As Su Ziyu walked through the temple gate, she suddenly looked back.
Her sixth sense, sharp and keen, told her that a pair of lecherous eyes were watching her retreating back.
Where her gaze fell—
A tour guide was waving a small flag, leading dozens of tourists from out of town towards them.
Walking in the opposite direction of the tourists was the monk who had just left.
"Wife, what's wrong?" asked Li Qianfan, who had been looking around their surroundings after entering.
"Nothing," Su Ziyu shook her head. "Later, when we go to the spirit tablets to pray, you should light some incense and kowtow to my maternal grandparents too."
"That's a given," Li Qianfan readily agreed. "I must let the spirits of the elders see how fortunate their granddaughter is, to have managed to eat such tender grass like me."
Su Heida's mouth twitched.
But he quickly walked up to an old monk sweeping the floor and bowed, asking, "Master, is it permissible to hit someone in the temple?"
The sweeping monk paused, glanced at Li Qianfan, then clasped his hands in prayer and replied, "My Buddha is merciful, hit them if they deserve it."
What the hell.
Upon hearing this, Li Qianfan quickly hurried forward.
"Little husband, you stop right there for this Dean!" Su Ziyu immediately chased after him with murderous intent.
The sweeping monk watched the happy young couple, a blessed smile appearing on his lips.
However, his gaze turned melancholic as he looked towards the temple entrance, sighed softly, and continued sweeping.
There were things he had heard wind of.
But—
The Buddha says, one cannot speak!
In front of the main hall.
After kicking Li Qianfan three, four, five, six, seven, or eight times, Su Ziyu finally let him go, her face filled with dignity and solemnity.
Burning incense.
Worshipping Buddha.
Making a wish—
"May the Buddha bless my father and mother with safety and health." Su Ziyu knelt on the futlin, hands clasped, head bowed, praying silently. "And please bless my little husband, that he may be healthy and happy his whole life. If there is any unavoidable disaster, please let it befall me. Ziyu is willing to endure all hardships for him."
Li Qianfan, standing beside her, of course, could not hear her prayers.
He did not believe in Buddha.
Nor did he ever worship Buddha.
His knees would only kneel to heaven, to earth, to his ancestors.
Of course.
In special circumstances, kneeling to his wife was not entirely out of the question.
Li Qianfan looked at the girl—
Suddenly, he felt that Su Ziyu in this moment was so sacred, so pure.
He had to spend his entire life protecting her sacredness and purity.
After Su Ziyu finished her wishes and prayers, she placed a thick stack of banknotes into the merit box.
Li Qianfan felt a pang of heartache.
He pondered whether to negotiate with the Buddha to get the money back.
The ancestral tablets of various believers were in a side hall behind Qingshan Temple.
As promised to Su Ziyu, Li Qianfan dutifully knelt before the spirit tablets of her maternal grandparents, offered incense, and prayed.
This process took only a few minutes.
After walking out of the side hall, Su Ziyu's expression of sacredness and purity was replaced by her playful nature.
Previously, she had no interest in sightseeing.
But now it was different.
With her little husband accompanying her—
The key was that she could bully him anytime, anywhere!
On such a sunny day, it would be a shame not to go hiking or climbing.
Besides.
Mother Lan had also quietly instructed her this morning: "You must climb a mountain, and to a place with few people. But be careful not to push yourself like a damn donkey just because you have good physical fitness. You need to get tired. Only when you're tired can you use it as an excuse to have Qianfan carry you, right?"
Mother's words were wise!
Thus.
Su Ziyu had made thorough preparations before coming.
Thinking of the women's outfit she had "tailored" for her little husband in the backpack she was carrying, Su Ziyu couldn't help but want to laugh.
Cough, cough.
Just you wait, little husband!
Even if I bully you to death today, Dean Lan won't punish me!
Under Su Ziyu's lead, the two gradually moved away from the main tourist path and entered a semi-developed deep mountain.
