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The next morning, when Qingge woke up, Jane Xia was no longer by her side.

Qing Ge's heart clenched. This feeling was very strange. It was the fear of the unknown. She was no longer alone. She had a husband and a very good grandma.

To her, all of this was a gift from the heavens. However, she felt that she was too lucky. She started to panic, afraid that her luck would one day disappear, afraid that the heavens would take back the love she possessed.

When she thought about the miserable fate of her past life and compared it to her present happiness, Qingge felt that all of this could be nothing but a dream. She thought about what she heard from Jane Xia yesterday, but when she woke up in the morning, Jane Xia had already left. Did he really not care?

Clear Song sat there in a daze, nails digging into her flesh, trying to give herself strength by doing so. Suddenly, a WeChat voice came from the phone. Qing Ge took the phone from the bedside table and opened it. It was a message from Jane Xia.

The content of the WeChat was very simple, but those who read it shed tears: It's very cold outside today. When I come back, I'll get up. I went out to do some business and bought you the Soup Dumplings from the restaurant you love the most.

Qingge stared at the WeChat for a long time until 20 minutes later, her phone automatically went black. The bedroom door opened and Jane Xia walked in. He waited for the cold air to dissipate before he walked closer to Qing Ge.

It was obvious that Qingge had cried. Jian Xia didn't ask Qingge why she was crying, and instead lightly called out, "Idiot." As he said that, he put Qingge's head in his arms. Jian Xia's large hands caressed Qingge's hair, again and again, as if she was taking care of her own child.

Qingge sniffed and rubbed her face against Jane Xia's chest. With the tone of a spoiled child, he said, "I'm hungry. I want to eat breakfast."

Jane Xia looked at the puddle of water on her coat and pretended to despise it. "Dirty little cat." As he said this, he took the bag from the table, opened the thermos, took out a Soup Dumplings, and placed it in a small plastic plate. He poked a small hole in it with a straw and handed it to Qingge, "Eat slowly. It's very hot."

Clear Song took a sip of the soup. It was very thick and very fresh. She slowly swallowed it down and felt her stomach heat up.

After breakfast, Jane Xia went to the cloakroom to get Qingge some clothes.

Jian Xia had also changed into a new set of clothes. He wore a black jumpsuit and a pair of white shoes that showed off his long legs. Jane Xia rarely wore anything that casual, it was usually a restrained military uniform or suit. Occasionally, when she wore it, she would find it super good-looking, just like her sunny, handsome brother who was still in college.

Jane Xia had given Qingge a pair of jeans and a jacket. The two of them stood together like childhood sweethearts from university, looking extremely pleasing to the eyes.

Jane Xia bent down to help Qing Ge tie up the shoelaces of his white shoes, put on the hat on his clothes, held her small hand in his hand, and then led him out the door.

As soon as he left the house, there was a gust of cold air. The temperature in September had already dropped to a dozen degrees.

"Where are we going? Don't you need to be busy today?"

"The military sector has Wu Yu, I'll bring you to a place."

"Where to?"

"You'll know when we get there."

Holding hands, the two strolled along a small path in the imperial city. On both sides of the road, there were welcoming almonds planted. The golden scene was extremely beautiful. Soft leaves covered the entire road, extending all the way to the end.

The two of them had outstanding looks. Although Jane Xia protected Qing Ge well in her arms and had a small face which no one could recognize even if she wore a hat, this world still had a charisma called the back killer.

There were already several pedestrians taking out their phones to take pictures. Some passersby even posted on Weibo: When they met a roadside killer, a couple with heaven-defying looks, the man always had the woman in his arms, and with the apricot leaves on both sides, it was simply too beautiful. This photo was shared with everyone as a screen saver.

As a result, today's Weibo headlines were not about any celebrities, but rather: occasional road killers. Millions of comments in just a few minutes.

Little Fairy: Oh my god, are even people of such high beauty nowadays? I might be a fake human.

Social Pig: Wow, that guy is so handsome. I'm begging all the famous directors to recruit him into the entertainment industry.

Husband: That woman is actually my wife. Thank you.

Fatty: Am I the only one who thinks that woman looks like my goddess Qingge?

Little Miss Chingge: You're not alone in the front row, I think so too.

I'm not her fan, but if it were her, I'd probably have to change from here on out. Her back was truly beautiful.

He laughed like a fatty who weighed two hundred kilograms: [The main point is who the handsome guy next to my goddess is, is it going to be public?] Join hands to walk the road, this bowl of dog food I eat wholeheartedly.

