Wife and daughter died, the scumbag is celebrating the birthday of Bai Yueguang's child

Chapter 350: It's Like a Dream

Time seemed to freeze at this moment. Lin Zhiyi stared blankly at the ring in her hand, her mind going blank.

The men's ring has always been worn on Gong Chen's hand. Without his permission, Sang Ran would never take off the ring.

So this is not only Sang Ran’s warning, but also Gong Chen’s intention.

He still chose someone else.

This is not surprising at all.

Lin Zhiyi was freed.

But her breathing was intermittent, as if countless barbs were piercing her heart, making her suffocate with pain.

Seeing this, Sang Li took the card with a heavy face and said, "I'll go and find out."

"No need." Lin Zhiyi took the card back, stuffed it back into the envelope along with the ring, and put it in the drawer of the entrance hall. "She is right."

"Knowledge..."

"Let's go. I'm hungry." Lin Zhiyi said rationally.

"it is good."

……

Sang Ran and Gong Chen's wedding went on as usual.

Rather than calling it a wedding of two families, it was more of a carnival for the entire city and the entire internet.

The night before the wedding, the two chartered hotels were filled with various celebrities from the circle.

The paparazzi never sleep, either taking pictures of this star or that celebrity. Even without going to the scene, the internet is already bustling with activity.

Lin Zhiyi simply turned off the phone and took a magazine from the bookshelf to hypnotize herself.

After turning two pages, she became dazed and didn't know what she was thinking.

Ding dong.

The doorbell rang three times before she came to her senses and opened the door.

Sister Zhou found two crutches from somewhere and handed one to Lin Zhiyi.

"are you free tomorrow?"

"What's wrong?" Lin Zhiyi picked up the crutch for no apparent reason.

"Tomorrow I will go hiking to watch the sunrise."

"what?"

Lin Zhiyi looked at Sister Zhou in surprise, trying to see a hint of joking on her face.

I didn't expect her expression to be so serious.

Sister Zhou put her hands on her crutches and said, "Go ahead. The city is busy enough anyway, and they don't need the two of us."

In an instant, Lin Zhiyi understood what Sister Zhou meant.

"it is good."

At two o'clock in the morning of the next day, when the city had not yet woken up, Lin Zhiyi and Sister Zhou took a car to Zhushan outside the city.

From the bottom of the mountain to the top, it is lush and green, and it is pitch black, making people look particularly small.

The two people walked and stopped, and it took them nearly three hours to reach the top of the mountain.

When sitting down, Lin Zhiyi felt like her legs were not her own.

Sister Zhou was bent over, holding on to a crutch, and looked particularly funny.

Lin Zhiyi helped her sit down, then took out the bread she had bought in advance from her bag and handed it to her.

Seeing that her hands were not convenient, Sister Zhou broke off half a piece of bread for her: "How is it? Is it satisfying?"

Lin Zhiyi pulled up his jacket and nodded with a smile: "It's great."

The two men began to eat the bread, and after a while someone called out.

"sunrise."

Lin Zhiyi looked up into the distance. The originally foggy sky showed a hint of gold, and then everything gradually became clear.

She tilted her head back, took a deep breath, and felt relaxed all over.

"Sister Zhou, thank you." Lin Zhiyi shouted to the sky.

"Ah?" Sister Zhou's voice was disheveled by the wind and she obviously didn't hear clearly.

Lin Zhiyi didn't answer her. She looked in a certain direction and said something in a low voice.

Thank you, Gong Chen.

Sister Zhou has complained countless times on WeChat Moments that exercising to lose weight is killing her, so how could she suddenly want to climb a mountain?

Lin Zhiyi knew that it was Gong Chen’s intention.

Only when the Gong family is sure that she will not attend the wedding will they feel relieved.

"Zhiyi, why are you crying?" Sister Zhou hurriedly looked for a tissue.

Lin Zhiyi raised her hand and touched her cheek and found that her tears were falling uncontrollably.

She wiped it randomly: "The wind is too strong."

