Mo Jingyu didn't answer Chu Qingwan's question. His mind was filled with the moment when she looked back at her, leaving no room for any reaction.
When he finally came to his senses, Chu Qingwan's figure had become the size of a palm in the distance. He squinted his eyes slightly and chuckled: "He ran pretty fast."
Lin Yu asked for instructions: "Master, do you want to go up the mountain?"
Mo Jingyu didn't answer and asked: "Why don't you go?"
He and Chu Qingwan made an appointment to meet at the temple.
Lin Yu understood and called out a secret guard. Together they took Mo Jingyu up the mountain and arrived one behind the other with Chu Qingwan.
There were many more people on the mountain than at the foot of the mountain. They were crowded with each other. Mo Jingyu pulled Chu Qingwan to his side, held her wrist tightly, and said euphemistically: "Don't get lost."
Chu Qingwan lowered her eyes and looked at his strong big hand, her fingertips curled up without breaking free, and she muttered: "If I had known it was so crowded on the mountain, we should have gone to the river."
Mo Jingyu controlled the wheelchair with one hand and followed the flow of people forward. He said energetically: "Don't worry, I will take you down the mountain later."
These words sounded a little awkward, as if she was a child and he had to take care of everything she did, but Chu Qingwan didn't dislike her, and even liked her a little bit.
Yuelao Temple was overcrowded, but fortunately there were people maintaining order.
Standing in rows, there are people selling incense and candles for men and women to worship the moon. Some people have set up simple levels. After worshiping, you can get red ropes by playing around.
Chu Qingwan and Mo Jingyu walked around for nearly an hour before entering the hall dedicated to Yue Lao.
Lin Yu took the initiative to add money for sesame oil, and the young monk in front of the Yue Lao statue lit incense, and each of them gave them three sticks.
Neither Chu Qingwan nor Mo Jingyu believed in gods and Buddhas, so they held the incense without moving for a while. After a while, Mo Jingyu raised the incense, and Chu Qingwan also knelt on the futon.
They were sitting and kneeling, thinking completely different things in their hearts, but they were exactly the same sincere.
The young novice stepped forward to take the incense and put it into the incense burner. He smiled kindly and said, "You two worship Yue Lao together. Yue Lao will definitely protect you and your husband, and they will be united forever."
Chu Qingwan wanted to say that they were not a couple, but she felt the glare from beside her. She turned her head, and Mo Jingyu smiled at her, and then turned away, as if she had just imagined it.
After paying homage to Yue Lao, I came to the red rope.
Several elderly grandmothers were holding half pieces of wood with seven needles of different lengths standing on them. As long as they passed the red threads on the edge of the wood in sequence, they could get the red rope prayed by Yue Lao.
After the grandma introduced the rules, she muttered something: "'Linglu chariot, leisurely hanging, drinking and playing chess under the laurel tree. Human affairs, lovers' knots, joys and sorrows, the red thread is pinched in the hand.'"
"'Luan and phoenix match, mandarin ducks sing, the road is not clear but there is sunshine. Transform the meaning of the dish, break the mirror into a circle, fish and firewood in the river, smile and see all kinds of things...'"
Chu Qingwan listened to her chanting and threaded the red thread very steadily.
Grandma gave her a red string and praised her: "The girl has such skillful hands. If this red string is tied to her lover's hand, she will be happy in the future."
Lover?
Chu Qingwan didn't have this kind of thing.
She twisted the red rope, and just as she was about to put it into her sleeve pocket, a piece of wrist appeared in front of her eyes.
Chu Qingwan looked at the owner of the wrist with a puzzled expression.
Mo Jingyu said innocently: "We came here together, isn't this red rope given to me?"
He asked so naturally that Chu Qingwan felt that if he didn't give it to him, it would be a heinous crime.
Before she could figure out where this ridiculous idea came from, Mo Jingyu said shamelessly: "Tie it up."
Chu Qingwan subconsciously tied the red rope around his wrist.
Halfway through tying it, she suddenly realized: "Wait a minute, this red rope..."
"Thank you Wanwan, I like it very much."
Mo Jingyu interrupted her and withdrew his hand without giving her a chance to continue.
Chu Qingwan blinked a few times for no apparent reason, and suddenly felt her wrist tighten. She looked along and saw that it was Mo Jingyu tying the red rope he had obtained for her.