"Advancing with the times belongs to us."

Song Jiamu nodded and stood where she had just stood, ready to start praying.

Seeing Yun Shuqian standing calmly beside him, wanting to eavesdrop, he turned his head and glanced at her. Yun Shuqian put her hands behind her back, whistling as unpleasantly as a hen laying eggs, and walked leisurely.

Far away, he still muttered: "Humph, who wants to hear what you wish for..."

But she couldn't help but be curious in her heart. After all, they came here to seek marriage. She wanted to know what kind of marriage Song Zhutou asked for. She was afraid that if Lady Guanyin agreed to his words and sent him a girl from the sky, she would be dumbfounded.

Song Jiamu turned his head, and Yun Shuqian approached calmly.

He didn't understand her, so he turned around suddenly, and she was so frightened that she ran away, finally not daring to come closer and eavesdrop.

Song Jiamu held up the incense and closed his eyes.

His prayer was not as long as Yun Shuqian's.

"Mother Guanyin, Yue Lao has blessed Yun Shuqian to marry me as my wife. I will be kind to her all her life. I will help her blow dry her hair every day. She will not quarrel or fight. She will live in peace and joy for the rest of her life. I will live with her...ours

The ID card is..."

After praying, Song Jiamu worshiped devoutly in the four directions of southeast, northwest and southeast, bowed deeply three times, and put the incense into the incense burner.

Making wishes and praying for blessings is actually a kind of positive psychological suggestion. Sincerity brings wisdom, and it can also be regarded as a good way of emotional sustenance.

Most people come to this temple to send children, blessings, and marriage, which are what ordinary people look forward to most.

"You, what wish did you make?" Seeing Song Jiamu placing incense, Yun Shuqian couldn't help but run over and asked.

"Seeking marriage."

"...I forgot to tell you that if the request is too high, Lady Guanyin and Immortal Yuelao will not agree. They are busy with business and will always choose simple wishes to come true."

"Then I shouldn't ask too much."

After the two prayed, they wandered around again.

There is a small popsicle shop outside that sells koi popsicles. The wooden sticks are engraved with the lottery. After eating the popsicles, you can see what lottery you have won.

Yun Shuqian randomly picked a popsicle, and Song Jiamu also picked a popsicle.

The temperature rose in the afternoon, and the two of them licked popsicles while walking. The ice was cold and sweet, and they felt very comfortable. When walking side by side, their middle shoulders would bump from time to time.

The girl was soft and soft, so she would naturally be at a disadvantage when she collided with him like this. Song Jiamu only needed to nudge her slightly, and she staggered two steps with a groan.

But she refused to admit defeat. Like a young bull, she held back her strength and rushed over to him, hitting him with her forehead.

But his arm was so hard that it hurt her own head.

So he covered his red forehead in embarrassment and raised his little hand to pat him angrily. Song Jiamu hunched his shoulders and dodged.

The two were joking around and didn't notice that they accidentally broke into someone else's camera. There was a photographer behind them, holding a tripod and planning to take pictures of the yellow walls and black tiles surrounded by the jungle, as well as the steps climbing up in the distance. Who knew?

The young couple suddenly burst into the scene and couldn't avoid it.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! The girl is wearing a simple and elegant dress, with bright eyes and a charming smile. She holds a popsicle in her left hand and hits the boy next to her with her right hand;

The boy was full of youth, and the bright afternoon light fell on him. He was smiling, carrying the girl's bright yellow bag, and holding the same popsicle as hers in his right hand;

There was no stage, no scenery, no plan, they just broke into the photographer's lens unexpectedly.

Almost instinctively, the photographer couldn't explain why, but his eyes lit up and he pressed the shutter in his hand.

For photographers, it is common for uninvited guests to pop into the camera. Some photos become waste, but some become classics. This photo is an unexpected surprise.

"Then shall we go to Sansei Stone now?"

"Hmm, I don't know where to go..."

Yun Shuqian and Song Jiamu were licking popsicles and talking leisurely, when the sound of trotting footsteps came from behind.

"Both students, please wait a moment."

The photographer ran over with his camera in hand, apologizing for disturbing the little couple's little world.

"Hello, what's the matter?" Song Jiamu asked, and Yun Shuqian also turned around, subconsciously sticking to his side, looking at this person curiously.

"That's right, I just took pictures here, and then you walked in..."

"Oh, I'm sorry to bother you, we were just about to walk out."

"No, no, classmate, you misunderstood. What I mean is that I just captured this scene. I think the photo is very, very good. I would like to ask for your opinion and see if you can include it in my portfolio for magazine submission. I

You can pay for this photo!”

"…Which one?"

"This one."

The photographer showed the photo he just took. The original photo has not been retouched yet, but the composition is very beautiful. There is no doubt that after retouching, it will be a photo that can be used as the cover of a youth literature magazine.

Song Jiamu and Yun Shuqian's eyes lit up when they saw it, especially Yun Shuqian, whose big eyes looked at every detail of the photo without blinking, and he even forgot to lick the popsicle in his mouth.

It turns out that the fight between the two just now seemed so harmonious when viewed from a third perspective!

In the thousand-year-old temple with yellow walls and black tiles, such youth and love seem to give time an indescribable vitality. It’s no wonder that the photographer has such a high opinion of this photo.

The more top-notch photography is, the more natural and real it needs to be. This is an effect that cannot be achieved by posing.

"Here, can you give us a photo of this?" Yun Shuqian asked.

"Of course, can this classmate leave a WeChat message? I will send you the original picture and the repaired picture. I will pay you the price of an excellent model."

Song Jiamu added his WeChat account. It turned out that he was a professional photographer and also took wedding and travel photos. The quality of the photos was good. Maybe there would be another chance to find him in the future.

Both of them accepted the payment generously. Unexpectedly, when they went out for a spin, they actually made money, which was just used to supplement their funds.

Both parties were very satisfied, and Song Jiamu asked him which way the Sansheng Stone should go.

"The Sansheng Stone is hidden in a relatively low-key manner and is not easy to find. You can walk over here and turn right. There is a mountain gate with a sign saying "Sanzhu Kongmeng". Walk straight along Tianzhu Road for about 500 meters to Fajing Temple. At Fajing

You can see it by walking along the path behind the drum tower and passing through a small tea garden."

"..."

Song Jiamu and Yun Shuqian looked confused.

"Do you understand?" Song Jiamu asked.

"I, I definitely understand." Yun Shuqian licked the popsicle and said, but she understood every word, but she didn't understand them together.

Seeing her appearance, Song Jiamu stopped asking her. Since he had plenty of time, he just wanted to stroll around leisurely. Maybe he would meet the Sansheng Stone when he got lost, which would be a kind of fun.

"Anyway, thank you two classmates very much. I wish you a happy trip and a smooth relationship. You can ask me to be your photographer when you get married. I feel that we will definitely see you again."

After that, the photographer waved his hand and left with his SLR in hand.

"..."

Song Jiamu and Yun Shuqian looked confused.

"Did you understand?" Song Jiamu asked, "Did he say let us get married?"

"I, I definitely didn't understand."

Yun Shuqian licked the popsicle and said that she understood every word, but when she connected them, her face turned red.

"How can I marry you, Pig Tou."

The two of them continued to wander around while eating popsicles. The warm breeze in early summer blew the hem of the girl's skirt. She looked at the photo forwarded by Song Jiamu on her phone and became more and more satisfied.

"Why don't we ask him to take more pictures for us?" Song Jiamu said.

"This one is for making money, but the one behind is asking for money, stupid~!"

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