Chapter Eighteen

  Wen Jingfan's message was brief: "I guessed it."

  Smiling as she gazed at those few words, she suddenly recalled their first encounter.

  It was actually like this when we first met.

  Mantra Temple

  The temple is located in the mountains, and the small path up the mountain is slightly steep. The green stone slabs are paved all the way to the waist of the mountain. Among the lush trees, you can vaguely see the majestic temple standing tall.

  The walls are a bright yellow, the tiles are crimson, and the mountains are shrouded in a layer of mist, like an independent landscape, as if it were a world apart.

  The sound of chanting accompanied the ancient morning and evening bells on the tower, and An Ran woke up in the bell sound. She pulled open the curtains and looked out, and the sky was already bright for more than half.

  Man yuan temple has been passed down for a hundred years, with incense and fire flourishing, never declining, it is a good place to worship Buddha and calm the mind.

  Su An has been here for several days, and every morning after eating vegetarian food, he follows the master to worship Buddha and recite scriptures. In the afternoon, he stays in the house copying Buddhist scriptures, living a peaceful life.

  A few days ago, she was still prickly all over like a wounded hedgehog, with all her needles standing on end towards her family. But after being here for a few days, this not-so-good memory has already become blurred and seems to have happened a long, long time ago.

  When she first started copying the Buddhist scriptures, she had nightmares all night. In her dreams, all her senses were as clear as if she was awake and experiencing it in person, but when she woke up with a start, she couldn't remember anything.

  She wasn't very brave and was scared for two days, so she changed her accommodation.

  That day I sat with the master for half an hour listening to him recite Buddhist scriptures, and only then did I mention this matter that had been puzzling me for several days.

  "It's probably right, no need to feel hard to speak. It's not that you can't copy Buddhist scriptures again, the nightmare is just a resolution of your evil karma. The three-day period, today, should also be the time for dust to settle and fortune to come."

  Dust settles, fortune arrives...

  At that time, Su Anran couldn't understand the meaning behind it. She was going through a nightmare she had never experienced before in her life. How could it be a good omen?

  In the afternoon, she put away her desk and continued to copy Buddhist scriptures. Before coming to Fan Yin Temple, she didn't have any strong beliefs. Even copying Buddhist scriptures was just to calm down, but today, looking at those strange characters, a more peaceful feeling than before arose.

  It was a bit sultry inside, so she simply moved to the stone platform outside. The green trees shaded, and the stone table hidden beneath exuded a faint coolness.

  She held her pen and wrote with unusual seriousness, one word at a time.

  The sound of footsteps echoed outside, but she was not disturbed.

  He was a famous singer, and together with the master, he walked up the steps, softly saying something. As they got closer, An Ran only heard his voice, which had a very warm tone, because it was low-key, mellow, and especially magnetic.

  She heard the sound and looked up, just meeting the eyes of the person coming. They were as black as ink, like a pool of cold spring water, clear and even more refreshing.

  "The sky doesn't look good, I think it's going to rain with thunder. You should go inside earlier." The master smiled warmly at her and raised his hand to lead the young man towards the side door. "Please come this way, sir."

  Wen Jingfan nodded slightly, but his gaze still fell on her body.

  Her black eyes stared at him without blinking, with delicate features and a calm face. The hand holding the pen was slender and white, while the other hand pressed on the white paper had a row of neat and elegant handwriting.

  In a flash, she had already turned her head and continued copying her Buddhist scriptures, quietly and calmly.

  Before long, the sky did indeed darken, and a strong gust of wind blew. A flash of lightning suddenly streaked across the horizon. She gathered her things and headed back to the house, just as she reached the door, it creaked open with a "creak". She looked up to see the young man from earlier standing before her.

  It seemed like she was just about to leave, seeing her holding onto the door handle, pausing for a moment, politely nodding, and then brushing past her.

  Most of the first encounters are like this, but at the same time, I met someone in the same place. Not too surprised, not too entangled.

  It's just right, I'm here, you're also here, and when you open the door, it happens that you see me.

  But little did An Ran know, this was just the beginning of their first encounter...

  Lying comfortably on the sofa, covered with a thin blanket. Holding the phone and repeatedly looking at that short message, I fell asleep in a daze. When I woke up again the next day, I was still a little confused for a while.

  After discovering that I had fallen asleep on the sofa, I was so shocked that I rolled down from it directly. At the moment when I fell... I suddenly felt that my body was no longer mine.

  Suddenly she had a cramp in her leg, and all the joints of her limbs felt as if they had been dislocated and reconnected, so painful that even without moving, it made her teeth ache.

  Unfortunately... classes still have to be attended, and vacations aren't something she can take just because she wants to.

  Zhou Xiaoyan returned to work today after her vacation, and she looked unhappy all day. She was lucky that no one bothered her, so she successfully spent the whole day as a wooden person.

  Along with the joint pain all over the body, I also got a cold from sleeping on the sofa overnight...

  They came with irresistible force and momentum this time.

  After work, she went home early. After simply having a bowl of noodles to fill her stomach, she took some cold medicine and snuggled up on the sofa to watch TV.

  After watching TV for a while, she felt drowsy and took a bath. She turned off the TV and went to sleep. But after doing all this... she didn't feel sleepy at all.

