Food bloggers made fortunes in ancient times

As time passed, Song Yan's eyelids became heavier and heavier.

But his brain wouldn't let him go, replaying every detail of their acquaintance over and over again.

Every detail and every word of their first meeting were replayed over and over in Song Yan's mind.

At this moment, he suddenly remembered that when they met for the second time, Shu Changyu had clearly told him not to call him Miss Shu.

Song Yan pulled the corners of his stiff mouth and smiled bitterly. He was so slow that he didn't react at all.

However, it is too late to say this now.

Song Yan closed her eyes tightly, unwilling to think about it any further.

The answer, like Schrödinger's cat, lies in the unopened box.

The answer will only be revealed when he opens the lid.

The problem is that he is not mentally prepared to face the truth.

Before falling asleep, Song Yan felt that the air in the quilt became thinner, so she subconsciously pulled the quilt down and exposed her mouth to breathe.

Just after taking a few breaths of fresh air, he suddenly felt a warm and soft touch on his lips, and the slippery softness gently slid across his lips and teeth.

Song Yan's consciousness gradually became clear from the blur. He suddenly opened his eyes and saw Shu Changyu's beautiful eyebrows and eyes close to him.

"Shu Changyu you,"

What are you crazy about again!

Shu Changyu kissed his lips and licked them carefully, making a slight sound of water stains.

It is extremely clear in the quiet late night.

Song Yan raised her hand to push his shoulder, but as soon as his hand was extended, it was grabbed by Shu Changyu and pressed on top of his head.

Shu Changyu's kiss was heavy and deep, as if to swallow Song Yan whole.

Song Yan's whole body was stiff. He didn't respond or move, like a sculpture, silently expressing his resistance.

At this time, Shu Changyu ended the deep kiss and panted softly in his ear: "Yanyan, I want you."

Song Yan finally reacted. He raised his eyelids and said, "Get lost!"

Shu Changyu's lips gradually moved down, and Song Yan spoke in a hoarse voice: "Shu Changyu, if you don't want me to hate you, don't touch me."

Shu Changyu stopped unwillingly, returned to his lips and sucked them hard twice, then hooked his tongue tip.

Song Yan glared at Shu Changyu hatefully, and bit him with her sharp teeth. A strong smell of blood instantly filled her mouth.

Shu Changyu frowned slightly, but did not back out.

On the contrary, he hugged Song Yan even tighter, with such force that it seemed as if he wanted to crush Song Yan into his body.

Blood began to slowly seep out of Shu Changyu's lips, staining both of their lips red.

Song Yan raised his hand to wipe the blood foam from the corner of his mouth and said angrily, "Mad man."

Shu Changyu smiled slightly, with the corners of his bloody mouth curled up, looking weird and evil.

"Yanyan, if you dare to leave me, I will really go crazy."

Song Yan smiled sarcastically: "You are so unscrupulous just because you take advantage of my soft heart."

His eyes revealed a complex emotion, including anger, pain, and a hint of sadness.

"Yanyan, don't look at me like that." Shu Changyu's heart seemed to be grabbed fiercely, and he raised his hands to cover Song Yan's eyes.

After a long silence, Song Yan said in a hoarse voice: "Shu Changyu, let's separate for a while and don't meet for the time being."

Shu Changyu said in a gloomy tone: "No, I won't agree."

Song Yan pulled his hand down and looked at him steadily: "If you don't agree, we will break up."

Shu Changyu gripped Song Yan's wrist more and more tightly, with a murderous look in his eyes.

"You can kill me or break my legs if you want. The worst that can happen is that I'll die again."

Hearing these words, Shu Changyu's heart seemed to be squeezed and he could hardly breathe. His clenched fingertips trembled slightly.

He took Song Yan's hand, put it to his lips and kissed it, then said, "Okay."

"Yanyan, I'll give you some time."

"Don't keep me waiting too long."

At dawn, the temple bell rang and Shu Changyu left the dormitory.

Song Yan hugged her knees and buried her face in her arms. She felt a deep sense of powerlessness, as if all her strength had been drained out of her body.

He needs time and space to sort out his feelings.

Next, Song Yan stayed in the temple for two days, and his life was peaceful and simple.

Every morning, he gets up with the monks and participates in the morning chanting.

In the afternoon, he would sit quietly in the hills behind the temple, watching the sunlight shine through the gaps in the bamboo leaves and cast patches of light on the ground.

Then close your eyes and let your mind immerse in this tranquility.

Occasionally he would discuss Buddhism with Master Mingjing. Although Song Yan was a dabbler, Master Mingjing always treated him with a calm attitude and patiently answered each of his questions.

"Buddhism is profound and cannot be understood overnight." Mingjing said with a smile, "But as long as your heart is sincere, you can gradually feel its true meaning."

At night, he often lit incense and candles in front of the Buddhist temple alone and prayed silently to the Buddha statue.

He hoped that the Buddha would bless his family's Song Zhengdu to pass the county examination smoothly, and that Song Wanzhou and Yaya would grow up healthily.

bless……

Shu Changyu.

When Shu Changyu's name was read, Song Yan still felt complicated.

These two days of meditation brought some relief to Song Yan’s soul.

Until this day, he heard from a pilgrim that the government had arrested a group of human traffickers.

"Great catch!" The other pilgrims applauded.

A pilgrim gnashed his teeth and said, "These damn human traffickers, my nephew from my mother's family was abducted by human traffickers during the Lantern Festival."

"My poor nephew, he has not been found yet. My brother and sister-in-law have gone crazy trying to find him."

Song Yan couldn't help but ask, "Aunts, did you mention the specific circumstances of the human traffickers you mentioned being arrested? For example, have the children they abducted been found?"

The pilgrims shook their heads, and one of them frowned and said, "I heard that the kidnapped person was not a child, but a girl."

"girl?"

"Yes, the girls reported missing these days are all in their early teens."

"According to the government, this group of traffickers is very cunning. They refused to tell us where the girls were sold to."

"Poor those girls, I wonder how they are doing now."

"What else can we do?" said a pilgrim. "They specifically kidnap teenage girls and sell them to those shabby places."

Everyone sighed.

Song Yan's heart sank slightly when she heard this.

"I won't say any more. I will burn some incense and pray to the Buddha. I hope that the Buddha will bless me and help me find my poor nephew as soon as possible."

Song Yan also thought that since the people from the Tianba Gang had been arrested, it was time for him to go down the mountain.

So he went to say goodbye to Master Mingjing.

At this time, Ming Jing was sitting in the courtyard, brewing tea and saying to Song Yan: "Everything in the world has its cause and effect. Remember, no matter when or where, you must listen to your heart's choice."

Song Yan stood up and bowed deeply to Master Mingjing: "Thank you for your guidance, Master. I understand a lot now."

Mingjing thought to himself: I hope you really understand, otherwise the roof of my temple would have been torn down.