There were only a few seconds left until the green light. Zhou Bocan held Wen Liangliang's hand and hurriedly crossed the road.
The moonlight was soft and soft as it covered the towering memorial arch. On the other side of the zebra crossing was an ancient building without any lights.
Zhou Bocan stopped and held her hand without letting go. He seemed to be careless as he said with a magnetic voice, "I like people without common sense."
As the autumn wind blew, Wen Liangliang felt goosebumps all over his body.
What was even more frightening was that the door of the ancient building behind them suddenly opened. A little Daoist wearing a brown robe smiled and said, "You are so lucky to meet our Shing Wong Temple that only opens at night once a year. Today is a special day to pray, quickly come in!" Ever since they came to Beijing Road to stroll, they had never seen such a temple.
Wen Liangliang had a playful attitude as she followed the little Daoist.
The bright moonlight shone on the green and white stones as the little Daoist led them around the incense burner and into the brightly lit main hall. The main hall enshrined the owner of the temple, Lord Shing Wong. Lord Shing Wong wore an ancient official's robe, his face was kind and he looked mighty.
The little Daoist handed the bamboo pot that was polished to a smooth surface to Wen Liangliang and said intimately, "Coming to the Shing Wong Temple without drawing a lot is equivalent to coming here for nothing."
Wen Liangliang was familiar with this saying. Just like what the people of Shanghai say, not coming to the Shing Wong Temple is equivalent to not coming to Shanghai.
Her maternal grandmother's family was from Shanghai. When she was young, Mother Wen often sent her to Shanghai for winter and summer vacations. Every week, her maternal grandmother would bring her cousins to the Shing Wong Temple to pray. Whenever she had doubts, she would always draw a lot to ask for Lord Shing Wong's "opinion". Under her maternal grandmother's influence, she also learned to kneel on the red mat and ask about young girls' worries, classmates' conflicts, and grades. Now that she thought about it, they were all trivial matters. She felt sorry for Lord Shing Wong.
Drawing a lot required one to close their eyes because once they opened their eyes, there would be distracting thoughts and they would always want to pick a good lot. Every time they drew a lot, they could only ask one question. They didn't need to say it out loud, they only needed to think about it and then they would shake and wait for the lot of fate to fall.
In the silent night, a rustling sound could be heard in the spacious hall. Many thoughts flashed through her mind. She did not deliberately prepare for it. Tonight's drawing of the lots was purely accidental. For a while, she could not think of anything to ask.
It was only after she grew up that she realized that life was a pot of mixed flavors. Occasionally, she would get a stomachache, but she could only endure it and wait for time to reduce the inflammation and relieve the pain. When one was used to pain, many things became normal, and one could no longer distinguish between what was important and what was not.
"It fell out," Zhou Bocan said.
Wen Liangliang opened her eyes and saw Zhou Bocan pick up the bamboo stick and pass it to the little Daoist.
The Little Daoist said, "This is the best lot. Please wait a moment. Wait for me to bring out the book explaining the lot and explain it to you in detail."
As soon as the little Daoist's figure disappeared, Zhou Bocan received another call. He hurriedly walked out of the main hall.
After a while, both of them returned to the main hall.
The little Daoist sat on a chair and flipped open an ancient book. He pointed at the words on the lot and said, "This is lot fifty-one. Ai Bao is conferred the title of marquis. Ai Bao befriends with deep affection. Together, they meet in life. Hard work, luck, and character combine. One son becomes famous and blessed. "
The little Daoist glanced at Zhou Bocan and said in a mysterious manner, "Congratulations to you. This is a rare good lot for marriage. Speak …"
"Master, wait a moment." Wen Liangliang handed over another lot. "I had nothing to do just now, so I shook this lot again. I don't ask about marriage. I ask about health. Please help me solve this lot."
The little Daoist took the wooden lot and flipped through the ancient book. He frowned and read, "Cranes cry in harmony, crickets sing in autumn. Wives are good, like drums and zithers. Pray for rain and get auspicious snow. Buy gold when it falls. This is number forty-one? It's also a marriage lot, but it's a divorce lot. "
Zhou Bocan seemed to have a sore throat and coughed two or three times. The little Daoist saw that his face was unfriendly and hurriedly explained, "A divorce lot doesn't mean it's the worst lot. From the meaning of the lot, no matter if it's marriage or health, there will be changes. Even though it's somewhat contrary to my initial thoughts, the change should be good. "
After walking out of the City God's Temple, Zhou Bocan sent Wen Liangliang back to the hotel. The car drove on the road. The windows were wide open, and a large amount of wind poured in. It blew on Wen Liangliang's cold face, and exhaustion hit her in waves.