After watching the sunrise, Sister Zhou pointed to the temple in the mountains.

"Since we are here, we can't go back empty-handed. I heard that the temple here is very effective. Let's go and pray for one."

Lin Zhiyi was confused and asked, "What are you asking for?"

Sister Zhou cried and said, "I'm heartbroken. I'm so miserable."

"Aren't you a new lover?"

"We broke up." Sister Zhou put her hands on her hips.

"why?"

Lin Zhiyi remembered that Sister Zhou had once said that she had met her true love.

Sister Zhou curled her lips and said, "It was a bit cold a while ago, and I asked him to bring an extra coat to work, but he said I looked like a nanny. Now I care about him like a nanny, but if we really get married in the future, won't I be a free babysitter?"

In order to comfort Sister Zhou, Lin Zhiyi accompanied her into the temple.

The temple is not big, simple and ancient, and looks particularly peaceful among the shadows of the trees.

The sunlight falls on the mottled wall, full of a sense of time.

The sound of chanting could be heard from inside the temple, and people were standing outside praying devoutly for something.

After a while, everyone lined up to go in.

Lin Zhiyi was also dragged into the team by Sister Zhou. She whispered, "I'm not looking for a marriage."

Sister Zhou smiled and said, "It's the same if you ask for something else."

Lin Zhiyi thought it made sense since she was already here.

She followed Sister Zhou into the hall, and the two of them bought lamps and then prayed in the center of the hall where candlelight flickered.

Lin Zhiyi slowly closed her eyes.

I hope my hand can heal.

Hope the future goes well.

hope……

A face appeared in her mind, and she couldn't help but open her eyes and look up at the Buddha statue.

For some reason, she felt a sense of familiarity.

But it was clearly her first time to visit the mountain temple.

While reminiscing, Sister Zhou touched her with her arm.

"Put down the light, there are people waiting behind."

"Ah."

Lin Zhiyi came back to his senses, put the lamp on the table, and left through the other door.

Before going out, a young monk in simple clothes will ask everyone to choose a talisman, which means that all wishes will come true.

Lin Zhiyi picked one up and left the hall.

As we stepped onto a small stone bridge, an old man in monk's robes came up with a few young monks.

The old man looked at her intently for a few seconds, then nodded and smiled, as if he knew her.

Without waiting for Lin Zhiyi to react, the old man walked straight down the bridge.

She came back to her senses and politely gave them way.

In a trance, she saw a familiar figure among the people.

He walked silently at the end, his eyes full of vicissitudes. His face was still the same, but his expression seemed to have aged by twenty years.

Lin Zhiyi chased after him without even thinking about it.

After catching up, the figure disappeared without a trace.

She stood under the tree, bewildered.

Sister Zhou ran after him, panting: "Zhiyi, how come you still have the energy to run? I'm almost dying of exhaustion. What are you looking for?"

Lin Zhiyi retracted his gaze and shook his head: "Nothing. Let's go."

At this time, the sound of a bell was heard not far away.

Lin Zhiyi paused, as if something in his heart was urging him.

She immediately turned around and looked at the clock tower, and the person on it gradually overlapped with the person she was thinking of.

The man seemed to sense something and turned to look at Lin Zhiyi.

It's him.

Palace sinking.

Why is he here?

Shouldn't he be at the wedding?

"Zhiyi? Zhiyi!" Sister Zhou called out loudly.

Lin Zhiyi woke up as if from a dream and looked at the bell tower again. The face disappeared and turned into the unfamiliar face of the little monk.

She frowned in disbelief.

No way, she definitely wasn't mistaken.

It must be Gong Chen!

She grabbed Sister Zhou and pointed to the clock tower: "Sister Zhou, who do you think is that?"

Sister Zhou stood on tiptoe and looked carefully three times: "Little monk, who else could it be?"

Lin Zhiyi stared at the slightly shaking clock, the lingering sound becoming increasingly distant from her ears.

"Sister Zhou, what time is it?"

"Just..." Sister Zhou pursed her lips, "an auspicious time."