Chapter 941 You Are My Destiny

"Okay, donor, here you go. Please offer incense first." The little novice monk handed three sticks of incense to Leng Zhiyuan.

Leng Zhiyuan knelt on the futon. She looked at the statue of Bodhisattva in front of her, and then bowed her head three times piously. If the Bodhisattva is really effective, then please tell her, will she and Zhou Yao have... in the future?

It wasn't that she wasn't confused or scared. She didn't want to let go of the man's hand. She wanted to keep going like this with him.

Bodhisattva, is she too greedy?

"Donor, here you go, you can draw lots." The little novice monk handed a bamboo tube to Leng Zhiyuan.

Leng Zhiyuan took it in his hand, and then slowly shook the bamboo tube. At this time, there was a "pop" and a bamboo stick fell to the ground.

This is her signature.

Leng Zhiyuan lowered her eyes and looked at her signature. She came here to ask for the signature. She wanted to get some hints and some spiritual encouragement when she was confused. Even if it was false, but looking at her signature at the moment, she actually didn't pick it up for a long time. .

She suddenly... didn't dare anymore.

She lacked the courage and wanted to retreat.

Thinking about it, I was really being ridiculous. Wasn't the ending between her and him already predestined? Why was she still asking for a signature?

It’s just self-deception.

At this time, Zhou Yao's cry sounded in his ears, "Daughter-in-law! Wife-in-law, where are you?"

Leng Zhiyuan quickly came to his senses. He knew how to buy water, but she came here to ask for a signature. He probably couldn't find her.

She quickly got up and ran out of the temple.

"Hey, donor, your lot..." The little novice monk picked up the lot from the ground, but Leng Zhiyuan had already disappeared without a trace.

At this time "Emitofu", the young novice's master and the abbot of this temple came.

The young novice monk immediately bowed respectfully, "Master."

The abbot, who looked kind and honest, nodded, and then said, "What happened? I heard your call from a distance."

"Master, just now a female donor came to ask for a lottery, but after the lottery was completed, she ran away."

"Really?" The abbot took the lottery in his hand, opened it and took a few glances.

"Master, what does this signature say?"

"Where did the female donor run away just now?"

"There."

The abbot looked in the direction of the little novice's finger. No one was there anymore. The abbot stroked his beard and said, "The female benefactor asked for the fortune-teller, the fate-lot in the marriage lot."

"Fateful sign? Master, I don't understand."

The abbot showed a kind and profound smile, and explained, "The destiny lottery is a rare chance in a thousand years, and it is difficult for anyone to draw it. The meaning of this lottery is that you are my destiny!"

…

Leng Zhiyuan ran out. From a distance, she saw Zhou Yao looking for her back. She quickly ran forward, "Zhou Yao, I'm here."

Zhou Yao quickly turned around. He glanced at the woman up and down and then said with a dark face, "Where did you run to again? You disappeared in the blink of an eye."

Leng Zhiyuan stepped forward and took his arm, saying softly and coquettishly, "Don't be angry, I'm going to the toilet."

This reason left Zhou Yao speechless. He reached out and rubbed her black hair, then unscrewed the bottle cap and handed over the water in his hand, "Drink."

"Oh." Leng Zhiyuan took two sips and then handed the water to him. "You are thirsty too. Take a sip too."

Zhou Yao looked at the bright smile on her lips, then raised his head and took a sip of water.

Leng Zhiyuan felt sweet in her heart. In fact, romance between lovers is very simple. There is no need to deliberately take pictures. Like now, the two of them drink a bottle of water together, as long as he doesn't dislike her saliva.

"We have only climbed half of the mountain. Can you insist on climbing to the top? Let's watch the dusk and sunset together."

Leng Zhiyuan lowered her eyes and looked at the high heels on her feet. They came out in a hurry and did not consider that she should change to a pair of flat shoes when climbing the mountain. Now her heels are almost wearing out bubbles.

She twisted her eyebrows and pouted, "My feet hurt."

"Then I will carry you?"

"Okay." Leng Zhiyuan quickly threw off her high heels and stood on the cobblestone ground with her bare white feet.

Zhou Yao bent down and picked up her high heels in his hand, then stood with his back to her. He patted his back and said, "Jump up."

Leng Zhiyuan quickly jumped on his back, and he stretched out his generous palm to hold her sweet buttocks.

"Are you ready?"

"alright."

"Then let's set off."

Zhou Yao carried Leng Zhiyuan all the way, which made those mountain-climbing couples envious. Those girls saw that Zhou Yao was tall and strong, so he carried Leng Zhiyuan all the way without even taking a breath. His steps were still so steady and steady, and the girls complained about their boyfriends---

"Look at how awesome my boyfriend is. No, I'm almost exhausted. Please carry me on your back."

"My dear, the top of the mountain is so high that I can't do it. Just let me go!"...

Leng Zhiyuan raised the corners of her lips when she heard the scolding behind her. She hugged Zhou Yao's neck tightly with her two small hands and kissed his strong cheek. She asked sweetly, "Are you tired?"

"Not tired."

Leng Zhiyuan touched his forehead and found that he was indeed not sweating. She couldn't help but lay on his shoulder and whispered in his ear, "Only now do I realize the benefits of being with a soldier. Zhou Yao, you are great." oh."

Zhou Yao turned around and squinted at her, smiling lovingly, "You just realized it now?"

"I found out a long time ago, otherwise how could so many women like you?"

Leng Zhiyuan originally said it carelessly, but after he said it, both of them's eyes flashed because they both thought of... Han Xuan.

"That's not what I meant..." She wanted to explain.

At this time, the man turned around, opened his mouth and kissed her red lips, he pressed his nose against hers, "I know, no need to explain."

"Oh." Leng Zhiyuan lay back on his shoulder, she looked at the smooth and firm lines of his profile, "Zhou Yao, if possible, I don't want to give you to any woman."

Zhou Yao glanced at the top of the mountain, "In my heart, no one can take me away from you."

He will always be hers.

...

The two reached the top of the mountain, they chose a clean grass and sat down, Zhou Yao stretched out his long arms to hold her shoulders, Leng Zhiyuan rested her head on his broad shoulders.

"Zhou Yao, it's going to dusk."

Zhou Yao looked at the sky in the distance, the sun had turned into a gorgeous sunset, it slowly sank into the horizon, and at the same time sprinkled a large area of ​​dizzying yellow, now they were bathing in this yellow.

He retracted his strength in his big hand and pinched her fair little shoulder, "Wife, will you find another man and marry another man in the future?"

Leng Zhiyuan nodded, "Yes, I will live a good life."

This was the answer Zhou Yao wanted. He could no longer give her happiness. He could only wish her happiness. He raised his lips and uttered one word, "Okay."