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A most tender place in my heart has been filled.

Lin Mo always manages to find her weaknesses.

[Mo]: You haven't found the tree yet, have you? Just follow my directions.

[Useless Ya Jie]: How...how do I get there?

"Dingle bell bell~"

Suddenly, Lin Mo called.

connected.

The girl took a deep breath, held the receiver close to her ear, and clenched her small hands.

"Hey..."

"Stand at attention, where you are." Lin Mo's unwavering voice came through the receiver.

"Ah! Attention... Yes, Ya-Jie is at attention! Ah no... I'm at attention!"

Chen Yajie stood ramrod straight, her delicate body taut with tension.

"To the left."

"Left, turn left..."

"Keep walking, don't stop, and only stop when I tell you to."

"Yes, Ya-jie keeps going..."

After walking for about two minutes, Chen Yajie felt like she was walking in a daze, and she kept feeling that Lin Mo was watching her, but where was he?

"Don't be distracted."

"Oh, okay... Lin Mo, what did you mean by that before...? What did you mean by hugging me...?"

"Literally, I want to pick him up and nibble on him."

"what?"

"Food grade".

"Lin Mo...I, I wore orange-scented lip balm..."

"I can smell it, and that's where I most want to gnaw on."

"!"

The girl was speechless. She unconsciously swallowed, moistening her throat, which had become parched from the intense heat of her shyness.

"Stop, look to your right. There's an old fortune teller there. Ask him if you can draw a lot."

"oh oh..."

Chen Yajie stopped, turned around stiffly, and there really was a monk with a small stall, his gourd filled with sticks...

But why is this old monk holding a pack of cigarettes...? I think Lin Mo called it Hua Zi? Ah... are monks allowed to smoke? And... are monks fortune tellers?

It doesn't matter... Just trust Lin Mo unconditionally.

"Grandpa Monk... um, may I draw a fortune stick?"

"Please, young benefactor," the old monk said, placing out a fortune stick.

"Hey? Old man, aren't you charging me?" a vendor selling red ropes at a nearby stall called out.

"Go away, go away. My connection with this young benefactor is a matter of fate, what does it have to do with you?"

"Huh? Is this fate..." Chen Yajie was at a loss. Lin Mo remained silent on the phone; this monk grandpa was acting strangely. "I'll just give him the money..."

"No, no, even fireworks can be considered a kind of fate."

As the fortune teller was speaking, he took out his lighter, about to light the cigarette that the young man had given him, but upon seeing the girl, he put the "fireworks" back.

"Can I just take the skewers directly?"

"Please."

Chen Yajie rubbed her hands together and took three deep breaths. She actually valued matters of fate quite a bit...

Drawing lots...

"Oh my, the best possible fortune!"

The fortune teller was dumbfounded, prostrating himself on the ground, utterly speechless. He had received the full emotional response.

"Oh? Is it a good sign?"

"A very auspicious marriage fortune."

"A very auspicious fortune... or is it a predestined marriage...?"

"Turn around."

At this moment, Lin Mo, who had been silent on the phone for a long time, spoke again.

Chen Yajie listened, then turned around...

"Take down the thing hanging on the lowest branch of the tree directly opposite you."

"..."

The call ended.

Chen Yajie looked up at the branches of the fringe tree.

All the other trees were very tall, but this one was short, with thin, short branches that were almost within reach...

Because it's so short, perhaps making it easy to hang a red string on it, which would make love seem within reach, almost no strings are tied to this marriage tree.

But it was something a small girl like her could reach, something she could obtain.

A purse, hanging from a tree branch, swayed in the wind along with her carefully styled hair, bearing the inscription:

"A happy marriage for a hundred years."

Chapter 82 Li Qingran, let's go! (Please subscribe, I'm dying!)

"How much is the rope?"

"Ten dollars for those with bells, five dollars for those without bells."

"One yuan," the aloof young woman bargained.

"My small business..."

"A dollar."

"..."

The stall owner thought the girl was too beautiful, and more and more people were gathering around to take pictures and marvel, blocking his way from doing business.

