"The signature is not mentioned, but with the old understanding, the regenerate person is the result of the emergence of the phenomenon, once the fate is exhausted, the line of life will return to belong to where it belongs."

“Damn, what’s the end of it?”

"People live to have their own edge, marriage is fate, friendship is fate, love is fate, even if it is only rubbing shoulders with flowers and plants, it is also fate."Master Fang Xuan's meaningful path.

The house was suddenly quiet.

Compared with the quiet inside the house, the rain outside the house, Fifi, is also very quiet.

Xiao Zhen, who followed Han Ziran, looked at the sky with his back against the wall, quietly listened to what the master said in the house, and smiled faintly, like the genius of Han Ziran, who also had such a tangled day.I don’t know when he started this mess?Did you see the letter you wrote to yourself, or from the moment you fell in love with her?

She had always known that he was worried about her, and always knew that he was afraid that her too many changes in the fate of others would affect her own destiny.The previous life of Han Ziran, firm, cold, almost nothing could shake him, but he never believed in ghosts and gods.Now for her, it is such a loss.

It's really sweet in the heart!hey hey!

Listening to the old monk's words of these things, Xiao Zhen heard clearly, it seems that her Buddha-nography is still quite high.The emergence of the cause has a phenomenon, if there is a born again in this world, the demon is attached.

Not that, in the previous life, her martial arts, the glory of the shadow guard, but still attached to Han Ziran's love, but she did not get it until death, and she was unwilling to die.

She was a demon, I can’t think of it.

The door of the room opened at this time.

When I saw the real Xiao who leaned on the door, Han Zi suddenly stood down.

Xiao Zhen smiled sweetly at him: "Dang, what is it to understand these things?We are not home again.”

Han Ziran: “...”

"Destiny of this kind of thing, half is not real, to understand it, but to complete itself with half the fairy, to let people in the clouds of the fog, listen to the heart."

The Master who just came out: “...”

“Good teacher.”Seeing Master Fang Xuan, Xiao Zhen was busy with a courtesy, and then smiled: "I am the wife of the son, called Xiao Zhen."

Master Fang Xuan's wise and wise eyes were not surprised by Xiao's sudden appearance, nor did he care about the words that Xiao really said: "It was Mrs. Han."

"What the little girl said was not for the master, but also to the master forgiving."Xiao is busy.

"Oh," said Master Fang Xuan with a smile, "the old man thinks that what his wife said is quite reasonable."Most of the people in the world are ordinary and real lives, and how many people can be seen through, or want to go through the number of lives?”

“Masters are people of the world, and the pursuit of nature is not the same as that of ordinary people.”

Master Fang Xuan preached the voice of the Buddha trumpet Avato Buddha.

"The clothes are wet."Seeing that Xiao Zhen's clothes were wet by the rain a lot, Han Zi could not help but have some pain.

Xiao Zhen did not say anything, but opened his eyes wide and blinked, and looked at him with a face of innocence and loveliness.

Han Ziran: “...”

Xiao Zhen smiled, bent his head, and continued to blink and blink at him, and his face was innocent and ridiculous.

Han Ziran was very amused: “What are you doing?”

Xiao Zhen regained the truth, took Han Ziran's hand, black and white eyes looked directly at Han Ziran's too cold face, the boy was cold inside and cold, but since the second, she has planted on him: "Dong, since our life can still be together, I think this is our fate, the master also said 'once the fate, the line will return to belong to where it belongs."'As long as we have each other in our hearts, this will not end.”

Han Ziran bowed his head, looking into Xiao Zhen's clear but firm and bold black eyes, the eyes of this woman were never as soft as other women, but he had always insisted for him, and firm, and persistent.

“Have you figured it out?”

“No.”

Xiao Zhen: “...”

Han Ziran suddenly laughed: "But you are right, what I want to understand is something that is unrealistic in itself, I don't leave home, I am just a human being, even if you spy on the sky, you can't do anything, let's go home."

“All right.”Xiao Zhen nodded, only to see him secretly out, she followed all the way, saw Han Ziran into Chongming Temple, she has since he checked what, until he saw him see the master Fang Xuan, heard half-sounding outside the house, only to find that Ziran was worried that she would suddenly leave, or what an accident.

But she was reborn of such things, life-numbering this kind of thing, thinking more can only be a magic obstacle.

Oh hey!I can't think of it, it also shows that Han Ziran really cares about her.

The rain.

When he returned to Beijing, Han Ziran borrowed the horse-drawn carriage from the temple.

The person driving the horse is naturally Xiao Zhen, and Han Ziran did not sit behind, but sat next to Xiao Zhen.

“Aren’t you afraid of being wet in the rain?”

“You’re not afraid, what am I afraid of?”Han Ziran approached her and watched her smile.

Han Ziran must not know how much he laughs at this time, the gloomyness of the sky, his clear skin color, the cool and beautiful face, the three blended into a space, this beauty is enough to catch people's eye.

This man is hers, Xiao was really proud, and drank: “Sit down—”

Between heaven and earth, a carriage rushed towards the city of Chicago.

The days of the rain were finally over three days later.

Like the previous life, the Chongming Temple incident did not appear, even a little news, the people after tea after the meal is still a little broken thing of the ten families.

I think these ladies have also made a lot of efforts.

Just when Xiao Zhen ate a morning meal made by spring flowers, the voice of the girl outside sounded: "Mrs. Huang, please stand outside for a moment, and let the slave and the slave first report."Mrs. Huang, Mrs. Huang—”

When Xiao Zhen looked up, she saw Huang mother pushing her girl in anger.

"Madam, the slave and the slave can't stop Mrs. Huang."The girl hurriedly looked at Xiao Zhendao.

"You know, go down."Xiao Zhen put down the dishes, looked at the yellow mother with a blue face, and still smiled faintly on her face: "I don't know what happened to my aunt who came so early?"

"What?"Don't ask me knowingly."Thinking of the suffering of her daughter, Huang Ma was distressed and pushed the food on the table to the ground.

The spring flowers waiting next to him were staring at me, but she still smiled at the lady, and she took a deep breath and learned to laugh.

“How would I know if my aunt didn’t say that?”Xiao Zhendao.

“Why do you do this to my daughter?She was a dear cousin, how could you enslave her in this way?“Didn’t you see her hands crack?”The yellow mother was trembling with his lips.

Xiao Zhen stood up and said lightly, "My aunt may have forgotten, this is my home, my cousin is sent to my door to be my maidservant, since she is willing, what does it have to do with me?" 」

"My daughter didn't do rough work."