You Are My Rare Passion

   Chapter 1166

Looking at his gloomy eyebrows, Ye Xingbei's heart hurts compassionately, and he patted him gently, "Okay, don't think about it, everything is over... Think of something happy, such as waiting for Xiao Qiao and Sheng Sheng Your child is born, you are the uncle grandfather..."

   Ye Xingbei said, he couldn’t help but laughed, “For such a young grandfather, the whole capital is the only one, right?”

  When she thinks of Qiao Zui and Mi Sheng’s future children, after they can talk, she feels amused by the milky voice of Gu Jun chasing "Grandpa Uncle".

   She touched Gu Junzhu’s chin: “It’s not hairy yet, I’m going to be the grandfather of the uncle, so funny!”

   "Yes, yes, yes!" Gu Jun nodded one by one, "I'm going to be the grandfather of my uncle, but aren't you going to be the grandmother of my uncle?

   Ye Xingbei: "..."

Yes it is!

  She is such a beautiful girl in season, and in a few months, she will become uncle and grandmother!

too horrible!

  She punched Gu Junzhu on the shoulder, "It's not all because of you!"

"We discussed this issue before?" Gu Jun raised his eyebrows and looked at her: "Didn't I say, your girls like to call themselves grandmothers, you like to call your aunts and grandmothers so much, and then Xiao Qiao's children will call your aunts and grandmothers. You should be happy."

   "Yes," Ye Xingbei said: "I remember, you also said, let me not despise grandma and uncle, grandma and aunt are the same!"

  In fact, she never forgot.

  She just thinks this topic can make Gu Jun happy.

  The deceased has passed away.

  No matter how sad and depressed, the dead can't come back.

  She didn't want to look at Gu Jun's eyebrows and eyes.

  Compared to his melancholy and sad look, she would rather him be stubborn, but she can't laugh or cry because of anger.

Gu Junzhu also guessed her feelings, wrapped her shoulders, held her tighter in his arms, bowed his head and kissed her eyebrows, "Ye Xiaobei, I didn't believe in fate or reincarnation before, but now I believe in reincarnation. Now... I think we may have been husbands and wives in our previous life. We made a promise for life after life. Then in this life you found me and I also found you. Otherwise, with so many women in this world, why would I think you are unique?"

   "I believe it too!" Ye Xingbei held his hand and chuckled, "I suddenly thought of a story I had seen before."

She and Gu Jun intertwined with each other, cuddling in Gu Jun's arms, and whispered: "There is an excellent girl. She has a very good life. The matchmaker is about to step on the threshold of her living, but she Never wanted to get married because she felt that she hadn't seen the person she really wanted to marry.

  One day, she went to a temple fair to relax. Among the crowded people, she saw a young man. Needless to say, the girl thought that man was the result of her waiting.

  Unfortunately, the temple fair was so crowded that she couldn't walk to the man's side, so she watched the man disappear into the crowd.

  In the next two years, the girl went around looking for the man, but the man seemed to have evaporated, without a trace...

  The girl prays to the Buddha every day, hoping to see that man again.

  Her sincerity touched the Buddha, and the Buddha appeared.

  Buddha said: "Do you want to see that man again?"

  The girl said: "Yes! I just want to look at him again!"

  Buddha: "You have to give up everything you have now, including your freedom and autonomy."

  Girl: "I can give up!"

  Buddha: "You have to practice Taoism for five hundred years before you can see him. Don't you regret it?"

  Girl: "I don't regret it!"

  So the girl turned into a big rock and lay in the wilderness, suffering from the wind and sun for more than 400 years.

  But the girls felt nothing. What was uncomfortable was that she hadn't seen a single person for more than four hundred years, and she couldn't see a little hope, which made her almost collapse.

In the last year, a quarrying team came and took a fancy to her hugeness, chiseled her into a huge rock, and transported it into the city. They were building a stone bridge, so the girl became a stone bridge. Guardrail.

  On the first day the stone bridge was built, the girl saw it, the man she had waited for five hundred years!

  He walked in a hurry, as if there was something urgent, he quickly passed the middle of the stone bridge, of course, he would not notice a stone staring at him intently.

  The man disappeared again, and the Buddha appeared again.

  Buddha: "Are you satisfied?"

  Girl: "No! Why? Why am I just the guardrail of the bridge? If I was paved in the middle of the bridge, I could touch him, and I could touch him!"

  Buddha: "Do you want to touch him? Then you have to practice for five hundred years!"

  Girl: "I do!"

  Buddha: "You have suffered so much, don’t you regret it?"

  Girl: "No regrets!"

The girl has become a big tree, standing on an official road where people come and go. There are many people passing by here every day. The girl is watching up close every day, but this is even more uncomfortable because countless times I see a person with hope. After coming, hope was shattered countless times.

  It's not the practice of the first five hundred years, the girl has long collapsed!

  Day by day, the girl's heart gradually calmed down. She knew that he would not appear until the last day.

  It's another five hundred years!

coming!

he came!

  He is still wearing his favorite white gown, his face is still so beautiful, and the girl is looking at him madly.

  This time, he didn't rush past because it was too hot.

  He noticed that there was a big tree on the side of the road. The dense shade was very attractive. Take a break, he thought.

  He walked to the foot of the tree, leaned on the root of the tree, closed his eyes slightly, and fell asleep.

  The girl touched him!

  He is leaning against her!

  But, she couldn't tell him about this thousand years of lovesickness.

  She can only try her best to gather the shade of the trees and block him from the harsh sunlight.

  Thousand years of tenderness!

The man just took a nap, because he still had something to do. He stood up and patted the dust on his gown. Just before leaving, he looked up at the big tree and stroked the trunk slightly, probably It was to thank the tree for bringing coolness to him.

   Then, he left without looking back.

  The moment he disappeared from her sight, the Buddha appeared again.

  Buddha: "Do you still want to be his wife? Then you have to practice..."

  The girl calmly interrupted the Buddha's words: "I really want to, but no need."

  Buddha: "Oh?"

  Girl: "This is already very good. Loving him does not necessarily have to be his wife."

  Buddha: "Oh!"

  Girl: "Has his current wife suffered like me?"

  The Buddha nodded slightly.

  The girl smiled slightly: "I can do it too, but there is no need."

  At this moment, the girl noticed that the Buddha sighed slightly, or in other words, the Buddha sighed slightly.

  The girl was a little surprised, "Does the Buddha have something on his mind?"

  A smile appeared on the Buddha’s face: “Because this is great, a boy can wait a thousand years less. He has practiced for two thousand years in order to be able to see you.”

  While she was telling, Gu Junzhu kept gently stroking her hair.

After listening to her, Gu Jun looked down at her and smiled softly, "The Buddha said, five hundred times in the previous life, in exchange for one pass in this life, I will look back a thousand times in exchange for the next life. Stopped in front of you.

  Ask the Buddha: How many times does it take to look back to live in your heart?

  Buddha is speechless, I only look back frequently.

  Like a moth leaping towards the fire.

  You can recklessly consider the consequences, but you can have no reason.

  Look back, look back again.

   Thousands of times, you are in my eyes and in my heart.

  I look back frequently and look forward to your gentleness.

  I look back frequently, eager to stay together..."

  He lowered his eyes to look at Ye Xingbei in his arms, his eyes were gentle as water, his lips curled up with a small smile, and his voice made his ears pregnant: "I frequently look back, look back, and long to stay together with you..."

  Clearly knowing that what he was reading was a poem by a well-known poet, Ye Xingbei still blushed and his heart beat, fascinated.

  (End of this chapter)