That year, he and his mother went to the largest temple in the city. To be honest, in modern times, apart from the elderly, how many people would really believe this? But when he walked past the lottery tube, he stopped unexpectedly.
The monk had a gentle smile on his face: "What does the donor want to smoke?"
"Marriage," he said.
"Love lasts forever" was the lot he drew. The monk looked at his lot and made a gesture. His smile was still gentle, but with a hint of pity: "Donor, the word love hurts people the most. Let it go as long as you can."
He didn't care at that time, he just smiled, put the lot in his pocket and left.
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