So be it...

"Never mind, one yuan it is..."

"Then I'll give you two, the ones with bells." A glint of intelligence flashed in Li Qingran's cool eyes.

The girl opened her delicate, white hands, revealing two coins hidden in her palms.

The shopkeeper was stunned. At first glance, it didn't seem like a problem... the ones with bells cost twice as much as the ones without...

A moment later, Li Qingran, clutching a jingling red rope, left the stall, taking with her the oppressive, sultry gaze that seemed out of place in autumn.

Not long ago, she saw this shop owner chase away an old woman who was also selling red ropes and take over the old woman's stall.

She thought the boss was bad, so she slightly hindered his business.

Bad guys should be punished.

Except for Lin Mo,

Lin Mo can only be mean to her; she can punish Lin Mo.

No one else can.

Li Qingran didn't go far. Perhaps because she was dressed too brightly today, she caused a certain degree of crowding wherever she went.

Although it wasn't completely blocked, it still made it difficult for her to walk.

Many people came over with their phones, asking if she was an internet celebrity and if they could take pictures.

She didn't know what "internet celebrity" meant, and she didn't want to appear on her phone screen with anyone other than Lin Mo.

She remained aloof, just like she was at school, keeping the surrounding noise at a distance.

This tactic doesn't seem to work very well here; many of the couples who come here are inseparable... They're very energetic and enthusiastic, asking her how old she is, where she goes to school, and expressing their desire to have a daughter like her someday...

Li Qingran didn't understand. If their child was like her, then one day when she turned eighteen...

For example, jumping off the roof of the school building on Monday of the first week of school.

That girl wouldn't be as happy as her, wouldn't have Lin Mo's presence, wouldn't have Lin Mo holding her and telling her that if she didn't want to live in reality, she could live in the fairy tale he created.

She still felt that was the happiest time, when she could snuggle in his arms without restraint, even happier than Shin-chan.

It seems she doesn't have to worry about anything; the only thing she needs to worry about is whether Lin Mo will always be with her, and whether they can be together forever...

The last thing I do before falling asleep is hear his goodnight, and the first thing I do when I wake up is call out his good morning.

The sun rises and sets,

In this way, Lin Mo seemed to have formed her entire world.

Others won't be so lucky.

"I think it won't work."

Li Qingran spoke to the couple, expressing her wish that their child wouldn't end up like her; she couldn't find another Lin Mo to help them.

And she wouldn't give Lin Mo to them either.

"He'll die."

However, the man and woman didn't understand her good intentions. Their smiles suddenly froze, and they left grumbling, saying that the girl was too materialistic and never said anything nice.

That's too realistic...

Li Qingran knew this, and she wanted to be more realistic.

Because if Lin Mo were the only one living in reality, it would be exhausting.

She had seen Lin Mo when he was exhausted, and all she felt was a deep, agonizing pain in her heart.

How painful...

It's probably more painful than jumping off a rooftop and breaking into pieces.

If she could, she would want to take all of Lin Mo's exhaustion upon herself.

Becoming an adult is not just about relying on his shoulder, but about becoming his shoulder, just as he entered her world, and then entering his reality.

Lin Mo had once told her that the world wasn't so dull and boring, and she tried to understand and integrate into it.

But once reality set in, she discovered that his world seemed to have more than just her. Every time she saw through his lies, she felt a sticky, sour feeling in her heart.

When you think about it carefully, your sticky heart will turn into a bloody mess.

"Cannot find..."

She didn't know which tree to choose. If each one was connected to her destiny with Lin Mo, then she didn't want to give up any of them.

But there was only one rope, only one bell, and she was all alone.

If we rely on Lin Mo, things will become very simple; he can solve all the problems.

But others also need Lin Mo, and she was determined not to become a burden to him anymore, not to make him even more exhausted.

"Well..."

Li Qingran found an empty chair and sat down.

She wasn't resting; she was waiting.

Because she knew that Lin Mo would appear whenever she felt helpless, so she could just sit down and wait for him obediently.