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Han Zhou was a little stunned and subconsciously held his breath. The words "The art of getting along between men and women you are talking about, could it be driving?" were stuck in his throat and gradually disappeared.
I was afraid of disturbing such a scene.
"Do you think it'll go well?"
After a while, the girl in the painting withdrew her gaze. The setting sun illuminated half of her face, making it red. She looked at Han Zhou with a vivid expression, "If such a signature can come true, I should be looking forward to it."
This girl who hated expectations said "I'm looking forward to it" for the first time.
For a moment, Han Zhou almost couldn't help but surrender. This guy only made a slight move, and he almost couldn't resist and almost said something that he shouldn't have said.
"Yisha, my Yisha! You are mine!"
The other party's obviously nonsense words echoed vaguely in his ears. What was scary was that a similar thought actually emerged in his mind...
This is so scary... In addition to mind reading, could this guy also have the ability to predict the future?
Han Zhou was in a complicated mood. He finally managed to calm down and said vaguely: "Probably, if you don't mean about having a child..."
"is it?"
Mo Yixia observed him carefully for a while, perhaps getting a satisfactory answer. She tucked up the hair beside her ears and smiled faintly, "Want to hear what I got when I first prayed for it?"
"It must be a bad sign, otherwise you wouldn't ask for it again and again."
"Yes." Mo Yixia looked calm, "'When the wind lights the candle, the sparse shadows in the sky, vaguely spread out like flowers in the mirror, the mountains and rivers are waiting to be cleaned up, how can you know that they are just illusions', the meaning of the fortune is that there is no need to seek, everything is predetermined, all the things you hope for are like dreams, unattainable, this is all fate."
“It sounds like a bad sign.”
Han Zhou heard a heavy feeling that no matter how hard one tries, everything will ultimately be illusory.
Mo Yixia nodded slightly and continued, "If you pursue love, even if it seems like you have a lover for a while, it will eventually end in nothing. After several attempts, it will end up like a dream with no good results - this is the meaning of this lot."
It seems a bit sad that you can't get what you want, but Han Zhou didn't feel too much about it. He and Mo Yixia were not the kind of people who believed in such things. If they saw a good fortune, they would take it as a good luck, and if they saw a bad fortune, they would not be depressed.
But if you think about it this way, it is not so difficult to understand that one can repeatedly draw lots in that temple. It feels like one is taking control of one's own destiny.
Of course, it would be even better if there was no charge...
Thinking of this, Han Zhou smiled bitterly and shook his head: "You didn't spend that money in vain. Isn't it enough to get the lot you want? Why bother to solve the first lot?"
He didn't think Mo Yixia would be depressed because of this, so he wondered why she mentioned this lot.
And it turned out to be true. Mo Yixia said calmly, "Not just the first lot, I asked the monk to interpret all the lots I got. It was too unprofessional to interpret the lot with a mobile phone in front of us, so I added some workload for him."
Han Zhou was stunned for a moment, then he said with a smile: "I was wondering why I waited for you for so long..."
It really is this guy's style.
Mo Yixia asked, "Speaking of which, where is your fortune? I saw that you prayed once and then stopped. Is it because you got a good fortune the first time?"
"That's not the case. I just don't want to waste extra money." Han Zhou glanced at her and said meaningfully, "Spending money on something like this is something only a fool would do."
"It seems that I am the fool you mentioned."
Mo Yixia was not angry, and slowly said, "Then aren't you tempted? She's stupid, rich, fair-skinned, beautiful, and proficient in the art of getting along between men and women. It's hard to find a girl like this, right?"
"If you hadn't said that last sentence with that subtle expression, I might have been moved..."
Han Zhou twitched his lips, shook his head and sighed, "The fortune stick I drew meant to keep me away from love, so as not to taste the bitterness of love."
Mo Yixia said, "Ah... someone usually pretends to be so serious, but it turns out he is also looking for a marriage."
She thought about it seriously and said, "This should be called sultry, right?"
Han Zhou was shocked, but soon he pretended to be calm and said unhappily, "What's so strange about this? At my age, what else can I ask for if not marriage?"
"Tsk, tsk."
