They both wear the same soul

The Buddha hangs high above his head, with kind eyebrows and cold eyes, standing still, gazing at all living beings.

All living beings walk through the temple, the incense is lingering, and the monks weave a net for the people who don't know each other like threads.

Xu Wanqing looked down.

In the ears are vaguely words from outsiders.

The doctor can't see your problem of never waking up, so it's better to ask the gods outside.

When the day came out, she knelt down piously.

Not for waking up, but for not waking up.

If you don't wake up, you will always fall into a dream. In the dream, there are private schools, companions, Zhang Xu, and Shang Yi.

She asked for a talisman for Shang Yi.

Although after hundreds of years, this talisman could not be passed on to Shang Yi, but she still begged sincerely.

The monk asked, "What do you want?"

"what?"

"Since you are praying for others, there are always the most important things. There are countless sufferings. What does the benefactor want to solve?"

"Seek fate."

She answered crisply.

Ask for a piece of fate that Shang Yi can hook up with her.

She lives in the present, but Shang Yi is in the future, if not for this chance encounter, she would have nothing to do with Shang Yi.Now that they met, she was unwilling to do so, there was no ending, and it couldn't be stopped abruptly, she had to think about it.

Seeking fate, if there is fate and share, if, in the next life, she meets Shang Yi by some coincidence, she will be happy.

However, until now, she didn't know why she wanted to see Shang Yi so much.

Coming out of the temple, she got into the car, passing by the street, someone peddling "Jin Ping Mei" and "Empty to the Moon", the latter is the story she wrote, and Shang Yi read it.

"Look, these two books are the most popular at the moment. If you don't buy them, others will have to wait."

She opened the curtain and looked around, only looked at it with some complacency, then hurriedly closed the curtain.

She has a lot of experience in novels, having seen Zhang Xu's vulgar manuscripts, she knew early on where she should write.

And because "Jin Ping Mei" came before, she intentionally or unintentionally added some bed matters, and outsiders knew about it, and they also said that she was not a vulgar woman, and she was definitely not a person who used gaudy things to sensationalize the public.

She wrote something about the bed, the book was extremely obscure, Shang Yi read it, and suggested that if she could write more explicit, and write a few more, don't be shy, it will definitely sell better.

Shang Yi is really smart, everyone hides the matter on the bed and avoids mentioning it like a flood of beasts, but they can't avoid it. Everyone has this matter and needs it. To put on a show.

Three parts secretly happy and seven parts apprehensive, she went back to the house with the safety talisman she had asked for.

The maids were not there, but the mother-in-law I brought with me saw her smile, and some daughters were shy, so she teased her: "Although the members are older, they are very good to the young lady, and they coaxed our young lady into a smile. , I couldn’t stop laughing so much.”

She hastily restrained her expression: "What are you talking about? Don't talk about your husband behind your back."

The mother-in-law laughed and went out. She sat down in panic and hid the peace talisman on her body, as if she was asking for the power for herself.

It's night, and it's a gathering of literati.

The literati don't come here often, but they come more and more often. They stay here for half a month in a month.

Behind the curtain, she lit the lamp by herself and listened to the conversation outside.

With his head hanging down, he was tired and fell asleep, but he was actually careful.

The literati discussed nothing more than how to start writing, how to write about the alchemy of the current saint, how to crusade, how to avoid the government, and how to mention the prince.

Mostly it was a matter of grammar, although all of them were very eloquent, but there were no disturbances, so she was a little relieved.

Every time the literati come is different.Xu Wanqing paid attention to different voices.

Literati must have character and integrity, and if they fail in the imperial examination, they still want to be famous.

Xu Wanqing listened behind the curtain, silently lowering her head to write her own stuff. After a while, everyone seemed to be eating supper, laughing and laughing.

Suddenly a man came from behind the curtain.

She covered her face in panic, but the man gave her something: "Shh, my sister-in-law will keep it for you, and I'll come back to get it in ten days. Don't tell anyone about this."

This man looked young, with a slender figure, standing in front of her like a pole, his eyes were clear and he didn't look like an apprentice.

Look at his slender fingers, they look exceptionally flexible, and they pass things very quickly and lightly.

She was startled by the man who suddenly barged in, and she didn't recover for a while, but when she recovered, the man left early.

After Yuan Wai walked to the curtain, she directly let out what the man handed over. It was a small brocade box embroidered with dragon patterns.

When she took it out, she was startled too.

Who would dare to use something with a five-clawed golden dragon?

Yuan Wai suddenly grabbed her both hands and fastened the brocade box: "That guy is so bold..."

"What is this?"

The voice asked in vain, the brows of the member were frowned, and the voice was cold: "Don't tell others about this matter, I'm going to see the prince, these days, I'm ready to leave home at any time."

"Then this box."

"The lady will take care of it."

So the box was kept with her.

She expected that the less she knew about this matter, the better. If she knew what was hidden inside, she would not be able to hide it with her words and expressions.

But if he didn't know, if something happened, he would die unjustly.

The next day, when she went to the afterlife again, she woke up, hurriedly opened the notebook, and saw Shang Yi's message from the day before yesterday:

Zhang Xu, I’m in some trouble now. I’ve calculated the date. You have to work hard for the final exam. Tomorrow, your deskmate will ask you to do English papers together after school in the afternoon.

Shang Yi is in trouble.

Xu Wanqing couldn't bear to bother Shang Yi with her matter.

But the words were in my stomach, not to mention it was really difficult, so I left a message, explaining the process of getting the brocade box in detail.

At the end, he said:

There are seven pills in the brocade box, the whole body is jade-colored, and it smells tasteless.

Carrying the schoolbag to go to the private school, and when he was about to leave, he couldn't hold back, and added in the language paper:

If Shangmei has any troubles, would you like to talk to me?

Although I don't understand, I also want to share with you.

Another day later, I got a reply:

knew.mwah.

What does meme da mean?

In order to prove this, Xu Wanqing gently pulled the corner of the tablemate's clothes, and said to him from left to right: "What do you think of the Chinese class test the day before yesterday?"

The other party frowned, as if he didn't know how to answer.

She added: "Well, I find it difficult."

"...But you got full marks."

"Too."

Xu Wanqing secretly thought that she was confused.

"What do you want to say?" The tablemate was a bit resentful because she dragged her sleeves and couldn't do serious things.

So she had no choice but to humbly ask for advice: "What does it mean?"

"...Zhang Xu, don't play hooligans casually, let me tell you."

Xu Wanqing bowed her head silently, her heart was full of turmoil.

hooligan?

In order to prove it, she mustered up her courage, turned around and whispered softly to the back table: "Yeah."

"What!" The little girl at the back table pursed her lips and blew her a kiss.

After thinking about it for a while in class, Xu Wanqing finally understood that Memoda is an onomatopoeia, and it means a kiss, and adding "da" means a light tone.

What does Shang Yi mean by this?

Could it be that the folk customs of later generations are civilized, so why is it just etiquette?That being the case, she was not being rude.

"Zhang Xu, what's the matter with you today? How can you be mean to so many people, it's very...very unstable!"

Her tablemate reprimanded her, enlightened her, and Xu Wanqing sat back in her seat cautiously.

frivolous people.

She replied under Shang Yi:

frivolous!

The more I thought about it, the more I blushed.

It's all because of Shang Yi's frivolity, making himself a prodigal son, who would have thought that it was all Shang Yi's fault!

Disturbed by this word, she even forgot that she should get an answer from Shang Yi, how to deal with those seven pills, Shang Yi didn't answer her a word.

It seems that I have to hide first and adapt to the situation.