Chapter 713 - May I ask if benefactor is asking for marriage or career?
“Ge Ge, I…”
He raised his head to look at her.
His handsome face was filled with seriousness.
“Hm?”
She hummed curiously at him.
“Actually, I…”
He moved to confess to her that she was the girl he had always liked and had an unrequited love for from the very start.
“Ge Ge, look. There’s a stall over there for fortune-telling. Let’s go draw a fortune stick.”
When the two came out of the temple, they saw an old monk under a Bodhi tree with a stall for fortune-telling.
“Ah? Forget it.”
As a person who did not believe in things like fortune-telling, she subconsciously tried to pull her mother away.
It could not be helped, though, that the latter was very interested in such stuff.
Hence, the poor her could only follow her mother over.
“Master, how should we draw a fortune stick?”
Zhang Manhua pulled her daughter close by the hand and said this to the old monk sitting under the Bodhi tree with a smile.
“Amitabha…” The old monk put his hands together and placed an old bamboo cup in front of them.
“Benefactor, please pick one randomly.”
“Pick one randomly? Don’t we have to think about the question we want to ask inside?” She did not expect it to be this simple.
“No need. Just keep your mind empty,” the old monk lightly replied.
“Ge Ge, hurry and pick one.”
Hence, under her mother’s urging, Pei Ge randomly picked one stick out.
“May I ask if benefactor is asking for marriage or career?” After receiving the fortune stick she had chosen, the old monk lowered his eyes slightly and inquired.
“… Marriage,” she replied hesitantly.
Hearing this, the old monk slowly nodded and placed the fortune stick back into the cup. He then picked up the brush pen on the table and wrote down a long string of small words on a small piece of rectangular paper.
“‘Both feel the same desolation upon separation, and every full moon, the sorrow of being unable to reunite multiplies’…” She could not stop herself from reading aloud the words the old monk was writing.
For some reason that she could not understand, after reading it aloud, she felt awful inside.
“What is this?” Her mother frowned when she heard what her daughter had read aloud.
“The words the benefactor has received,” the old monk replied, his hand pausing for a moment as he answered the question.
“What do they mean? It mentions desolation and sorrow. What is this?! It’s not accurate, not accurate! Ge Ge, let’s go!”
Zhang Manhua quickly dragged her away from the stall, as if wishing that she had never gone to this stall.
Seeing the two leave, the old monk put his palms together and softly repeated, “Amitabha…”
He lowered his head to look at the slip of paper he was not done writing on and raised his pen to flesh out everything.
[May your heart be like mine.]
Extreme good luck.