Beating someone alive, let alone a seven- or eight-year-old child, even Rong Zhuo would have nightmares when he saw it at his age. He couldn't imagine how helpless and scared Yu Jingdu would be at that time.

"Afterwards, I seemed to be frightened and had a fever. I didn't get better after being ill for several days, so my family sent me to Qingyin Temple." Yu Jingdu said.

"Then, after you lived here, are you still afraid?"

"I was a little scared at first, but it got better later." Yu Jingdu said and led him to a stone platform in the backyard.

He reached out and touched under the stone platform, and found a small wooden square box, but the square box was empty when opened.

"I didn't have any friends when I was young, so I would write something on paper when I had something on my mind, and then put it in this wooden box." Yu Jingdu said: "Every once in a while, I would check the letter I put in by myself, and then Write back to yourself."

He said it lightly, but Rong Zhuo felt very sad when he heard it.

At that time, Yu Jingdu was clearly at the age to be accompanied, but he could only express his thoughts in this way.

For Jingdu, this small wooden box should be an existence similar to a "tree hole", right?

"You are the only one who knows about the wooden box except me." Yu Jingdu put the wooden box back and said, "In the future, if we are separated for some reason, if you want to talk to me, you will not be able to find it. I can write to me."

"I might as well send you a letter directly to Xun Huan Lou." Rong Zhuo said with a smile.

He only cared about the wooden box, but completely ignored the mystery in Yu Jingdu's words.

For the next few days, the two stayed in the monastery.

Rong Zhuo would meditate with the monks every day, and in his spare time, he would follow Yu Jingdu to help out in the vegetable field in the back mountain.

For the first few days, Rong Zhuo would still have nightmares at night.

But gradually, he had fewer nightmares at night.

At the same time, the injuries on Rong Zhuo's body were almost healed.

On the afternoon of the first day of deciding to return to the capital, Yu Jingdu took Rong Zhuo to the top of the mountain to watch the sunset.

The afterglow of the setting sun shrouded the mountains, rocks, vegetation, and the two people sitting side by side on the top of the mountain.

Yu Jingdu watched the sun in the distance a little bit into the horizon, and couldn't help turning his head to look at the young man beside him.

The wound on the other side's face was barely discernible, leaving only a shallow imprint.

But he still couldn't help raising his hand to touch the scar lightly, and asked, "Does it still hurt?"

"It's all better, of course it doesn't hurt anymore." Rong Zhuo smiled.

Yu Jingdu brushed his side face with his fingertips, and then lightly stroked the scar on his eyebrows.

It won't take long for these marks to completely fade away.

The boy's face will still be as delicate and beautiful as before.

"Go back?" Rong Zhuo asked Yu Jingdu as he watched the sun disappear completely.

"Stay a little longer, and lean on me when you're tired." Yu Jingdu said.

Hearing this, Rong Zhuo leaned his head on his shoulder and yawned.

Yu Jingdu silently looked at the distant mountain that was gradually sinking into darkness, until the young man beside him's breathing gradually became even, and then he got up and carried the person on his back.

Rong Zhuo had already woken up from his torment, but he still lay on his back with peace of mind as if he had lost his bones.

"You're carrying me like this, it feels like my brother!" Rong Zhuo said in his ear.

"Do you have a brother?" Yu Jingdu asked, "Or Duan Zheng?"

"Neither." Rong Zhuo said, "It's just a feeling, not a specific person. I was very lonely when I was young, and I would envy when other children had older brothers, thinking that it would be nice if I had a younger brother to accompany me. Later, when I grew up, I realized that even if I hoped, I should hope for a younger brother or sister, how could I hope for a brother?"

When Yu Jingdu heard the words, he couldn't help but make up the scene of Rong Zhuo, who was still a small dumpling, sitting at the door looking forward to his brother.

"If you have fewer brothers, you will feel lonely, but having more brothers may not be a good thing." Yu Jingdu said.

For so many years, he has often fallen into the hands of his own brothers. If he is allowed to choose, he naturally wants to be an only child, so that at least he does not need to be on guard day and night for a brother to harm him.

"Qingshi, how old are you than me?" Rong Zhuo asked him.

"What do you ask this for?"

"Let's worship the handle, shall we?" Rong Zhuo thought of himself happily and said, "If you worship the handle, you will be my elder brother, and I will be your younger brother, so that after I fall off the list next spring, we don't have to keep the current situation. It's a relationship, and it's worthy of being brothers!"

Yu Jingdu:  …

This little dude really wants to come out.

Rong Zhuo's enthusiasm for worshiping the handle continued until he fell asleep.

Yu Jingdu couldn't figure out why the other party Hao Duan Duan suddenly wanted to worship him, but Rong Zhuo's idea was actually very simple, he just wanted to realize his "dream of worshipping the master" when he was in elementary school.

How about a second-year middle schooler who never thought of asking someone to kowtow when he was ignorant?

After Yu Jingdu waited for Rong Zhuo to fall asleep, he went to see Wuyun again.

Wuyun has been dealing with Rong Zhuo a lot in the temple these days, and he has already become an old acquaintance.

"Going?" Wuyun asked him.

"Well, go back to the capital tomorrow morning."

"Go back, although this Qingyin Temple is good, it is not a place for you to escape from the world." Wuyun looked at him and said: "Since the decision has been made, don't worry about gains and losses."

"Sixth uncle, nephew just doesn't know whether this decision is right or wrong." Yu Jingdu said.

"If you think about what the result you want most, it will be clear if you are right or wrong."

"Everything has a certain number. If you are young, don't be attached." Wuyun said again: "It's the same sentence, you can't avoid it, and it shouldn't be yours, you can't keep it."

Yu Jingdu was silent for a while after hearing the words, wondering if he had figured it out.