Ouyang Rong lowered his eyes and looked.

[I am mute and blind, and the world is broken. How can I delay my beloved? How can I be a beautiful wife of gods? I am just a drag. This lottery is not working.]

Zhao Qingxiu smiled sadly and refused to accept the marriage lottery signed by Ouyang Rong.

Ouyang Rong asked seriously:

"Miss Xiu Niang, do you believe in Buddhism or not?"

【Do not believe】

"If you don't believe me, why did you go to the temple to pray to Buddha and ask for a fortune?"

Zhao Qingxiu hesitated for a moment, wiped the wet marks on the word "no" on the table with her palms, then went to the back and added two more words.

【Believe me more】

"Believe it a little bit, then why can't you believe a little bit more about the marriage of 'the right couple, the beautiful couple of gods and gods'?"

Ouyang Rong asked seriously.

Zhao Qingxiu was speechless.

Ouyang Rong pressed the red sign with his hand, leaned forward, blinked his eyes, and spoke slowly.

"It should be noted that if you are sincere, you will be spiritual. If you don't believe it at all, then it really doesn't work at all. If you believe a little, even if it doesn't work, you can still be a little spiritual. Do you understand?"

The magnetic and hoarse voice of the handsome young man and the words he spoke were like a magic sound wrapped around the ears of the girl who was blindfolded with azure ribbon.

Zhao Qingxiu's face couldn't help but froze for a moment.

She nodded vigorously and immediately stretched out her hand, eager to pick up the red sign of marriage.

But it came to nothing.

"Ah?" she said in confusion.

Ouyang Rong stuffed the marriage into his arms, stood up with a calm expression, and said seriously while clearing away the finished dishes:

"Don't wait until it's too late. I've grown up so young and haven't seen the King of Lottos yet. Please give it to me, Miss Xiu Niang. I would be disrespectful to refuse. We are giving gifts to each other and reciprocating the courtesy."

Zhao Qingxiu stood up with a "swish", hurriedly stretched out her hands to grope around, and grabbed the corner of his clothes, with a look of reluctance on her face: "Yeah, yeah, babbling..."

"Girl, don't worry, just write and write."

Zhao Qingxiu immediately lowered her head and almost dropped the vegetable bowl with her writing hand, but luckily Ouyang Rong caught it quickly with his quick eyes and hands.

[Will it not work?]

Zhao Qingxiu was a little nervous. She didn't even bother to ask about the words "give each other gifts and reciprocate politely" that came out of someone's mouth just now.

Ouyang Rong pressed the corners of his lips and said seriously:

"How could it be? The signing paper is just a formality. As the saying goes, sincerity leads to spiritual success. The most important thing is to have this heart... The embroiderer girl realized it by herself. The Buddha said, it cannot be said."

Zhao Qingxiu stood on the spot, her beautiful eyebrows above the blindfolded ribbon were furrowed, and her eyebrows were as dark as a distant mountain.

Ouyang Rong lowered his eyes and cleared the table for a while, then returned the dishes and chopsticks to the kitchen. When he came back, he saw Zhao Qingxiu still standing there with a sense of loss.

"Hey, it's so tiring to wash the dishes alone." He sighed loudly on purpose.

Zhao Qingxiu's motionless body trembled, and she immediately groped forward to the kitchen.

"The embroidery lady is still considerate. Let's wash together."

Ouyang Rong praised him and stepped forward to help.

Zhao Qingxiu wanted to shirk, but Ouyang Rong insisted on helping with the washing.

Anyway, he has already made an exception for "a gentleman working in the kitchen", and there is no shortage of washing dishes.

Zhao Qingxiu had no choice but to give up and give up half of the kitchen.

The two of them tidied up and walked into the kitchen carrying dishes and chopsticks.

Before entering the door, Zhao Qingxiu heard the handsome young man wearing a white jade hairpin in front of him suddenly turned around and said:

"By the way, who said that with all the odds in the world, there is no way to have a good marriage with gods and immortals?

"God is fair to everyone. Who knows who will lead the embroidered girl to meet his beloved in the future? That beloved will persevere and take you to seek medical treatment, and you will find a miracle doctor and cure the mute, blind, and blind disease?"

He had a joking tone, and when Zhao Qingxiu heard it, she shook her head slightly.