She caressed her stomach and said gloomily, "Uncle, I've decided to quit drinking milk tea."
When Zhou Bocan heard this, he stretched out his warm hand and pressed it against her sore spot through her clothes, sending a steady stream of warmth. Wen Liangliang nestled in his arms with a calm face. She was as quiet as stagnant water.
Zhou Bocan hurriedly ended the call and got out of the car to buy her medicine. He told her to rest early and sent her to the hotel lobby before returning to the taxi.
There was a white glass door in the hotel lobby. Wen Liangliang stood behind the door and listened to the sound of the wind passing through the gap. She weakly waved her hand and said goodbye to Zhou Bocan in the car.
Before the driver drove off, she suddenly ran out of the street and approached him. She didn't say anything, but her eyes were gloomy.
He didn't know when, but it started drizzling outside. The phone on the bedside table kept vibrating since he entered the door. In order not to disturb the two, Zhou Bocan decided to temporarily turn off the phone. Wen Liangliang didn't want to. She said it was more exciting as an accompaniment.
Zhou Bocan realized that he was tricked. "You did it on purpose?" He pretended to have a stomachache.
Wen Liangliang turned around and laughed so hard that tears came out. "I didn't force you! You said that you were capable and skilled, so I said that I had to have evidence to stand firm. Then you had to prove it to me. Think about it carefully. It was you who initiated it. You can't blame me! If you told me in advance that you had an appointment for the second half, I would have definitely given up my position so that you could save some bullets and fight another 300 times! "
"Don't make up stories about me. No matter how busy I am at work, I have been delayed because of you. How are you going to repay me?" Zhou Bocan stuck out his tongue and licked her sensitive earlobe. It tickled her so much that she tightened her neck.
In a daze, she found that this bedmate was quite responsible.
After the sprint, he was drenched in sweat. When Zhou Bocan was taking a shower, his phone rang again. This time, it was obviously a different person who kept calling. Wen Liangliang looked at the screen curiously. The word "Junior" was displayed.
She smiled wickedly and picked up the phone.
"Can Can, when will you be willing to come back? There is a problem with Dafei's test and the new function is dead. What do you think we should do? The project will be launched in a few days. Can't you convince your leader not to make a last-minute effort to add some new function? Remember to buy me a cup of coffee on the way back! "
The woman said a bunch of things and realized that there was no sound from the other end of the phone. So, she stopped. Wen Liangliang coughed and said, "Sorry, the owner of the phone has something to do and left. Give him a few more minutes and he will be back."
"Oh … You are my niece?" The woman asked.
Wen Liangliang teased Zhou Bocan by calling him "Uncle". He said that she was bad, but he was willing to play along and call her "Niece". Usually, when she heard Zhou Bocan call her that, she did not feel anything. Now that other people were calling her that, Wen Liangliang felt a few years younger. It was more effective than any wrinkle cream. It would be a waste if she did not take advantage of it. She replied straightforwardly, "Yes, I am your niece."
The woman asked, "Which niece?"
Wen Liangliang raised her eyebrows. "How many nieces are there?"
Zhou Bocan walked out of the shower room. Seeing her holding the phone, he hugged her and said, "You started to check the phone so soon? Let me tell you in advance, half of them are my mother's number. She loses her phone every few days. There are so many phone numbers that I don't even know how to remember them. "
"Oh, no wonder you have a few 'nieces'." Wen Liangliang rested her head on his arm. She looked through the glass window at the abyss of darkness and said lightly, "I am not interested in your phone. Is there a reward for answering the phone for you just now? "
"You even made the milk tea. Am I not satisfied enough for you? Can't you feel sorry for me? If you always go against me, how are we going to live together in the future? "
Wen Liangliang looked at his sparkling eyes and really admired him. Women really needed to improve their ability to deal with glib tongues.
"Let's go! Otherwise, your colleagues will scold me to death. "She opened the door.
Zhou Bocan lowered his head and hugged her, giving her a deep kiss. Before leaving, he said, "I will bring you to the team building in two days. Let them all see how amazing you are. Let's see if they still dare to call Soul Chasing Phone in the future."
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