Although Little Qingshan's name contained "Little," it was still four to five hundred meters in altitude and stretched for hundreds of kilometers.
In the semi-developed area, the terrain began to gradually become more rugged.
"Wife, is this about enough?" Li Qianfan, also carrying a backpack, looked up at the sun and said, "I feel like my legs are about to break. Let's eat something here and head back. Besides, Mother Lan warned us that there might be kidnappers who target handsome guys around here. If I get kidnapped, wouldn't you become a little widow?"
You stinky little husband!
I hadn't even found an excuse to say I was tired, and he was already tired.
Taking advantage of his long legs, Su Ziyu, who was walking ahead, pouted and turned back.
Li Qianfan had already sat on a rock and put down his backpack.
He began to take things out.
Food, drinks, and even a blanket that could be spread on the ground for a nap.
"If you get kidnapped, I'll get married immediately and absolutely won't remain a widow for a lifetime." Su Ziyu said heartlessly as she walked over and sat on the blanket.
Li Qianfan said, "Then I will die with my eyes wide open."
"Then I'll use clips to hold your eyelids open." Su Ziyu said casually, but then frowned.
It was because Li Qianfan had taken off his hiking shoes.
As Su Ziyu happened to be downwind, the smell was indescribable.
"Oh, my feet have suffered so much." Li Qianfan not only ignored Su Ziyu's frown but deliberately raised his hot (and in winter, visible with steam) smelly feet high up. "If someone were to help me knead them with her little hands for half an hour, they would surely die of happiness."
Su Ziyu ignored him.
Turning her back, she took out some balm and applied it under her nose.
This way, the stench would be reduced.
However, why was he sitting upwind!?
Su Ziyu immediately stood up, kicked him away, and sat in the spot he had just occupied.
Then—
"Yours is even smellier!" Li Qianfan looked at her fair, delicate feet and quickly raised his hand to cover his nose.
Su Ziyu looked at him expressionlessly, staring straight at him.
Li Qianfan met her gaze for a full 30 seconds before conceding defeat.
He reluctantly released his nose, "It doesn't smell, it smells good. Like braised pork trotters."
Su Ziyu still did not speak.
But she slowly leaned back, resting the back of her head on his leg.
Li Qianfan looked down at her and couldn't resist raising his hand to gently pinch her cheek.
She closed her eyes and whispered, "Little husband."
"Hmm?"
"I, like you."
Su Ziyu's eyes closed even tighter, her voice softer. "I pray that you will be happy and healthy your entire life."
Li Qianfan watched her quietly, listening to the gentle murmurs as the breeze brushed his cheek. "Li Qianfan, you are blessed!"
"Little husband?"
"Hmm?"
"Will you—" Su Ziyu's voice turned into a gentle breeze. "Kiss?"
Li Qianfan's body trembled. "Wife, you teach me!"
Su Ziyu immediately felt that the warm and romantic atmosphere she had painstakingly created had vanished without a trace.
She said coldly, "I'm going to sleep for a while. If you dare to move, I'll break your leg."
What kind of person is he?
I've shamelessly taken the initiative to say I want to kiss him, and he's not making a move.
If she knew how to kiss, would she still be alive at 26 and still be an unmarried old maid no one dares to marry!?
Feeling indignant, Su Ziyu gradually fell asleep.
Actually.
She had truly wronged Li Qianfan.
Even though Li Qianfan had shown his exceptional flirting talent (love for burrowing) at the age of one and was known to have grown up among beauties, he had never touched a woman's mouth, nor had a woman touched his, since officially receiving enlightenment from his grandmother and others at the age of three.
Of course.
He had eaten Du Junlin's saliva.
And Du Junlin had once stabbed him in the butt.
But was that kissing!?
Looking at the sleeping girl, Li Qianfan thought of a phrase.
Wanting to cry but having no tears—
The mountain.
Was very quiet.
The wind.
Was very gentle.
The voice of a monk on the phone grew lower: "That couple went to Duck Peak. We can find an opportunity to act."