monk who was standing in the corridor.
She was very puzzled. wasn’t there a courtyard here? Why did she have to go out?
She blinked her eyes and hurriedly followed after him.
Mu Siyin asked the young novice monk, Ji Yang, where she was going as she walked. As she asked, she actually arrived at the Bodhi tree in the middle of the temple.
She hid in a corner and watched Ji Yang take out a red brocade stick from the old man guarding the bodhi. Then, she bent down to write. Finally, she put it into her lucky bag and hung it up.
At that moment, Mu Siyin was beyond shocked!
Yang Yang… who was she writing about? Why didn’t she write it just now? Why did she have to write it herself?
She had already written about uncle Ji and Auntie Ji. Could it be… that she had someone in her heart?
What was written on it was her lover?
Oh My God… could it be like this?
