After she died, Mr. Bo knelt in front of the tombstone and cried like a dog.

After celebrating the New Year in Cancun, Mexico, Xiao Yan took Ye Xiaowu back to Southeast Asia.

Winters in Southeast Asia are still warm.

At the Jing'en Temple on the top of Bairi Mountain, pilgrims come in and out of the temple sporadically.

Xiao Yan and Ye Xiaowu stood side by side in front of the hall, holding incense high. Amid the smoke of incense, the Vajra glared angrily and the Bodhisattva lowered his brows.

After inserting the incense into the incense burner.

He looked up at the Bodhisattva, and Ye Xiaowu glanced at him sideways.

Xiao Yan was a man who neither believed in nor respected gods and Buddhas. His usually nonchalant and indifferent eyes now showed a hint of solemnity.

Ye Xiaowu couldn't help but wonder: "What wish did you make to the Buddha just now?"

He looked at her and said with a half-seriously teasing smile: "Thank you, Buddha, for returning you to me."

Ye Xiaowu's heart was moved.

Xiao Yan received a call from Lao Ying. It was probably about trivial matters at the plantation in Tansitaro Town, so he went out to answer the phone.

Ye Xiaowu kowtowed three times devoutly in front of the temple.

Looking up again, I saw many eternal lamps in front of the Buddha statue.

The eternal lamp can be lit for the deceased to guide and comfort the soul, and can also be used as a blessing for the living.

She stood up and called a monk, wanting to offer a lamp to Xiao Yan as well, hoping that he could turn the bad luck into good luck and live a long life.

After paying the incense money and looking for a place to place the incense in front of the shrine, her eyes swept across an inconspicuous wooden sign with a name engraved on it that she was very familiar with.

Little five.

My heart was shaken.

This can't be a coincidence.

When she was in a daze, the monk standing beside her called her in a gentle voice: "Donor Ye, place the lamp on the shrine and light it with incense."

Ye Xiaowu came back to his senses, gently placed the eternal lamp in his hand next to Xiao Xiaowu, lit the lamp, and saw that there was not much incense oil left in Xiao Xiaowu's lamp.

She ordered another one.

The monk asked, "Does Donor Ye know this Xiao Xiaowu?"

A slight wrinkle appeared in her heart, "I am Xiao Xiaowu's mother."

The monk suddenly realized and kindly said, "This lamp was donated by Xiao Xiaowu's father."

Ye Xiaowu bowed respectfully to the monk and said, "Thank you, Master."

Coming out of the hall, Xiao Yan was lazily leaning against the stone railing listening to the phone. When he saw Ye Xiaowu coming over, his other empty hand naturally opened.

The moment she saw Xiao Yan's figure, the waves that had just risen in her heart surged up again like a tide, and her eyes became hot.

Her normal walking speed turned into a jog as she ran towards him.

Ye Xiaowu threw herself into his arms and was held by him with one hand. Before Xiao Yan finished his call and explained the matter to Old Eagle, he put his arm around her shoulders and pinched her face.

She didn't respond, instead she rubbed her face directly into his chest and wrapped her arms around his waist a little tighter.

Seeing her dependence, Xiao Yan raised the corners of his lips slightly and said to the other end of the phone: "Ask the parents of the child who stole the fruit to work for the plantation for a day for free."

The eagle asked, "Where is the child?"

Xiao Yan: "You are not allowed to take the fruit away, and the child is released."

According to the rules they had set before, anyone who stole fruit would be shot no matter who it was or how many he stole.

What is valuable is not the fruit, but the absolute monopoly right.

But he was in a good mood as he got married recently, so he just considered releasing the animals as a way to accumulate merit for himself.

After hanging up the phone, Ye Xiaowu, who was buried in his chest, didn't move.

It's fucking weird.

Xiao Yan said with a tut of anger: "What are you doing, Ye Xiaowu? Are you looking for excitement by relying on me?"

"..."

Ye Xiaowu rubbed his slightly wet eyes on his shirt, and when he looked up again, he had returned to normal: "Who's looking for excitement, Xiao Yan, why are you so shy!"

She let go of him and walked forward.

Xiao Yan grabbed her arm, smiled and pulled her back into his arms.

Ye Xiaowu glared at him, "Who just mentioned the Buddhist Pure Land?"

Xiao Yan raised his eyebrows and said in a confused manner: "I've already hugged you, so what if I hold you for a little longer?"

After burning incense at Jing'en Temple and getting in the car, Xiao Yan was leaning over to fasten Ye Xiaowu's seat belt. As he got closer, Ye Xiaowu held his face with both hands and kissed him from behind.

