You Are My Rare Passion Chapter 1158: Blushing and heartbeat, fascinated

Looking at his gloomy brows, Ye Xingbei's heart ached, hugged him and patted gently, "Okay, don't think about it, everything is over... Think of something happy, like wait When Xiao Qiao and Sheng Sheng's child is born, you are your uncle and grandpa..."

As Ye Xingbei said, he couldn't help laughing, "For such a young uncle and grandfather, the entire capital is the only one, right?"

She felt amused when she thought about the picture of Qiao Zui and Mi Sheng's children who could talk and called Gu Junzhu "uncle and grandpa" in a milky voice.

She touched Gu Junzhu's chin: "It's not hairy yet, so I'm going to be an uncle and grandpa, so funny!"

"Yes, yes, yes!" Gu Junzhu nodded his head: "I'm going to be my uncle and grandpa soon, but aren't you going to be my aunt and grandma too? We are each other, I really don't know how you gloat about misfortune. "

Ye Xingbei: "..."

Yes!

She is such a beautiful girl in bloom, and in a few months, she will become an auntie!

So scary!

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

"Have we discussed this before?" Gu Junzhu raised his eyebrows and looked at her: "I didn't say it before, you girls especially like to call yourself auntie, you like to call yourself auntie so much, and Xiao Qiao's children will call you in the future Auntie, you should be happy."

"Yes," Ye Xingbei said, "I remembered, and you also said, let me not despise aunt and aunt, aunt and aunt are the same!"

Actually, she didn't forget it at all.

She just felt that this topic would make Gu Junzhu happy the most.

The deceased has passed away.

No matter how sad and depressed, those who have passed will never come back.

She didn't want to see Gu Junzhu's dark eyes.

Compared to his gloomy and sad look, she would rather him be ruffian.

Gu Junzhu also guessed her intentions, wrapped her arms around her shoulders, hugged her tighter, lowered her head and kissed her forehead, "Ye Xiaobei, I didn't believe in fate or reincarnation before, but Now I believe it... I think we may have been husband and wife in our last life, making promises for life, and then in this life you found me, and I found you, otherwise, there are so many women in this world, how can I see you as unique What?"

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

She and Gu Jun intertwined their fingers, cuddled in Gu Junzhu's arms, and said eloquently: "There is an excellent girl, she has a good life, and the matchmaker is about to smash the threshold of her living. , but she never wanted to get married because she felt she had not met the person she really wanted to marry.

One day, she went to a temple fair to relax. In the crowd of thousands, she saw a young man. Needless to say, the girl felt that the 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 just watched the man disappear into the crowd.

In the next two years, the girl went around looking for the man, but the man disappeared without a trace...

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

Her sincerity touched the Buddha, and the Buddha appeared.

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

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

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

Girl: "I can give up!"

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

Girl: "I don't regret it!"

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

But the girl felt nothing. The sad thing was that she hadn't seen anyone for more than 400 years, and she couldn't see any hope. This made her almost collapse.

In the last year, a quarry team came and saw her hugeness, hewed her into a huge strip of rock, and transported it into the city. They were building a stone bridge, so the girl became The guardrail of the stone bridge.

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

He walked in a hurry, as if there was some urgent matter, and 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 reappeared.

Buddha: "Are you satisfied?"

Girl: "No! Why? Why am I just a bridge guardrail? If I were laid in the middle of the bridge, I could touch him, I could touch him!"

Buddha: "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 many people come and go. There are many people passing by here every day, and the girl is watching close by every day. Seeing a person coming, my hopes are shattered countless times.

If it wasn't for the first five hundred years of cultivation, the girl would have collapsed long ago!

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

Another five hundred years!

Here it is!

Here he is!

He is still wearing his favorite white gown, his face is still so handsome, and the girl is staring at him.

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

He noticed a big tree beside the road, the dense shade was very attractive, take a rest, he thought.

He walked to the foot of the big tree, leaned against the roots, closed his eyes slightly, and fell asleep.

The girl touched him!

He's right next to her!

However, she couldn't tell him the thousand years of lovesickness.

She only tried her best to gather the shade of the trees to block the poisonous sunlight for him.

A thousand years of tenderness!

The man just took a nap, because he still had work to do, he stood up, patted the dust on his gown, and just before he left, he looked up at the big tree and stroked it again The trunk, probably to thank the big tree for bringing him coolness.

Then, he walked away without looking back.

Just as he disappeared from her sight, the Buddha reappeared.

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

The girl interrupted the Buddha calmly: "I really want to, but I don't have to."

Buddha: "Oh?"

Girl: "It's good, love him, don't have to be his wife."

Buddha: "Oh!"

Girl: "Did his current wife suffer like I did?"

The Buddha nodded slightly.

The girl smiled: "I can do it too, but I don't have to."

At this moment, the girl noticed that the Buddha sighed slightly, or rather, the Buddha breathed a sigh of relief.

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

There was a smile on the Buddha's face: "Because this is very good, there is a boy who can wait a thousand years less. He has practiced for two thousand years in order to be able to look at you."

While she was speaking, Gu Junzhu kept stroking her hair.

After listening to her talk, Gu Junzhu looked down at her and smiled softly, "The Buddha said, looking back five hundred times in a past life, in exchange for one pass in this life, I look back a thousand times, in exchange for The afterlife will stop in front of you.

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

The Buddha was speechless, I only looked back frequently.

Like a moth to a fire.

You can be reckless without reason.

Look back, look back.

A thousand times, you are in my eyes and in my heart.

I look back frequently, looking forward to your tenderness.

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

He looked down at Ye Xingbei in his arms, his eyes were as gentle as water, the corners of his lips were hooked with a small smile, and his voice was so soft that it could make one's ears get pregnant: "I look back, look back, and long to stay with you. ..."

Clearly knowing that he was reading a poem by a well-known poet, Ye Xingbei was still blushing and bewildered.