In the temple.

Under the fluttering ginkgo leaves, the summer wind blows.

Josnian packed up the clothes thrown out by Ye Jiaqi and folded them one by one.

He called Ou Fan: "Come to Qingshan Village to pick me up."

Ou Fan was still at the company and was surprised to receive a call from Josnian early in the morning: "Master Qiao, are you planning to come back today?"

"Um."

"Okay, is one car enough?"

"It's just me, how many cars do you want to send?"

"Oh, I see." Ou Fan thought Josnian would bring Ye Jiaqi and the young lady back.

After hanging up the phone, Josnian walked to the door of the temple. Two little yellow chickens were chirping in the cardboard box at the door.

Josnian knelt down, fed them some food, and said to himself: "I won't feed you anymore. You have to grow up and you are not allowed to peck at the little grapefruits. If you dare to peck at them, I will eat you."

The little yellow chicken kept crowing, and the wind outside kept blowing.

On a morning like this, the rising sun is infinitely beautiful.

Josnian would occasionally raise his head and look at the scenery in the distance silently. There were mountains and water there, and the sun was shining through the clouds little by little.

Josnian brought a pack of cigarettes with him when he came here, but when he left, he didn't move a pack of cigarettes.

He hadn't smoked a cigarette since he came here, but now he was thinking about it very much.

After thinking about it, he lit one and sat on the threshold of the temple alone, smoking.

White smoke slowly rose up, hiding his angular face in the smoke. His eyes looked into the distance, and the dotted scenery merged into small dots hidden in his pupils.

There seems to be hazy fog that has not yet dissipated on the mountains in the distance.

Josnian took a few puffs of cigarette.

After finishing one cigarette, he felt it was not enough, so he smoked a few more.

He couldn't stop anymore, and he quickly smoked half of a pack of cigarettes.

The temple was extremely quiet. Only the bells on the eaves were blown by the wind and made a "dang-dang" sound. The sound was ethereal, distant, and long.

It was already evening when Ou Fan came.

The car couldn't drive into the village, so he called Josnian: "Master Qiao, I'm already on the road leading to the village entrance."

"Oh, I'll come."

"I'll pick you up."

"Need not."

It didn't take long for Irfan to see Josnian walking towards him step by step.

He is a person.

Shirt, trousers, empty hands.

Irfan opened the car door for Josnian, and Josnian went up and straightened his shirt.

Looking at Qingshan Village from this angle, the village was very small. He could even see the location of Ye Jiaqi's home, but he could not see Ye Jiaqi.

Ou Fan saw that he kept looking outside, so he sat in the driver's seat and asked carefully: "Master Qiao, are you going back to the capital now?"

Josnian closed his eyes, leaned lazily on the seat, and lightly opened his thin lips: "Go back."

"clear."

Irfan continued to drive back.

It was already evening, and it would definitely be late at night when we returned to the capital.

The car quickly left Qingshan Village. Josnian kept his eyes closed, with a tired look in his eyes.

It's good to be quiet for a while.

The mountain road was very bumpy. Josnian's seat was uncomfortable and he could not sleep.

When I closed my eyes, I could see the figures of Little Youzi and Ye Jiaqi in front of me, and they couldn't get rid of them.

Especially Xiaoyouzi. He and his daughter haven't gotten along well for a few days. Xiaoyouzi has just gotten acquainted with him, and he still wants to hear the little one call him "dad."
Chapter completed!