In the first year of Zhao Xining of Song Shenzong (1068), the mourning period of the Su brothers expired.

Su Zizhan erected a temple with a statue of his father and four extremely precious Buddha statues. Later, he remarried his deceased wife's cousin Wang Yanzhi as his wife.

After doing these things, Su Zizhan decided to move his family to Jinjing, which was his third trip to Jingshi.

Su Zizhan never thought at this time that this would be the last time he would be close to this piece of land where he was born and raised.

Thousands of miles away in the capital, a fierce struggle between the old and new parties has begun.

The ups and downs of this struggle will bring him a turbulent and unpredictable life, making him unable to extricate himself, and he will never have the opportunity to return to his hometown and pursue his old dreams.

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Xiao Chaoyun was in the Xiangcue kitchen, leaning against the wall, crying, tired, and fell asleep.

No one knows.

Before you know it, an afternoon has passed.

Chaoyun quietly looked at the ground dyed red by the setting sun, motionless.

"Chaoyun - Chaoyun - where are you? Auntie is here to pick you up. Chaoyun - little Chaoyun - "

Suddenly, there was a call, from far and near.

Chaoyun was stunned for a moment, and then remembered that her senior brother had notified the county welfare institute to pick her up.

Xiao Chaoyun moved his head and wanted to respond, but found that his throat was so hoarse that he couldn't make a sound. I raised my hand, but I found that my whole body was soft and I couldn't exert my strength.

This feeling of powerlessness is here again.

The eyelids are getting heavier......

"Oh, this kid...... How do I sleep here, what do I do if I catch a cold......"

After some time, a figure picked her up.

"I won't leave ......," Chaoyun muttered, breaking away from her embrace.

"Okay, let you down......" Auntie didn't hear Xiao Chaoyun's words clearly. Auntie will take you back, okay? ”

As he spoke, he took Chaoyun's hand, Chaoyun didn't think about it, and directly broke away from her hand.

The aunt didn't say anything, just smiled with a little pity.

Xiao Chaoyun walked alone and walked out of the temple. The aunt followed quietly behind her.

Xiao Chaoyun suddenly turned his head and looked at the temple where he had lived for nine years, his eyes red. Chaoyun hurriedly looked up, but saw the full moon.

"The moon is very round today."

"Yes, it's fifteen." The aunt behind her heard it and responded softly.

For some reason, looking at the back of the little man, there was a trace of loneliness and desolation.