Yang Muqing never understood the taste of "hometown timidity", he thought that for ordinary people, no matter whether they were happy or not when they went home, they would not be timid, and they would not be timid, and they would not do something wrong. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Since he was very young, he has never had a home in the real sense, his second uncle's house is not his home, the orphanage of Hearts is not his home, the school he attended is not his home, the few small companies he has worked for are not his home, and the small house he has rented is not his home......

As for asking the Spiritual Place—

He understood very well that he was just an employee of the Ask Spirit, and he didn't stay long at the Ask Spirit.

But on the way back, he really felt what kind of tormenting emotions "homesickness" was, and every time he took a step closer to the place where he thought about it day and night, the unwarranted panic would soak his will, so much so that he endured the thought of getting off the train several times.

This "retreat cultivation" was not as uneventful as he imagined, he almost became Mr. Ziwu's flower fertilizer, and because of Yuan Su's divination, he had a heart barrier, and it seemed that he would not be able to embark on the journey home if he was one step shorter.

Only his heart can't deceive people, and when he came out of the Soul Asking House with Bodhizi, he never thought that he would leave completely, so no matter what he went through now, he will not really come back again.

There is a kind of person who never allows himself to lose faith in the person he cares about.

He had been gone for forty-seven days, which was already past a month, and Murong Cao did not call to ask him why he did not return on time, nor did he call Murong Cao to inform him that he was about to return.

It's not that he doesn't want to fight, he hasn't heard her voice for a long time.

It's not that he can't fight, and even Bodhi can't interfere with what he decides.

But he didn't have to fight, because he knew that he could go back at any time in that place.

There was a woman there that he couldn't see through, needed him, and waited for him to return.

This is his belief, his persistence, and his value.

It is not a pompous triumphant return, but the return of a wanderer.

It's still the subway, it's the exit station, it's the direction of purpose.

It was the late autumn season, the weather was unusually comfortable, even at two o'clock in the afternoon, when it was the hottest time of the day, Yang Muqing did not sweat a little, and there was no trace of impetuousness on his body, his hair grew a lot, although it was not as long as when he first saw Murong Cao, it was already slightly covered his eyes, blocking his gaze that was a little hotter than before.

He didn't rush up to the second floor, first went to the snack bar downstairs and ordered a bowl of beef ramen without coriander, then went to a barber shop around the corner to cut his hair shorter, and then went to a brand men's clothing store on the next street to buy a brand new light cyan shirt to change into, until he felt that his state had adjusted to a relatively normal state, and his excitement had gradually calmed down, so he dragged his slightly bulky suitcase and calmly picked up the stairs to go upstairs.

The European-style white wooden door gradually approached, and he seemed to have crossed the wooden door and saw the bright smiling face behind the door.

My heart suddenly quickened a few beats, and a slightly warm current passed by.

Ah, I'm back.

Are you okay?

Got into trouble? Did you eat well? Do you have...... Miss me a little bit......

He reached out, and instead of digging for the key in his pocket, he knocked on the door.

Like a first-time visitor, he knocked lightly three times.

A minute passed, and there was no movement in the wooden door, thinking that Murong Cao might still be taking a nap at this time, he took a deep breath and pressed the doorbell.

The sound of the doorbell echoed several times from the inside out, but still no one answered the door.

It seems that it is not.

The key slipped into the keyhole tightly, clicked, and opened.

Yang Muqing slowly pushed the door open, and the dust floating in the air swept lightly in front of his nose and eyes, making him can't help but sneeze a little.

He frowned slightly, glanced around, and walked around the living room, not only confirming that Murong Cao was indeed not there, but also that he hadn't been here much these days, let alone cleaned it properly, on the floor, on the coffee table, on the sofa, on the TV...... are covered with a light layer of dust.

A large carmine bed was added to the "hearth" that had always been idle, and there were several strange-looking Grim Reaper dolls on the bed, one of which was a skull skeleton.

If you don't guess wrong, this is what Murong Cao prepared for Bodhizi, and only he has such a strange taste.

The fridge was almost empty, except for a few cartons of milk that had expired.

In an instant, Yang Muqing's heart was a little relaxed, a little helpless, and a little sour.

The remaining seven points are loneliness.

Because he thought of Murong Cao's time when he was alone in the spiritual center, he saw such a deserted scene.

He has always been accustomed to enduring loneliness, but he thinks that Murong Cao should be a person who has nothing to do with loneliness.

So as long as he is contaminated, it is still because of him, and there is a trace of indescribable regret in his heart.

He placed the suitcase in the corner of his room, pulled out a sketchpad and stuffed it into the bottom drawer.

On the rustic drawing board there was a stack of white paper that had been drawn, and on those white sheets of paper were all depicted a part, the eyes, nose, lips, eyebrows, hands, ...... handled it very carefully, so much so that Bodhizi watched him draw in his spare time every day, purely as if he was practicing his brush.

- If he looked at it a few more patiently, he might be able to find that every part of the painting belonged to Murong Cao.

Yang Muqing no longer hesitated and dialed Murong Cao's number.

The phone was quickly answered, and it rang.

From Murong Cao's voice, he heard the most genuine happiness.

"You're back?!"

"Hmm."

"Hey, you're finally willing to come back, I'm bored these days."

"Where are you?"

"I'm 'talking', my senior brother here, you know where it is, right?"

"I know."

"Then you come and pick me up, I didn't drive here, the car keys are next to the vase in the entrance."

"Okay, come on."

There were no superfluous words, no pretentious shouting, everything was so natural, as if he just went out to buy a grocery.

Yang Muqing hung up the phone with a smile, thinking, this is probably the taste of going home......