Chapter 490

"How do you know my birthday today?"

Walking in the bustling Tang Fang, Gao Wen asked in surprise, still holding the delicate rose in her hand.

"I read the microblog."

Chen Liangyan is concise and comprehensive.

Gao Wen suddenly.

As a popular actress, on her birthday, naturally many fans bless her on the Internet. As long as you read the microblog, you should know that she has a birthday today.

"So you took time out of your busy schedule to celebrate my birthday?"

Chen Liang nodded, "you can say so."

Gao Wen smiled.

She naturally understood that this must not be all true, but it was not so important.

"I'm really moved, but it's too perfunctory for you to give me a flower as a gift on my birthday?"

With Chen Liang's worth and her identity, a flower is really too shabby.

"Courtesy is light and affection is heavy. The value of gifts lies not in the price, but in the mind."

Chen Liang solemnly explained for himself without embarrassment.

"Tell me, what does a rose mean?"

Gao Wen raised the rose in her hand.

Chen Liang was speechless.

Gao Wen looked at him with a smile for a while, but she didn't pester him anymore. She laughed off the problem.

Normal people should know what rose stands for, but obviously, they both seem to be joking and not serious.

Like the tourists around, they walked around the Tang square, talked and laughed, and enjoyed themselves.

"Sugar gourd, delicious sugar gourd, ten yuan a string!"

A cry came.

Gao Wen looked and her eyes brightened. "Do you want to eat sugar gourd?"

Chen Liang shook his head immediately.

Tomatoes on sticks.

People of this age group should have eaten it, but that was when they were young.

Now a big master is walking down the street with a string of sugar gourd. What's the matter?

"What's the matter? I'm afraid of humiliating your identity? No one knows you here. It's hard to meet someone selling sugar gourd now. It's my treat."

Gao Wen couldn't help but say, ran over and ran two strings of sugar gourd, and then stuffed it into Chen Liang's hand.

"Here you are."

Looking at the bright and full candied haws, Chen Liang couldn't cry or laugh,

Gao Wen didn't care about him. She carefully pulled up her mask and saw that no one was paying attention to her. Then she took a string of ice sugar gourd and bit it gently.

"No, it was delicious when I was a child."

She looked a little sorry.

Chen Liang said with a smile, "it's not as delicious as before, but because your 'taste' has changed. When I was a child, I thought it was particularly delicious because I couldn't eat and afford it. Now, I naturally don't want what I can easily have."

"Sounds like a bit of Philosophy..."

Chen Liang smiled but did not speak, and no longer worried about his image. He picked up sugar gourd and ate it.

The sour and sweet taste strikes the taste buds.

It still tastes like that.

It's just not what it used to be.

Even if it seems to passers-by, it doesn't feel strange.

Indeed, as Gao Wen said, no one can guess Chen Liang's identity. At this time, in the eyes of passers-by, he is just a young man in his early twenties.

When people live, Chen Liang gives a flower as a gift, which can be used as a birthday star. Gao Wen is also very stingy. Inviting people to eat a string of sugar gourd seems to solve the problem of the five zang organs temple.

It seems that we should still follow the old saying: people gather in groups and things are divided in groups. In terms of stinginess, the two are equal.

"Go in and have a look."

Unconsciously, they came to the goddess temple.

Gao Wen walked in with great interest, and Chen Liang could only keep up.

Dragon people do not believe in religion, but there are many temples. This Niangniang Temple is not large, but it is very popular. Almost anyone passing by will come in and have a look.

A main hall is dedicated to the lifelike statue of empress carved from ginkgo wood.

The two monks stood inside, kind-hearted, with their hands folded, and took the trouble to express their blessings to every pilgrim.

Gao Wen had planned to go to the column incense, but she saw a long line at the door. She could only sigh and put out her mind.

Immediately, a century old pine attracted Gao Wen's attention.

"You see, fortune teller."

As Chen Liang looked, he found a monk sitting in front of Panasonic. There was a long table with a signer on the table and a shelf next to it. On the shelf was a white cloth with the word "unscramble" written in regular script.

"It's all a lie."

Chen Liang whispered that he never thought of divination or divination.

"Go and have a look. There's no loss anyway."

Gao Wen seems to be coquettish.

I'm afraid no man can resist her soft plea.

Chen Liang could only walk with her.

"Master, what is this?"

Gao Wen gave considerable respect.

Like a monk who kept his eyes closed, he slowly opened his eyes. He looked at Gao Wen and Chen Liang. His expression was indifferent and unfathomable. He opened his mouth and said, "the future, fate, good and bad marriage, and everything in the world is in the divinatory diagram."

It sounds great.

Gao Wen's eyes showed strong interest.

Chen Liang stood by and said nothing.

"Benefactor, what do you want to be?"

The monk asked.

"Master, help me calculate my marriage."

Gao Wen said as if there were no one else.

The monk nodded, looked at the rose held in Gao Wen's hand, then glanced at Chen Liang next to her, and then picked up the sign, "please shake the sign, benefactor."

It should also be the first time to try something similar. Gao Wen just felt curious and fun. She picked up the sign with one hand and began to shake according to the monk's instructions.

After a while, a wooden stick popped out of the barrel.

Even if he didn't believe these things, when he saw the monk reach out and pick up the sign, Chen Liang subconsciously had a trace of curiosity.

"Master, what do you say about this sign?"

Gao Wen quickly asked. Until now, she still wears a mask on her face, but it's just divination, which has nothing to do with what she looks like.

The monk looked at the meeting with a wooden stick. He looked ancient and could not see any clue.

It's quite appetizing.

"Master?"

Until Gao Wen asked again, he put down the sign, slowly touched a piece of rice paper, then took out a brush from the pen holder and dipped it in ink to write.

After a while, he raised his head again: "the meaning of this signature is all in these 46 words."

Chen Liang and Gao Wen look down at the rice paper.

Joy groped in the dark.

A castle in the air.

Boulder filling and throwing marbles.

Turning a blind eye will delay.

Meet or not, meet or not?

The moon sank to the bottom of the sea in a dream.

……

Looking at each other, they were puzzled.

"Master, what does this sign mean?"

Gao Wen asked suspiciously.

The monk sighed.

"This is the three saints' empress reminding the female benefactor to cherish the people in front of her."