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After Jiang Chengli and Ji Xun separated, they were lonely for two days. After packing up their things, they left without telling anyone.

The plane was his own private jet, mortgaged to a bank, and it was the last time he could fly.

Jiang Chengli's face can be regarded as a well-known person. In order to avoid being recognized by others, he deliberately chose the remote city K when buying a house.

After getting off the plane, Jiang Chengli wore a scarf, casually found a street noodle restaurant to eat a bowl of hot noodle soup, put on a mask and found a minibus to K city.

The minibus is not equipped with air-conditioning and the doors and windows are leaking. Most of the people sitting in the bus are locals who go shopping together in the city. They chat with the driver in local dialect. People said that the laughter also stopped abruptly.

Jiang Chengli was quite uncomfortable, and consciously found a seat in the last row against the eyes of everyone.

The heat from the bowl of noodles dissipated long ago, Jiang Chengli staggered and fell asleep, and finally the driver woke him up when he reached his destination.

City K is an ancient city, and the house Jiang Chengli bought is located in one of the ancient towns, where multiple ethnic groups live and travel is not well developed, and most of the residents are middle-aged and elderly people.

Jiang Chengli got off the minibus with the suitcase, and took the first step. What caught his eyes was the bluestone slabs covered with snow, and the empty alley. The cold and damp silence seemed to wrap around him.

Jiang Chengli heaved a sigh of relief and went to take out his mobile phone. The temporary gloves on the road got in the way, so he had to push the box to the wall first, and took off the gloves with trembling hands, revealing a pair of stiff and red hands.

With great difficulty, he took out his mobile phone and walked all the way along the map until his legs became stiff, but finally he walked into a winding dead end.

Seeing that the sky was getting dark and Jiang Chengli was afraid he would sleep on the street if he couldn't find a house, he knocked on the door of a house to ask for information, but after waiting for 2 minutes, no one came to open the door, and there was no light through the crack of the door.

Jiang Chengli had no choice but to knock on another house, but no one came after waiting for a long time. He knocked all over the alley, but none of them opened.

The alley was damp and cold, and there was no light at the door of the house, and it was completely dark.

It was as if someone used an eraser to wipe away all the traces of people around here.

It's an empty alley.

Standing in front of the last family's door with cold hands and feet, Jiang Chengli regretted that he didn't pay the driver of the minibus directly to help deliver the head to the door.

He has never been separated from Ji Xun in the past six months, and he has always hugged each other. This is the first time he has gone out and lived on the street alone, and he has never met a living person.

Jiang Chengli knocked on the door of the last family, "Knock, Knock, Knock" three times, and the last one fell, and an aunt in the door answered.

Jiang Chengli almost cried with joy.

After the aunt opened the door, the warm yellow light shone on him, and Jiang Chengli felt alive.

It's just that he encountered another problem, he and his aunt couldn't understand the language.

The aunt spoke the dialect of City K, and she spoke so fast that Jiang Chengli didn't understand a single word.

But fortunately, the aunt was literate, so Jiang Chengli took out a map drawn by her from the aunt who even made gestures and guesses.

My aunt was very happy to hear that he was going to live here. It basically means that there are few of them, and the young people go out to work in big cities, leaving only the older ones like them.

Jiang Chengli thanked her repeatedly, and wanted to give the money to the aunt but she would not accept it, so she dug out a handicraft from the box and gave it to her.

The aunt was a little embarrassed, but finally accepted it.

Jiang Chengli went out of his aunt's house, twisted and twisted with the map, and realized that he and his house were actually very close, but was blocked by a wall, and finally made a big circle, passing through seven or eight alleys The two bridges finally reached the door of the house.

This street is quite popular, there is a cart selling snacks not far away, Jiang Chengli went to buy two.

Before Jiang Chengli bought this house, it had already been redecorated, all the furniture was replaced with new ones, and all the daily necessities were available, so he could live right away as long as he moved in.

Jiang Chengli took out the key and opened the door. Inside was a tidy small yard covered with cobblestones, and then a two-story building made of brick and wood.

He turned on the light in the room first, ate his meal, took a quick shower, went to the bedroom on the second floor and fell asleep.

As a result, he developed a fever the next day.

After running around all day yesterday, Jiang Chengli woke up in the morning with pain all over his body, covered with a thick quilt and blowing warm wind, but still shivering from the cold.

Jiang Chengli couldn't sleep, and even though the house had all the necessities, there was still no medicine.

He got out of bed and searched around but found nothing. He was so sore that he almost couldn't even go back to the bedroom. He got under the quilt and never had the courage to go out again.

Jiang Chengli could only hope that he would feel better after falling asleep and sweating all over, but the neighbor next door didn't know what he was doing, and the thunderbolt palm would not stop for a while.

He wanted to sleep and couldn't sleep, and he carried it all day in a drowsy state, until the evening fell, and the next door finally stopped.

Only then did Jiang Chengli feel that his swollen brain was slightly better, and he forced himself to get out of bed and boiled a pot of hot water to drink, and he didn't even touch his stuttering.

Just as he was about to take a nap and maybe feel better, there was a knock on the door.