"How do you know my birthday today?"

Walking in the bustling Tangfang, Gao Wen asked in surprise, still holding the delicate rose in her hand.

"I watched Weibo."

Chen Liangyan is concise and concise.

Gao Wen just came across.

As a popular actress, on her birthday, many fans naturally blessed her on the Internet. As long as you read Weibo, you should know that she passed her life today.

"So, you took time out of your busy schedule to celebrate my birthday with me?"

Chen Liang nodded, "You can say so."

Gao Wen smiled.

She naturally understood that this statement was definitely not true, but true or false was not that important.

"I'm really touched, but for my birthday, you gave me a flower as a gift. Is this too perfunctory?"

With Chen Liang's worth and her identity, a flower is indeed too shabby.

"Gifts are less affectionate, and the value of gifts is not the price, but the heart."

Chen Liang explained it for himself solemnly, without feeling embarrassed.

"Then tell me, what does a rose mean?"

Gao Wen raised the rose in her hand.

Chen Liang was speechless at once.

Gao Wen stared at him with a smile for a while, and did not entangle him anymore, and smiled at the question.

Normal people should know what the rose represents, but obviously, both of them seem to be joking and not serious.

Like the tourists around, the two walked around Tangfang, talking, laughing, and enjoying themselves.

"Candied haws, delicious candied haws, ten dollars a bunch!"

There was a shout.

Gao Wen looked at her, her eyes lit up, "Eat candied haws?"

Chen Liang immediately shook his head.

Candied haws.

People of this age should have eaten it, but that was already a child.

Now a big man is walking down the street with a bunch of candied haws, what is it?

"What's the matter? Afraid of insulting your identity? No one here knows you. It's hard to find a candied haws seller now. I'll treat you."

Gao Wen couldn't help but said, ran over and ran two bunches of candied haws, and then stuffed them into Chen Liang's hands.

"give."

Looking at the bright and full candied haws, Chen Liang couldn't laugh or cry.

Gao Wen ignored him and pulled up the mask carefully. Seeing that no one was paying attention to him, she took a bite with a bunch of candied haws.

"It's delicious when I was young."

She looked a bit regretful.

Chen Liang smiled and said, "It’s not that it’s not as delicious as before, but it’s just because your'taste' has changed. When I was young, I found it particularly delicious because I couldn’t eat it and couldn’t afford it. Now, it’s easy to have. Things, naturally I don’t want that much."

"It sounds like a bit of philosophy..."

Chen Liang smiled without saying anything, and no longer cared about his image, took a bite of the candied haws.

The sweet and sour taste impacts the taste buds.

The taste is still the same.

It just doesn't feel the same way anymore.

Even if there are passers-by, it doesn't feel strange.

Indeed, as Gao Wen said, no one can guess the identity of Chen Liang. In the eyes of passers-by, he is just a young man in his early twenties.

When he was living, Chen Liang gave a flower as a gift as a birthday star. Gao Wen was also very stingy. Asking someone to eat a bunch of candied haws seemed to solve the problem of the five internal organs.

It seems to have complied with the old saying: People are divided into groups according to similarities. In terms of stinginess, the two are equal to each other.

"Go, go in and take a look."

Unconsciously, the two came to Niangniang Temple.

Gao Wen walked in happily, but Chen Liang could only follow.

The people of Long Kingdom do not believe in religion, but there are many temples. This Niangniang Temple is not big in size, but it is very popular. Almost anyone passing by will come in and have a look.

A main hall enshrines a lifelike statue of the empress carved from ginkgo wood.

Two monks stood inside, with kind eyebrows and kind eyes, hands clasped together, tirelessly expressing blessings to every visitor who offered incense.

Gao Wen had planned to go to Zhuxiang, but seeing a long line at the door, she could only sigh and put out her thoughts.

Immediately, a century-old pine attracted Gao Wen's attention.

"Look, fortune teller."

Chen Liang followed and found a monk sitting in front of Matsushita. There was a long table in front of him. There was a lottery on the table. There was a shelf beside it. A white cloth was hung on the shelf. Two words.

"That's all lie."

Chen Liang said in a low voice, he had always disapproved of such things as divination.

"Let's see, there is nothing to lose anyway."

Gao Wen said like a baby.

I'm afraid no man can resist her soft begging.

Chen Liang could only walk with her.

"Master, what are you doing?"

Gao Wen gave considerable respect.

The monk who seemed to close his eyes slowly opened his eyes, glanced at Gao Wen, then at Chen Liang, his expression was indifferent, with an unpredictable look, and said leisurely: "Future destiny, good fortune and misfortune, marriage, world Everything is in the hexagram."

It sounds like very powerful.

Gao Wen showed strong interest in her eyes.

Chen Liang stood beside him without saying a word.

"This donor, what do you want to be?"

The monk asked.

"Then master, help me count the marriage."

Gao Wen said without anyone else.

The monk nodded, glanced at the rose held by Gao Wen's hand, then glanced at Chen Liang next to him, and then picked up the swatch, "Donor, please shake the lot."

It should be the first time to try a similar thing. Gao Wen just felt curious and fun. He picked up the picket in one hand and started shaking it according to the monk's instructions.

After a while, a wooden stick popped out of the tube.

Even if he didn't believe in these things, Chen Liang subconsciously had a hint of curiosity when he saw that monk reached out and picked up the lottery.

"Master, what do you say about this sign?"

Gao Wen asked quickly, until now, she still wears a mask on her face, but this is just fortune-telling and has nothing to do with what she looks like.

The monk held a wooden sign and looked at it for a while, and looked unwavering in Gujing, without any clues.

It is quite appetizing.

"Grandmaster?"

It was not until Gao Wen asked again that he put down the lottery, and slowly took out a piece of rice paper, then took a brush from the pen holder and dipped it in ink to write.

After a while, he raised his head again: "The meaning of this sign is all in these 46 words."

Chen Liang and Gao Wen both lowered their heads and looked at the rice paper.

Joy Joy groped secretly.

Water Moon Mirror Flower Castle in the Sky.

Flushing rocks and reclaiming the sea and throwing beads.

Turning a blind eye is a delay.

Meet or not, meet or not?

The moon sinks in the bottom of the sea in a dream.

...

Looking at each other, the two of them were puzzled.

"Master, what does this sign mean?"

Gao Wen questioned.

The monk sighed.

"This is the Empress of the Three Saints reminding the female benefactor that she must take care of the people in front of her."