She walked over curiously and saw the names of Xiao Chengyi's parents written on the two lamps.
She was very surprised: "This is the ever-burning lantern of my parents-in-law. Who lit it for them?"
When Xiao Chengyi saw these two lanterns, he was also very surprised. He thought for a while and said: "The person who lit the lanterns for my parents must be his old friends."
Mu Yun'an asked: "Is it also Shen Huaiting?"
Xiao Chengyi said: "It's possible. My uncle said that he and my father have close contacts. I think they must be acquaintances."
Mu Yun'an was a little moved: "It has been many years since this lamp was lit, and he is not afraid at all."
After all, when Yuan Hao was alive, no one was allowed to mention Prince Chen, nor was he allowed to erect a monument in his honor, but in this remote temple in the mountains, someone lit an everlasting lantern for them.
This friendship is so precious.
Xiao Chengyi said: "Those who can make my mother-in-law fall in love must not be ordinary people."
Mu Yunan was looking forward to it. She really wanted to meet the man her mother liked.
She suppressed her thoughts and walked up to Xuandu and the others, and saw that each of them had lit a lamp.
Xuandu ordered it for his father, Jiahe ordered it for Han Qianyu, Ye Xiuchen ordered it for his biological mother, and Jiang Ru ordered it for her father.
Feng Changling and Hu Yanqiu ordered Hu Yanlie and Hu Yanzhu.
These are their deceased relatives.
Mu Yun'an thought for a while and said to Xiao Chengyi: "Brother Yi, let's order one for Shen Wanyue."
Xiao Chengyi raised his eyebrows. He was not happy at first, but when he saw Mu Yun'an's growing belly, he thought it would be good to do good deeds, so he agreed to her: "Okay."
So they took a lamp and wrote Shen Wanyue's name on it.
The young monk who put down the lamp and went to spread the message came back and said that Master Puzhi was waiting for them in the back mountain.
The young monk took the two of them to the back mountain and saw a wooden house here.
The door of the wooden house was closed, and the young monk said to the people inside: "Master, the two donors are here."
"Come in."
The man's clear and pleasant voice came from the wooden house.
Xiao Chengyi helped Mu Yun'an open the door of the wooden house, and saw a man in cassock writing something at his desk.
He was leaning against the window, and a ray of sunlight happened to shine on him, and his whole body seemed to be immersed in a layer of Buddha's light.
Mu Yun'an looked at him and suddenly felt particularly cordial. She knelt down and saluted: "Master Puzhi, I take the liberty of disturbing you."
Shen Huaiting was slightly startled when he heard her voice. He raised his head and saw the face that resembled Tong Niang.
He lost consciousness for a moment, and the pen in his hand fell on the table, staining the words he had just written.
He just looked at Mu Yun'an in a daze, as if he had traveled through time and returned to the time when he was young, when he and she first met.
Wearing a smoky pink rose skirt, she knelt down towards him and called him: "Mr. Shen."
It was March day, and she was standing under a tree full of peach blossoms, smiling at him, which stunned his heart with just one glance and would never be forgotten again.
"Master Pu Zhi?"
When Shen Huaiting heard the voice calling him, he woke up from the illusion instantly. His eyes fell on her bulging belly, and there was a hint of disappointment in his eyes, which soon disappeared.
He smiled slightly, looked at Mu Yun'an and said, "Are you Yan Yan?"
Mu Yun'an was shocked: "Master, do you know my name?"
Shen Huaiting said: "At the banquet of the president, talking and laughing, this is the poem I wrote to your mother."