The cold wind blew on Yan Jia's face like a knife, the coldness stinging.

Looking straight ahead, Yan Jia walked slowly along this long street, the night getting darker and darker.

Turning a corner, a landmark building in Orchid City - Mulan Temple appeared in front of him. The temple is in the old city and is full of incense. But at night, it will become silent as the night falls in this large area of ​​black, with only the bells on the eaves.

With the wind making an ethereal and crisp sound, we are waiting for the next dawn.

Yan Jia stopped and looked straight ahead, looking at the low-key plaque and dark red walls of Mulan Temple.

He recalled that when he was a child, about seven or eight years old, Yan Feng took him to play on the street. At that time, Yan Feng was already in junior high school and was already a very tall boy.

Yan Feng held his hand and secretly took him to the old street to eat snacks, see the scenery, fish and climb mountains, and finally walked to the temple in the evening.

There is a very tall peach tree in the temple, with branched branches and leaves scattered outside the wall, and attractive peaches hanging on it, all of which are ripe.

He was still young at the time and had been playing crazy all day. He was very naughty and insisted on climbing the wall to pick peaches, and asked the tall Yan Feng to hold him up.

Although Yan Feng was raised as an heir since he was a child, and his behavior was very gentle and full of aristocratic spirit, but what boy at that age is not playful, so Yan Feng agreed.

He climbed up the wall on Yan Feng's shoulders and picked red peaches one after another, feeling extremely happy.

He remembered that day as the happiest day he could remember, and he never forgot it many years later.

Just like tonight, when he passed by Mulan Temple, that memory was brought back again.

The wall of Mulan Temple has been heightened, and the peach tree has long disappeared. Of course, now he will never climb up the wall to pick peaches, and no one will let him climb up with a shoulder pad.

Times have changed, things have changed and people have changed.

Yan Jia stood by the wall, closed his eyes, and heard the sound of temple bells swinging in the wind.

The man's slender eyelashes cast a shallow shadow under his eyes, and his facial features lost their sharpness and ferociousness, leaving only a calmness like dead water.

The wind blew over the wound on his hand, and the wound under the gauze stung faintly. His heart felt like it had been severely scratched by a knife. The strange feeling slid across his limbs. His back was straightened, and the expression on his face

The lines are also tight.

There was no one here. He stood alone in a dark corner, like a lone bird hurriedly passing between heaven and earth.

Occasionally, there are fingers and claws left on the mud, and Hongfei is counting the things.

He is more like a passer-by, leaving only a shadow in this world, alone.

After standing for a long time, so long that he was chilled by the north wind, he realized that in the rush to get out, he had left his cell phone in the ward.

He knew that Yan Feng was in danger, but since they all called him cold-blooded, ruthless, and cruel, he had no intention of sending Yan Feng off on this last journey.

Yan Jia walked into Mulan Temple.

The Yan Group regularly makes donations to temples, including Mulan Temple.

The host recognized him, but Yan Jia had no other request. He only wanted a clean room and wanted to stay alone in it all night.

He closed the carved wooden door and did not turn on the lights. The sporadic lights from the temple and the moonlight from the sky filtered in from the door, as well as the long-lasting smell of fireworks.

He didn't go anywhere and stayed at Mulan Temple.
Chapter completed!