Play coquettish with Joe

Chapter 7488 The child who is not blessed (8)

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

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

Turning a corner, a landmark building of Lancheng appeared in front of his eyes - Mulan Temple. The temple is located in the old city and is full of incense, but at night, it will be silent in this large blackness with the night, only the bell on the corner of the eaves With the ethereal and crisp sound of the wind, waiting for the next dawn.

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

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

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

There is a tall peach tree in the temple, the forked branches and leaves are scattered outside the wall, and there are attractive peaches hanging on it, all ripe.

He was still young at the time, and he played like crazy for a day, very naughty, insisted on climbing the wall to pick peaches, and let the tall Yan Feng support him.

Although Yan Feng was raised as an heir since childhood, his demeanor was very gentle and full of nobleman's air, but which boy at that age would not be playful, Yan Feng agreed.

He stepped on Yan Feng's shoulders and climbed up the wall, picking one red peach after another, very happy.

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

Just like tonight, when he passed Mulan Temple, that memory came back again.

The wall of Mulan Temple has been raised, and the peach tree is long gone. Of course, now he will never climb the wall to pick peaches, and no one will let him climb up on his shoulders.

Times have changed, and things have changed.

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

The man's slender eyelashes cast a shallow shadow under his eyes, and the sharpness and ferocity of his facial features faded away, leaving only the calmness like stagnant water.

The wind blew through the wound on his hand, the wound under the gauze was tingling faintly, and the place on his heart seemed to be scraped by a knife, that strange feeling slid over his limbs and bones, his back was straightened, and the bruises on his face The lines are also tight.

There was no one here, and he stood alone in a dark corner, like a lone bird hurrying past between heaven and earth.

Accidentally leaving fingers and claws on the mud, Hong Fei repeated things.

He is more like a passerby, leaving nothing in this world, alone.

After standing for a long time, so long that he was chilled by the north wind, he realized that he had left his mobile phone in the ward when he came out in a hurry.

He knew that Yan Feng could be more dangerous than good, but since they all scolded him for being 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 donates to temples, including Mulan Temple.

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

He closed the carved wooden door and turned off the lights. The sporadic lights of the temple and the moonlight from the sky penetrated through the door, as well as the long-lasting smoke.

He didn't go anywhere, but stayed in Mulan Temple.

No drowsiness, no hunger, the whole person seemed to be numb, only the past events emerged in my mind little by little, as clear as yesterday.

(End of this chapter)