August 3rd. In the afternoon of the same day, on the sea.

A luxury yacht is speeding west.

On the sofa on the upper deck, Miyaaibe and Andre were drinking beer and singing.

Li Qiutong was wearing a white wide-brimmed sunglasses and a white dress and leaning on the sofa opposite, her feet were coiled to one side, holding her ankles with one hand and supporting her head diagonally with the other, looking into the distance, and her long black hair fluttering under the sea breeze, which was moving.

Miyaai Ibe looked at Li Qiutong with slightly drunken eyes, and probed into Andre's ear, "You often accompany such a beauty, do you have any heartbeat?" ”

Andre shook his head and smiled, "That's what makes me better than you." We French men are not only romantic, but also principled. I love women, but I make a clear distinction between business and life, and there should be no personal feelings involved in doing business. She's my business partner and a friend I respect, and she's what I brought and I'm responsible for protecting her. As a good brother, I must warn you not to think anything about her. ”

"Hehe, Andrei, are you scolding me, am I a boring rascal? I agree with what you said. Come, for the sake of the man's principle, a toast! ”

Three hours later, the yacht finally arrived at Dorje Island.

Dorje Island is not large, the whole island covers an area of about 30 square kilometers, and the island is covered with lush trees. Flocks of seabirds hover in the treetops, a haven for seabirds. With clean beaches, abrupt reefs, white waves, crystal clear waters, and pleasant scenery, this is a paradise that has not been stained with red dust.

Yachts are moored at the marina, and this small island was originally uninhabited, with no inhabitants, only a few simple wooden houses built on the island by some fishermen to make it easier to rest when they go out to fish. As early as the early post-war period, Yukio Miyai bought the island and became the private domain of the Miyai family, and later slowly built some houses and docks. The pier is built into the sea with cement piles, panels laid with antiseptic wood, and another larger yacht and several speedboats are moored in the pier.

The Miyaaibu yacht was docked at the pier, and two dock attendants took the cable and secured the boat together with the sailors who jumped off the yacht. Miyaaibe stepped off the boat with a large metal birdcage and handed it to a waiter, two white-feathered sunflower cockatoos he had brought for his grandfather. Andre stepped onto the dock, turned around and handed her hand to Li Qiutong, and helped her off the yacht. As they walked towards the island, Li Qiutong looked around, paying attention to memorizing the direction of this pier.

After leaving the beach, they entered the woods, and Miyaaibe led the group up the stairs to begin the climb. The mountains are not high, and there are no major roads, just rocky paths that have been formed naturally over the years, with dense woods on both sides and a few small streams flowing through them. Everyone breathed the moist and fresh air on the island, and they were not in a hurry, strolling through the primeval mountains and forests while enjoying the original scenery. The two parrots brought to the island also fluttered their wings excitedly when they heard the chirping of the birds in the forest.

After walking for about half an hour, the group came to the top of the hill and overlooked the entire Dorje Island. They were located at the highest point on the island, and from here the mountain gradually descended to the northeast to the beach pier, which was a gentle slope with a depth of only a few meters, and the current was gentle, perfect for building a pier, from where they had just climbed the island. The west and south sides of the island are steep and steep, and they are basically cliffs that plunge straight into the sea, with a depth of 20 or 30 meters, strong winds and waves, and strong currents. Everyone walked to a simple wooden pavilion on the top of the mountain to rest, Miyaai Ibe was in a good mood, and introduced the topography of Dorje Island to Andre and Li Qiutong, "You see, there are two mountains on this island from east to west, and the highest mountain we are on now is also Dongshan, and the name is Dorjee Mountain." The west mountain over there is called Pingfeng Mountain. The valley sandwiched in between is called the Soul Mound, where my grandfather lived. "You see, the houses on the top of the southernmost hill jutting out of the sea are Grandpa's residence." ”

Li Qiutong asked, "Returning to the Soul Tomb?" Who came up with this name? ”

"This island was originally a nameless island, and my grandfather bought it before I called it Dorje Island, and these two mountains were also named after my grandfather. He used to say that when he died, he would be buried on the hillside in the middle, and I think that's why it's called the 'Soul Returning Tomb'. In fact, since five years ago, my grandfather has been living here and refuses to return to Sutian. ”

Everyone rested for a while and continued to set off, descending from the highest Dorjee Mountain to the Soul Returning Tomb. Although it resembles a valley, it is a small raised hillside, sandwiched between the peaks on both sides, the natural barriers on both sides block the wind, the valley is humid and warm, so the trees grow exceptionally tall and luxuriant, and the top of the soul mound is a flat slope that extends due south beyond the shelter of the mountains on the left and right, and protrudes from the sea.

After more than half an hour, everyone finally walked to the residence of the grandfather on the soul mound. Several pavilions are built on the slope because of the mountain, the pavilions are not high, most of them are two-story structures, hidden in dense green trees and gray rocks, some of which are difficult to detect if you do not get closer. These man-made structures are delicate but understated, completely integrated into the embrace of nature, so harmonious and intimate, just as these houses were originally grown in the mountains.

Among them, there is a house built facing south and back to north is the largest one on this mountain, the main building built facing south is two floors, a plaque is hung high on the gatehouse, and there are three Chinese characters "Guanxin Yuan" written on it. Behind the main building, a courtyard surrounded by the mountain was built, the main wooden beams and wooden structures of all the houses were dark brown, the doors and windows were inlaid with hollow carved grilles, the white silk cloth doors and windows were fresh and breathable, the whole building was like an old monk in the deep mountains, the vicissitudes of life were simple, the wind and rain of the world were penetrated, and the demeanor revealed a comfortable and peaceful attitude towards the world, telling the life perception that everything is empty.

After passing a road made of large stones, Miyaai Ibu led everyone to the front of this "Kanshin Garden", and a waiter at the door bowed deeply to everyone and led everyone into the house. As soon as you enter the hall, there is a big character hanging on the middle hall, which is the word "meditation", under this word is a black strip and two black and shiny wooden chairs, there is no furniture in addition, the room is spotless, a few rays of light obliquely come in, elegant and quiet.

Miyaaibe asked the waiter, "What about Grandpa?" ”

"The lord is in the backyard."

"Who's with him?"

"The master likes to be quiet, we don't bother him if we have nothing to do, and Mr. Tanaka has always accompanied the master."

Tanaka's name is Tanaka Kaiji, a servant who has followed Yukio Miyai since he was a child, only five years younger than his master, and Yukio Miyaai treats him like a brother.

Miyaaibe led Andre and Li Qiutong through the side door of the hall into the back courtyard, where they first stepped on a white quartz sand field and then connected to a lawn planted with a few pine trees and a few begonia flowers. On the east and west sides of the courtyard are wooden cloisters, which are hung or placed with large metal bird cages and parrot stands. Each bird cage or shelf has one or two parrots of various colors. On a plank-paved terrace, an old man with gray hair sat in a wheelchair and spoke without saying a word to another old man sitting on a wooden chair next to him.