Mo Yixia turned her head away and said nothing, but it seemed as if she had said everything.
Han Zhou remained calm, watching the last bit of the setting sun disappear into the water, and said, "Okay, it's getting dark, let's find a place to eat. Is there anything you want to eat?"
"It's fine as long as it's not a fish."
"Then let's find a restaurant nearby?"
"You decide, I'll pay."
Mo Yixia raised her chin slightly, showing the composure of a small rich woman at the right time, and asked again, “She is stupid, rich, fair-skinned and beautiful, are you really not moved?”
"Not moved."
"Someone just wanted to shout 'Yisha, my Yisha! You are mine!', but he was able to resist the temptation... Should we say he has a strong will or is he timid?"
Mo Yixia sighed, not hiding the contempt in her eyes.
Han Zhou was choked, but he didn't believe that this guy could really see everything. Even if he could see it, he couldn't admit it. So he took out his mobile phone with a calm face and started checking for suitable restaurants nearby.
but……
Looking at the profile of the girl next to him, he suddenly realized a problem.
At this rate of development, it would be hard for him to survive until the day when he never says these words again...
What should I do then?
"Like a swan flying from a cage, it wants to turn over but cannot, it is difficult to get out from the north, south, east and west. This hexagram is really frightening and full of hatred."
This was the content on the fortune stick he had prayed for, and the meaning of the fortune stick was indeed as he had said. Seeking for marriage was like falling in love, so it was best not to touch it, so as not to end up in a dilemma.
Either don't get involved, or quit as soon as possible. If you really can't quit, you must think of ways to eliminate the disaster in advance, which may alleviate the situation.
"Is this thing so accurate..."
Han Zhou sighed secretly and walked in one direction with Mo Yixia.
The street lights on the slope lit up, stretching the shadows of the two people very long.
I'm writing more and more, but I still haven't written the plot of watching the moon. It's a bit of a loss to go directly to the plot of climbing the snow mountain. I'll write a little more tomorrow, otherwise the plot of Yixia will end after the snow mountain.
(End of this chapter)
Chapter 167 Literary Girl
The dusk deepened.
Although it was not completely dark yet, the huge full moon was already hanging high in the sky, occupying an excellent position in the dim sky, silently watching everything on the earth.
The light from the desk lamp was exceptionally soft, illuminating the desk and the short-haired girl who was writing furiously in front of it; her slender shadow was reflected on the white wall.
The blue dolphin pendant around the neck glows slightly, as if blinking at the moon outside the window.
There was a sudden knock on the bedroom door, and an indistinct voice was heard outside.
"Gu Zheng, it's time to eat."
"I know, come right away!"
Guzheng responded loudly, put down the paper and pen, put away the books on the desk, picked up the mobile phone on the table and took a look. Seeing that there was no new message, she snorted lightly, then stretched her arms and neck and walked out of the bedroom.
Seeing his daughter studying for another whole afternoon, Gu Lang, who was wearing an apron at the dining table, looked distressed. He did not even bother to continue tasting the hot soup in his spoon. He said bitterly, "I say, girl, it's Mid-Autumn Festival and you are still studying in your room all day. At least come out and talk to me, your dad."
"What can I tell you?"
Before Gu Zheng could speak, Miao Yaner came out of the kitchen with a plate of steaming food in each hand, and said with a smile, "You are so ignorant all day long that you have nothing in common with Xiao Zheng. I'm afraid that if I talk too much to you, she will be corrupted. Don't just stand there, go to the kitchen and bring the remaining dishes over."
"According to the order!"
Miao Yan'er has absolute say in this family. Gu Lang, who holds the position of the younger brother in the family, dares not disobey. He hurried into the kitchen and came out with a smug look on his face. He obviously thought of something and raised his voice and said, "Honey, who said that my daughter and I have no common topics? I can definitely talk to her about that brat Han Zhou."
If this isn't a common topic, then what is?
Gu Zheng was adding rice to everyone in front of the rice cooker. The two specially made large bowls were for her and Miao Yan'er, and the remaining normal-sized bowls were for Gu Lang - this was a family where the size of the bowl determined family status. Hearing this, she looked back at her father, then retracted her gaze, as if she didn't want to pay any attention to him.
