He had injuries to his feet, but fortunately he didn't hurt his muscles and bones. He was discharged from the hospital the day before, but he couldn't land for a short time.

Fortunately, Wen Shiqing was also thoughtful. It took two hours to travel from Dongping to Jiangcheng. During this period, Jiang had gone down and bounced around the service area except when he was passing through the service area.Carry it back to the car.

When he arrived in Jiangcheng, Jiang was already looking at the plaque of Jiangcheng standing on the side of the road, and he was in a daze.For a moment, wondered whether this was reality or a dream.

He could return to this place one day.

Jiang already pinched himself, hissing in pain.

Wen Shiqing patted his paw lightly: "Stupid?"

Jiang Ji looked at him in a daze, turned his head after a while, and put his head on the edge of the window, the wind blowing gently outside was blowing on his face, and he finally found his voice.

"Uncle Wen, do you think this world really exists?"

He seemed to have nothing to say.

Wen Shiqing frowned slightly, and turned to look at him, like an elder dealing with a child's naive doubts: "Of course it exists. Why do you think about it?"

Jiang Ji looked at the receding trees outside, fell into depression, and complained calmly: "But sometimes I always feel that my fate is clearly arranged by a pair of hands, everything is unfair, and everything is difficult to do."

Wen Shiqing didn't speak this time.

He only raised his chin slightly, leaned back, and leaned on the back of the chair, with a gentle and low voice: "Do you believe in gods and Buddhas?"

Jiang Ji groaned, and turned to look at him in confusion, not understanding why he said this.

Jiang already thought for a while and replied, "I believe it."

Perhaps it is because of the presence of gods and Buddhas that he can be given a chance to change his fate against the sky, and can let him see the ending he has at a glance.

Wen Shiqing's eyes drooped, and the smile didn't reach his eyes.

His hand was raised slightly, and it fell on top of Jiang Ji's head, as if to comfort the lost boy.He gently rubbed his hair with his palm, as gentle as water.

"Xiao Jiang, don't believe in gods and Buddhas, believe in me."

Although gentle and firm.

Jiang Ji was stunned for a moment, turned his head away, sullenly: "Why do you believe in Uncle Wen, can you gain eternal life if you believe in Uncle Wen?"

Wen Shiqing laughed sullenly: "I can't get eternal life, but a living person in front of me is better than an invisible, intangible, and useless god and Buddha."

"I only know that Xiaojiang's journey was not going well, but with me, it seems that nothing happened to you."

He mercilessly exposed one of the secrets Jiang Ji was trying to hide.

Jiang Ji froze all over, not daring to look at Wen Shiqing, his fingers trembled.

I was negligent.

Wen Shiqing is very smart and sensitive.

No subtle movement could be hidden from his eyes.

His voice was dry and hoarse, "How does Uncle Wen know?"

I couldn't hide it at first, and there will be more and more flaws after staying for a long time.He didn't want to hide it anymore.

Wen Shiqing closed his eyes, and the wind outside the window blew into the car, messing up the fine strands of hair on his forehead.

He adjusted his sitting posture and folded his hands in front of him: "You didn't intend to hide it from me, did you?"

Jiang was at a loss for words, he didn't expect Wen Shiqing to know.

He didn't dare to speak any more, and even breathed lightly, for fear of disturbing Wen Shiqing, and more flaws would be exposed later.

Both of them stopped talking, and the car fell silent instantly. Jiang Ji tried his best to ignore the weird atmosphere, twisted his buttocks, and sat on the side.

Because he didn't tell Grandma Jiang in advance, Jiang was ready to go back and give a surprise.

Assistant Yang followed the navigation and drove in silence all the way. From time to time, he heard the movement in the back row and pricked up his ears to listen to gossip.

After listening to it, seemed to understand but half understood, feeling that the two of them were playing charades.

The legendary "little secret"?

His little assistant doesn't quite understand, he doesn't understand.

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