Crossing Worlds Provocation

This is considered to be owed to him, if it can be set off, it is not a bad idea.

Cheng Dongyuan loosened the button on the neckline, unbuttoned one, picked up the chopsticks and clamped a piece of vegetarian tofu. After eating it, his lips were soft, and after swallowing, he wiped his mouth unhurriedly and said:

"Find a place closer to you."

This tofu tastes pretty good.

Didn't she teach in a small town in Sichuan? He looked at that place, it was remote, but it was also really beautiful, with colorful leaves in autumn, towering cliffs, and very close to Daocheng Yading.

If I just left like this, I'm afraid I don't know when I will come here again.

Just come here, get better, and go better.

Xu Weiran raised his eyebrows slightly: "Are you sure?"

The environment on their side, although said... clean is clean, but it is relatively remote and the facilities are very simple. Can he adapt?

"Then how are you going to help me take care of this arm?"

He looked down at his plastered and bandaged hand and asked.

Xu Weiran: "..."

She was silent for a moment, and finally agreed, because taking care of him here is indeed less convenient and more expensive.

In the end, she decided to take him back and find him a quieter and more comfortable place to live. After she finished the meal, she went to see him again and tried not to delay each other.

Two days later, Cheng Dongyuan rented a car and went to that remote village.

The car passed through the road between the woods. The ground was uneven and a little bumpy. After ten minutes of such a journey, his face turned pale, but fortunately he finally reached the destination smoothly.

In the woods of midsummer, from time to time, the wild croaking.

And that destination is also the end of the mountain and forest path, where it suddenly opens up, and houses are scattered high and low, most of them made of wood.

Behind it is the woods, and in front is the endless terraces. The winding terraces are cascading and lingering, which is particularly beautiful against the surrounding woods.

It was almost late in the evening, and the sky in the distance was red, and it seemed to be filled with mists, hazy and clear, like the beauty of ink painting.

His residence is on the plain above all of this. There is a wooden house. This is a place specially for some tourists to live in, so the view is excellent.

The house is not big or small, about fifty or sixty square meters. In front of the house there are some dry firewood collected in the woods. I don't know how long it has been left.

The house is a Japanese sliding door. After Cheng Dongyuan walked to the door, he couldn't help but toss the corner of his lips lightly when he looked at the bunch of red dried chilies hanging on the eaves of the door.

Then he opened the door to both sides. It was not empty inside, but it seemed to be unoccupied for a while, and the wooden floor was a little dusty.

He didn’t go in for a while, and the driver left his luggage after he got down. He sat on the doorstep alone, looking at the terraces in the distance. The setting sun and the smoke of several houses, he couldn’t help feeling from his coat pocket. Take out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter.

Not to mention, the place she was looking for was really good.

Fortunately, he did not miss it.

He and the girl didn't come together, but she should be coming soon. He just got here and she said that she would come to help him pack things because of his physical inconvenience.

A bicycle was passing through the forest path, and the midsummer wind was still hot.

Her hair was floating in the wind, and she saw that scene when she rushed to him.