"See, I told you guys you have nothing in common."
Miao Yan'er shook her head and chuckled. She took off her apron and sat down. As if she suddenly realized something, a look of vigilance flashed in her almond-shaped eyes. She asked curiously, "No, you never called Han Zhou 'brat' before. Even when he took away your favorite floral shirt last time, you didn't call him that. Why did you suddenly change your name?"
Her eyes became sharper. "Tell me, are you hiding something from me about Han Zhou?"
Gu Lang's heart tightened. Having a wife with keen insight was not a good thing, especially when she had absolute dominance at home.
Of course he was unhappy with Han Zhou because he had checked into a hotel with Gu Zheng, but he didn't dare to tell anyone about it. Otherwise, not to mention what would happen to Han Zhou, Gu Zheng would definitely ignore him for several days because of his slip of the tongue.
Didn’t you see that the girl was no longer going to give him more food?
His mind raced, he sat down with an unhappy look on his face, and snorted, "We have prepared mooncakes for that kid, and the meal is specially made for four people, but the Mid-Autumn Festival is almost over, and that kid doesn't even bother to greet us. What else can he be but a brat?"
"You have a bad memory! Han Zhou has something to do these days and can't come to our house. Didn't I tell you a long time ago?"
Gu Zheng subconsciously defended Han Zhou. She put a bowl of rice heavily in front of him with a stern face and said unhappily, "He asked me to wish you a happy Mid-Autumn Festival on his behalf, and also said that he would bring us Yecheng's specialties when he comes back the day after tomorrow."
The father and daughter exchanged glances calmly.
"Did Han Zhou run to Yecheng?"
As expected, Miao Yan'er was attracted by this sentence and asked, "What is he doing in Yecheng?"
Gu Zheng handed her the specially made large rice bowl, then sat down with her own large rice bowl, shook her head and said, "He must have something important to do. I didn't ask him in detail."
"What important things could a student like him have? It's impossible for him to go traveling, right?"
Gu Lang felt that something was fishy, and said with a look of disappointment, "Gu Zheng, I'm not saying anything bad about you, but if something is out of the ordinary, there must be something fishy. How can you not ask about this kind of thing? Aren't you worried about which girl he went out with?"
When he said the last sentence, he deliberately adopted a gloomy tone.
Gu Zheng's face changed slightly, and she buried her face in her rice bowl. She pretended to be calm and retorted: "What's there to be afraid of? Han Zhou is free to go wherever he wants. I don't care. Besides, he doesn't know many girls..."
"You're talking about high school. The university has been open for a month. Can you guarantee that he hasn't flirted with any female classmates during this time? Even if he's not attracted to a certain girl, can you guarantee that no girl has any bad intentions towards him?"
Gu Lang sneered and said in the tone of an experienced person, "You think only men are lustful, right? Let me tell you, with that brat's face, it's normal for girls to be interested in him..."
Before he could finish his words, he saw a chopstick passed in front of his eyes like a javelin and inserted steadily into the rice bowl in front of him, with the entire chopstick almost completely submerged in the rice.
He broke out in a cold sweat and dared not say anything more.
Miao Yan'er, who was sitting across the table, smiled and said, "Husband, are you getting off topic? Just talk about these two kids. Why bring up other people? Oh, give me back my chopsticks."
Gu wasted some effort before pulling the chopsticks out of the bowl, handed them to the other party respectfully, and said with a wry smile: "Hahaha, I can't help it, I can't help it..."
He looked at Gu Zheng again, his expression suddenly changed, and he said earnestly, "Anyway, this is what I mean. Since you like that boy, you have to have a sense of crisis and urgency. Don't play the TV show where you confess your love only when you are about to die. Your mother and I have no objection to you dating at this time. Um... you should understand what I mean, right?"
Miao Yan'er nodded in agreement and said with a smile, "We don't object. Although I personally think that girls need to maintain a certain degree of reserve, it's not a cheap thing to take the initiative. If it were me, Han Zhou would have to stay at our house tonight."
Gu Zheng still buried her face in the bowl, not knowing what she was thinking. After a moment of silence, she protested with a guilty conscience, "Who said I like him?"