Chapter 922
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The pretty girl who had just given her blessing brushed past Song Qingchun and left without waiting for her response.
I don't know this girl, so how did she know my name? And she even gave me her blessing …
Song Qingchun turned around with confusion to look at the girl's back. Before she could figure out what was going on, someone patted her lightly on her shoulder. Song Qingchun turned around and saw two girls who were younger than her waving at her with smiles on their faces. One of them said, "Song Qingchun, may happiness be with you every second."
The moment the first girl said that, the other added, "Song Qingchun, may happiness be with you every second."
Similar to the first girl, the two girls left immediately after saying that. Then a middle-aged couple walked forward and said in unison, "Song Qingchun, may happiness be with you forever."
After the couple left, a young man with a baseball cap and earphones around his neck stopped before her on his skateboard. He called her name and started to sing an old song. "I wish you peace, oh, I wish you peace, let the happiness surround you …"
"Song Qingchun, may someone accompany you as you roam the streets."
"Song Qingchun, may you become a better version of yourself."
"Song Qingchun, may the world treat you with kindness."
"Song Qingchun, may you have a mountain to lean on and a tree to rest on."
After the young man left, there was an endless stream of people who continued to walk toward Song Qingchun to wish her well before leaving.
There were all kinds of people gathered on the sidewalk. There were Cantonese accents, Northeastern accents, and Sichuan accents that Song Qingchun could barely understand.
Song Qingchun stood where she was for a long time like her pressure point had been hit. Then, she seemed to understand what was going on.
"Song Qingchun, may you have high heels and running shoes."
"Song Qingchun, may you have wine and tea to drink."
"Song Qingchun, may you get less hurt when you persist in your wrongdoings; may you realize that things and people are the same."
"Song Qingchun, may you have a bright life."
From the initial accent to the languages of the world, Japanese, English, and French …
Each person's blessing was different.
Some made people not know whether to laugh or cry, some warmed their hearts, and some instantly moved them …
"Song Qingchun, I hope you marry because of love."
"Song Qingchun, may you be treasured forever."
"Song Qingchun, I wish you and your lover a happy ending."
"Song Qingchun, may there always be light in your eyes; may you live the life that you want."
Song Qingchun couldn't hold it in anymore. She raised her hand to cover her mouth, and tears fell from her eyes.
On the pedestrian street, there were people constantly coming and going, sending their blessings.
"Song Qingchun, I hope your love will not be wasted."
"Song Qingchun, I wish you good luck in your life."
"Song Qingchun, I hope you'll never miss it."
"Song Qingchun, I hope you'll see Su Zhinian when you turn around."
Since the first blessing, Song Qingchun had been counting in her heart. So far, there were ninety-nine blessings.
As the ninety-ninth person said that, Song Qingchun was dazed for a moment before realization dawned on her. She whipped her head around, and as she expected, she saw Su Zhinian standing in the middle of the biggest tree lantern.
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