  After rolling back and forth on the bed for two rounds, she finally resigned herself to sitting up and scrolling through Weibo.

  That night, after saying that I would often come to Weibo to stroll around, the frequency of posting Weibo became much more diligent than before.

  His microblog is still concise and to the point, mentioning most often the cat he raised - Fan Xi.

  Or maybe it's just a simple audio clip with only greetings like "good morning, good afternoon, good evening", but as long as it's an audio clip, the number of reposts is unusually crazy.

  Sui Anran silently replayed his voice in his mind, blood dripping continuously...

  After listening for a while, I don't know if the sleepiness had passed or his voice only had an invigorating effect without any sedative properties. Anyway, An Ran was full of energy at the time when he should have been asleep, holding his teacup and drinking hot water nonstop.

  Drinking too much water resulted in a dash to the toilet, and after struggling back to the warmth of her bed, she opened Weibo and quickly posted a message.

  Content with whatever I encounter: Infatuated with a beautiful face, spent the weekend with my male god... Beauty is beauty, but the consequences are also somewhat unbearable. Suddenly exercising and feeling sore all over, plus catching a cold, now even breathing feels like a sin. Indeed, the appointment with my male god isn't that easy to keep, the blessing of being a beauty... isn't that easy to bear either.

  Not long after posting on Weibo, I heard a crisp "ding" sound.

  She quickly refreshed to take a look... It was a private message from an official Weibo account. She silently deleted it, and just as she finished deleting, there was another "ding" notification sound.

  He continued down calmly and suddenly petrified.

  "If it's not a muscle strain, then it should be sudden movement that caused lactic acid production in the body. You can choose to take a hot bath to relieve muscle soreness, and after bathing, do some static stretching exercises followed by 20 minutes of slow jogging."

  Before An had fully digested the private message he sent over, there was another crisp "ding" sound.

  "He added: 'If you don't like exercise... there's also a massage method that can relieve it.'"

  She held her phone calmly, dazed for a while, before suddenly coming back to her senses. A huge surprise instantly filled her entire chest cavity, and she almost forgot that her movements were restricted at the moment... She made a high-difficulty move.

  He sprang up from bed, but his cheer had barely escaped his lips when it turned into a pained moan...

  That all-over aching was protesting, but An Ran only felt the fullness of happiness in her chest cavity being ground away by more than half due to this piercing pain that struck at her heart.

  Ouch, it really hurts.

  This surprise only lasted for a few minutes before she poured cold water on it herself - had Wen Jingfan become so all-powerful that he even controlled her Weibo account?

  She thought to herself, and immediately regained her composure. After a moment's consideration, she replied: "I just received your private message, and I thought my eyes were playing tricks on me... I was so busy cheering and jumping for joy that I forgot my body was still in pain. When I suddenly sat up... it took half the day to calm them down, which is why I'm only now replying to you. To have actually received your private message, my current feelings are somewhat indescribable."

  After a moment of silence, there was another "ding" notification.

  "Uh-huh."

  Silently staring at that "en" character... quietly entangled.

  Is this cool word going to make her calm down or heat up?

  After a long time, she quickly tapped on the keyboard and replied: "Sir, you actually paid attention to me... otherwise, how could he have sent a private message shortly after she posted a Weibo?"

  If he really paid attention to this Weibo account "随遇而安", there's no reason she wouldn't know!

  This time it was much faster, and I met: "I don't know when you were quietly paying attention to me."

  An Ran covered her chest with her hand, feeling a warmth in her nose... as if something was struggling to burst out.

  Actually... in... quietly paying attention to...

  The blood bar that was just full a moment ago - suddenly emptied.

  This strong sense of happiness... how can it be broken...

  So... Wen Jingfan didn't know that this Weibo was hers? But she actually managed to sneak into his private following... it feels a bit subtle.

  Just as An Ran was lost in thought, he sent another private message: "I happen to have a friend who is going hiking with me this weekend. I think she should also encounter such a situation. Conveniently, her cousin is a doctor, so I asked..."

  Suddenly felt a little bit of happiness... This friend, what she said was probably right.

  Afraid of embarrassing himself and ruining the rare closeness in this 2D world, An Ran didn't dare say much more. He sent a smiling face emoticon and replied: "Thank you very, very much, sir!"

  After waiting for a while, there were no more messages from Weibo.

  An Ran stuffed her phone under the pillow and covered her face with the quilt, taking a deep breath before bursting out laughing.

  What to do... so happy, so happy, this strong feeling of happiness...

  Really! So! Is! Too! Lucky! Happy!

  She was indulging in self-admiration when her phone buzzed, she reached under the pillow to grab it and saw that it was a message from Wen Jingfan.

  Not unexpectedly, it is similar in content to the previous paragraph, but with more specific explanations and steps.

  She calmly stared at the message for a long time, covering her slightly hot nose tip, and only felt that... tonight's surprises and unexpected events made her hand holding the phone tremble unconsciously.

  It seems like I suddenly understand the feeling of winning the lottery a bit now——

  She took a few deep breaths, forcing herself to calm down. When her composure returned and she was about to respond, she suddenly realized something... the skill of precise division was still somewhat difficult for her.