When she came to the sink, she dipped her fingers in water, faced Ouyang Rong who was lowering his head and rolled up his sleeves, and wrote on the chopping board.

[I have sought help from a miracle doctor, but it is of no use. Thank you for your concern, sir]

Ouyang Rong saw that after Zhao Qingxiu finished writing these words, her face seemed a little darker.

Zhao Qingxiu walked silently to the sink and washed the dishes with her head down.

Ouyang Rong narrowed his eyes and asked calmly:

"Miracle doctor, where is the miracle doctor? Who brought the embroidery girl to find it?"

[The family members should have hired a miracle doctor, and they all praised him for being a miracle doctor]

Ouyang Rong was quiet for a moment, smiled slightly, rolled up his sleeves, came to the sink, side by side with her, washed the dishes with his eyes lowered, and said in a free and easy tone:

"That kind of country doctor is easily touted by ignorant people as some kind of sage in the apricot forest or a peerless miracle doctor. He is just using a false reputation..."

He gently touched her thin shoulder with his elbow, comforting and encouraging her.

"Your family members often leave you in the Beitian Almshouse. They don't care about you at first glance. They may not be looking for you carefully. There is always someone who is patient enough to search. This world is so big that there are all kinds of wonders. Don't miss it, Miss Xiu Niang.

Hope, empty and sad..."

Zhao Qingxiu's shoulders paused for a moment before continuing to wash the dishes.

"ah."

A soft sound came from her mouth.

I don’t know whether it means “nodding”, “shaking head”, or... carefree.

The door was left open, and the midday wind blew into the kitchen one after another, dissipating the sultry heat from the embers of the stove.

It was still very cool at noon in early spring.

In front of the sink, the two of them stood side by side, each washing his own thing.

There was silence for a while.

There is only the clear jade sound of the ice-white jade hairpin pendant in someone's hair crown as the wind at noon strives to push it.

"Hey, have your family found any good matches for you?"

Ouyang Rong suddenly asked.

After asking, he waited for a while. There was no movement nearby, and the original sound of washing dishes also stopped.

When he turned around, he saw that the embroiderer was turning her head and "watching" him with her little face raised.

Ouyang Rong said calmly:

"That means it's gone now, otherwise you wouldn't care so much about the marriage sign.

"By the way, do you still remember the old man named Sun in the crane cloak and fur coat we met the first two times? He was there both times. When you left, he also left. Could it be that he is very familiar with you and is considered part of your family?

"

[Not counted, but recognized]

"No wonder."

Ouyang Rong lowered his head, stared at the dishes in the sink, and whispered:

"This time I went on a tour with Honshu. I passed by Longcheng and went to Donglin Temple to worship Buddha. During this time, I went to visit Master Ignorance. Well, he is the crazy monk named Xiuzhen, you know him too.

"He ate the box of pastries from Taoshouzhai... Later, when I was visiting the underground palace, I suddenly remembered something.

"I don't know if Xiu Niang has forgotten that the night we first met, I just woke up from a serious illness. You, me, I don't know the master, and Old Monster Sun were trapped in the underground palace.

"I wasn't familiar with you at that time. Old Monster Sun asked me...if I wanted a wife, and he pointed at you, haha. At that time, you were squatting on the side stupidly. I still remember you in a daze at that time.

His expression, and... those eyes."

Ouyang Rong said softly:

"Sorry, I mentioned something that made you sad, but I don't mean anything else. What I want to say is that I actually thought you were pretty good-looking at the time, and you were kind enough to give me some water later..."

Hearing this, Zhao Qingxiu's body froze and became a little tense.

But after waiting for a while, she didn't hear the voice of the young man beside her continuing to speak, and she didn't know if he was looking at her, making her hesitant to continue talking.

Just as Zhao Qingxiu was concentrating on washing the dishes, her ears were gradually turning red.

His voice finally sounded from beside the sink.

"Haha, when I visited the underground palace again this time, I suddenly remembered this and felt a little emotional.

"I really like the saying "Dependent Origination and Emptiness". Destiny is the most important thing. The normal state of life is that 'people's faces don't know where to go, but the peach blossoms still smile in the spring breeze'. The happy event in life is to return to the old place and the old person is still there.

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To be continued...