Elder Sister King: I reject the fact that my goddess has a secret boyfriend. My goddess is mine.

Just like that, Weibo exploded and Qingge appeared on the headlines without any warning.

Qingge and Jane Xia arrived at a very old temple, this was the most popular temple in the imperial city.

As soon as he entered, a young master said to Jian Xia, "Teacher said that an important guest has come to visit today. I assume it's you. He's in a small temple on the mountain behind us, you should go and find him."

Qingge blinked twice, "Why would we come to the temple?"

"Actually, I didn't believe in Buddhism before, but from today onwards, I decided to believe in it."

"You still have to ask for Buddha services, you have already shocked the world in the capital."

"Praying Buddha, I told you never to leave me."

Qing Ge leaned against Jian Xia's chest as she listened to his powerful heartbeat. Her eyes began to ache as she choked with emotions. "I promise you, as long as I'm alive, I won't leave you."

"Clear Song." "I don't know how far it will always be, but what I want is not for you to stay alive and not leave me, but for as long as I have reincarnation, I will come across you and capture you."

"Come here."

"I can climb up there. I'm not that weak."

"I know you can, but I will feel sorry for you."

Qingge put her head on Jian Xia's shoulder, smelled his scent, and closed her eyes.

If there really is reincarnation, I will definitely tell Grandma Meng, let me wait for him on the Road to River Styx, drink the same bowl of Grandma Meng's Elixir with me, forget everyone, but still remember him.

If there really is a Buddha, I will definitely tell him that I love him the most in this life.

If there really is a Yue Lao, I will definitely tell him, change our Red String of Fate into the strongest metal chain.

When they reached the top of the mountain, there was a very pleasant fragrance of sandalwood wafting out from the small temple.

Jane Xia and Qing Ge pushed the door open and walked in. An old master sat meditating. He looked to be in his forties or fifties, but he was actually 63 years old.

"You're here?" "Sit down and try my morning tea."

"Aren't you going to ask me why I'm here?"

"The person who came had his own purpose."

"I'm here for my wife."

"Is the tea good?"

"The taste is strange."

"That cup was the hardest, but I put a lot of sugar in it."

"Bitter tea is good, it's not like tea when you put sugar in it."

You may be wealthy, but you also have a calamity. You have a rough life, just like a cup of bitter tea, you can taste the sweetness once you can bear it. Your wife is like the sugar in the tea, as if to cover up the bitter taste, but it also changed the taste of the tea. "A moment of carelessness will change your life."

"I know, but she's my favorite for the rest of my life."

"In that case, will you give her your original fortune so that she won't have to live any longer?"

"If I hadn't wanted to, I wouldn't have come today."

"Follow me."

Qingge and Jane Xia walked to the backyard of the temple. On the table, there were two cups of water and two pieces of fortune paper.

The old master put the two pieces of lucky paper into the water, and in an instant, the two pieces of lucky paper actually melted, and the water returned to its pure and transparent state.

"This is a life and death contract. You and your wife will be united as one from now on, sharing life and death with each other and reincarnating together."

Jane Xia picked up the water on the table and gulped it down in one gulp.

"Wait, this lady and I will come over here for a moment."

Qingge followed the old master to the inner room. "What do you want to ask me?"

"You just said that his original fortune would be shared with me. Will he have any influence? "Will you …"

"It will have an effect. Originally, he only had one major calamity because he was blessed to have suppressed it. But now, he will definitely suffer even more calamities when he gives you those benefits."

"Will he die?"

"Child, you are an oddity, but you are connected to Buddha, otherwise, even if you had that life, you wouldn't have been able to live it again. He wouldn't have died, but he was already one with you. Although he had suffered many disasters, half of them were still yours. As long as you were willing to bear them for him, there would be no problem.

Qingge walked out of the room and drank the cup of water. She hugged Jane Xia, who patted her on the back, "Hm? What's wrong? What did Master tell you? "

"Nothing, he said if you treat me badly, Buddha will punish you."

"Buddha won't have a chance to punish me."

Qingge looked at Jane Xia with her reflection in his eyes. She knew that she would never be able to leave this man again for the rest of her life.

The old master accompanied them down the mountain. As the wind blew his robe, he turned the buddhist beads in his hands and gave a long sigh. For the sake of connection, husband and wife, fortune and misfortune always depend on each other. "

A light drizzle fell from the sky, and the wind ruffled the pages of the book on the table. Buddha said that five hundred times in his previous life he had looked back in exchange for a passing glance with you in this life.