Sure enough, the car stopped in front of the temple. When she wanted to see what the person looked like, the driver turned his head to hope that she would pay.

After she paid the money to get out of the car, where can I see the grace, and even the car drove away.

She entered the temple, because it was not a weekend, there were not many people in the temple. There were only three or three people who added sesame oil and blessings to surround a stove.

There are women around, and occasionally a few pairs of pairs of pairs of foreign tourists holding the camera constantly shooting, while whispering, I don't know what to say.

When I walked into the temple, I sold amulets and postcards next to her. A stack of postcards stalling on the table. She couldn't find the benefactor. She just thought about bringing a postcard back to Edward and those friends.

She chose very seriously. When a elderly man was selected not far away, she stepped up to help her pack it.

He packed very slowly. Each action seemed to be a silent movie that slowed down, and it seemed to be intoxicated in the event of a package of gifts. Regardless of whether the tourists were anxious to leave.

Ding Yiyi waited for a while, had to walk around, and then saw a red booklet.

The red booklet is the form of the page opening, the front is a thick red hard version, and a yellow rope passes through. This is the name of the Fang in every temple in Japan. As long as you think, you can leave your name on it on it.

Then, then

She opened the latest page of Fang Fang, scribbled on it, "Zhang Peng is here for a tour." She sighed, turned over a page, and then settled her body.

On the second page, a vigorous and powerful handwriting jumps on the paper. Because the brush provided by the temple is used, the handwriting is not completely dry, and you can see the traces of reflective.

He has been here, and not long ago, is it a strategy? She trembled with anger, and the "snap" handle in the handle closed loudly, causing the elderly to turn her eyelids and look at her.

"Grandpa, did this person come here before, what are he doing?" Ding Yiyi didn't want to sit and wait, she wanted to figure out what kind of tricks Ye Nianmo had to do this time.

The old man looked up again, and then his eyes were placed on the roster, and he said slowly: "I don’t remember."

When I walked out of the temple, the air was still so good. The wave of tourists who only liked to take pictures were no longer known. She stood a little blankly on the threshold of the paint into red.

She couldn't find the benefactor, she had some frustration. As soon as she wanted to sit down, she was scared by a huge mouse.

The mice did not recognize the birth, and did not escape after encountering her feet.

Little mouse.

The little mouse followed her mother to rush away quickly, and she did not take care of her brothers and sisters at all.

Ding Yiyi sent this family to leave his sight, and then stepped on the return car.

As soon as she returned to the hotel lobby, she was stopped by the girl who was chatting together in the morning. The girl was in a good mood and said with a smile: "The gentleman you are looking for today is also back, just returned from your front foot."

"He's back? Where did you go?" Ding Yiyi asked in a hurry, thinking that he must thank the benevolent before leaving.
Chapter completed!