The tip of her tongue thrust in to hook him, so proactive.

Xiao Yan was stunned for a moment, inserted his long fingers into her hair and held her head, kissing her back for a while, their noses touching, their hot and sticky breaths lingering, Xiao Yan pecked her lips again: "What's wrong? Huh?"

Ye Xiaowu shook his head, hugged his neck with both hands, and pressed his chest against his chest, "I just suddenly miss you a little bit."

When Xiao Yan heard these words, they were self-evident.

He pinched her waist with his big hands, his eyes filled with ambiguous teasing and lust: "I'm right beside you, do you miss me?"

"Tell me clearly, what do you miss about me?"

"No, I didn't think about anything."

She kind of regretted hooking up with him just now, as the consequences of hooking up with him were serious.

But seeing him giving the little five-point lamp to the little one, I couldn't help feeling sad. I felt so sad that I wanted to hug him, or even do something more intense to comfort him.

Xiao Yan didn't believe her frivolous tricks, and smiled seductively: "You weren't thinking about anything? You weren't thinking about me, why did you stick out your tongue just now? You weren't thinking about me, you just wanted to have sex, right?"

He kept talking dirty, making her neck feel hot. She avoided his gaze for a moment and whispered, "I didn't. Xiao Yan... I want to hug you for a while."

The second half of the sentence was a little more vague, like a coquettish tone.

It's not that easy to hug her. He patted her waist with his big hand, raised his eyebrows and said, "It's not easy to hug in the front, go to the back seat."

Ye Xiaowu was still thinking about Xiao Xiaowu, and was a little confused. He muttered, "No need to be so troublesome. I'll just hold him for a while."

Xiao Yan was not happy, "You're almost breaking my waist if you hold me like this."

What kind of hug is this? What's the point of such a simple hug?

Ye Xiaowu: "Then I won't hug you anymore."

Xiao Yan didn't respond, but got out of the car directly, walked around the front of the car, opened the passenger door, and stretched out his hand to her: "Get down."

Ye Xiaowu: "Why are you getting off the car?"

He casually said, "Look at the scenery."

Their car happened to be parked on a mountain path. Not far away there was a small flat observation deck. Looking down, the entire Nanyang was in sight.

Ye Xiaowu said "Oh", unbuckled his seat belt and got out of the car. As soon as his feet touched the ground, Xiao Yan pulled him into his arms. The front door slammed shut, and his lower back tightened, and his kiss followed.

He held her with one hand and opened the back door with the other, pushing her into the back seat.

As soon as the back door was closed, Xiao Yan became even more presumptuous. He held the person on his lap and they entangled each other in lips and tongue. Ye Xiaowu could hardly breathe.

He was not gentle, but always turbulent, which stirred up mist in her eyes.

Her fingertips touched the prickly short hair on the back of his neck, and her voice trembled: "Well... aren't we here to enjoy the scenery?"

There was a dark current in his eyes, and he looked playful: "Aren't you watching?"

The scenery in front of him attracted him more than the scenery outside the car.

Ye Xiaowu put his hands on his shoulders, trying to push him away but unable to, "Someone will pass by..."

He showed no mercy, "When you were about to hug me, you tried hard to provoke me, now just bear with it."

She whimpered softly, "Ugh... liar! What kind of hug is that!"

He closed his big hand, completely encircling her waist, and shook her legs up in a wicked and evil way, "Are you sure it doesn't count? Tsk, Ye Xiaogou, I didn't expect you to have such a big appetite. Isn't it enough to hold such a meaty thing?"

"How about something more meaty?"

"..."

It's so fucking bad.

A sound almost escaped from his throat, and Ye Xiaowu opened his mouth and bit his shoulder.

The roof of the car was shaded by lush trees, the weather was gloomy, there were very few pilgrims, and dark clouds were pressing down in the sky not far away.

Ye Xiaowu groaned: "Xiao Yan...it's going to rain soon."

Speaking of rain, he thought of his umbrella, which seemed to be in the storage compartment in front.

To be honest, he didn't want to wear it, but before, when he didn't wear it, Ye Xiaowu would make a fuss and would ignore him for three days, which was quite annoying.

The word "it's raining" seems like a reminder.

Xiao Yan patted her thigh, and said in a low, magnetic voice filled with lust, dissatisfied yet indulgent: "I'll go get it, okay."

Ye Xiaowu hugged his neck, his misty eyes a little blurry, "What do you want?"