aren't you going to get a divorce?

A few minutes later, Kou Yajun took out a plastic folder from his briefcase and handed it to Rong Xia.

Rong Xia took it casually, and froze after opening it.

This is a contract signed by a company under the name of Kouya County, and the trustee is an old house renovation company.

As for the house to be remodeled...

Fulai Temple.

Rong Xia couldn't understand the too-professional vocabulary, so she could only make a rough guess from the renovation project and the length of the contract terms.All in all, by no means a small project.

Rong Xia looked through the contract in silence, before he had time to ask what it meant, he saw another contract at the back.

Kouya County paid for the construction of an elementary school next to the most famous orphanage in their city.

The investor's name...is Rong Xia's studio.

Rong Xia clutched the thick folder, and the corners of the paper were crumpled by him.

Kou Yajun didn't say anything, and went to tease Jiujiu as if nothing happened, but when he noticed that Rong Xia was stunned for a long time, he turned his head and asked him: "Have you finished watching?"

Rong Xia nodded, "Well, it's over."

Kou Yajun said "hmm".

He took the folder in Rong Xia's hand and said in a low voice: "I've been watching you feel sad for the plot in the drama all this time. I've tried a lot of ways, but I don't think it works. Fulai Temple needs to be repaired, at least it doesn’t look like it was burned down in the drama.”

He flipped through a few pages, then clicked on the contract from the school, and said, "You said it yourself, the hero has nothing, no relatives, no family, and finally no friends or comrades in arms. I thought about it." I thought, no one can change the things in the play, but if there is a chance, I can still help those homeless people in real life, so I thought of this.”

Kou Yajun repacked the document, put it back in Rong Xia's hands, and said flatly: "Perhaps these can't make you feel relieved about this drama, but—"

He moved closer to Rong Xia, stretched out his hand and pulled him into his arms, and said in a low voice: "Don't be so sad when you encounter anything, there will always be a solution."

He rubbed the tip of Rong Xia's nose, and put a light kiss on his lips.

"No matter what happens, I'm there..."

Rong Xia lowered his eyes, only occasionally raising his gaze to look at the person in front of him.

He didn't know what he was thinking, and after a long silence, he opened his arms and gently encircled Kou Yajun, and gave a barely audible "hmm".

The night is already deep.

The strange thing is that Rong Xia, a person who can fall asleep when he touches a pillow, is rarely sleepy tonight.

At one o'clock in the morning, he dragged Kou Yajun downstairs, saying that he was going out to eat buns.

Kou Yajun is confused, this inappropriate time, this inappropriate food, no matter how you think about it, it is definitely not something Rong Xia would do.

Rong Xia still didn't allow him, a dangerous person, to drive, so he sat in Rong Xia's co-driver, full of doubts, followed the people around him on the journey of eating buns.

As the destination got closer, Kou Yajun gradually understood.He even reminded Rong Xia that he could go another way when he was waiting for the red light.

Rong Xia turned her head to look at him, the emotions in her eyes were too complicated.He followed Kou Yajun's advice and took another route.

The tacit understanding of getting along for many years will not lie. After a few minutes, the car stopped.

They had found the place it used to be.

only……

"That store is closed..." Rong Xia said disappointedly.

"Well, it's closed." As he spoke, Kou Yajun pushed open the passenger's car door, his eyes fixed on the familiar yet unfamiliar storefront in the distance, and said, "It has become a noodle shop."

Going around, they returned to the door of the bun shop where they had eaten when Jiujiu was sick.

Rong Xia sighed regretfully, and called Kou Yajun: "Come back, go home."

Kou Yajun didn't listen, he waved to Rongxia, "Here you are, why don't you go back after eating a bowl of noodles."

After locking the car, the two walked slowly towards the small noodle shop.

Early morning is not a good time for business, but fortunately, the noodle shop has just sent away a few drunks and is still not closed.

Rong Xia said apologetically to the proprietress, "I'm sorry, I came to eat at such a late hour. Let's just eat a bowl of noodles and leave soon."

The proprietress didn't answer immediately, but tilted her head and looked at Rong Xia for a long time.

She suddenly realized: "Oh! You are—"

Rong Xia waved his hands reflexively, and quickly denied: "I'm not, I'm not, I'm nothing!"

The proprietress smiled, and said to Kou Yajun, "Why not! Back then, your boyfriend was in a hurry to buy you steamed stuffed buns!"

As soon as these words came out, both of them were stunned.

Take a closer look at the proprietress——

She was young and looked to be in her early twenties.

The proprietress pointed to Kou Yajun and said, "Your boyfriend is so handsome, I will remember it once I see him!"

She explained in detail: "Our house used to be a steamed stuffed bun shop, and my mother took care of it. Later, she got old and had a bad waist, so I came to help. But I really didn't have the talent to make steamed stuffed buns, so I made my own idea and changed it. It’s become a noodle shop. At that time, your boyfriend ran over to buy steamed stuffed buns, sweating all over his forehead, and kept looking in the direction of your car. I was curious, so I followed to see—"

The proprietress smiled and said, "You two are such a good match! Your boyfriend is handsome, and you are so good-looking, even better than the big stars in TV dramas!"

While talking, two bowls of noodles were cooked.

The two held a bowl each, quietly listening to the proprietress' chatter.

"Tell me, is the steamed stuffed bun delicious before, or the noodles now?" The proprietress was very lively, she kept talking, "I think the noodles I cook are the best."

Rong Xia swallowed the noodles in his mouth, and said with a smile: "All are delicious, all are delicious."

"Don't be perfunctory to me." The proprietress was reluctant, "Don't think that you can fool me at will because you are good-looking."

Rong Xia just smiled and refused to continue answering.

At this time, Kou Yajun, who had been silent all this time, finally spoke.

"The buns were the best when I ate buns before, but now..." He turned his head to look at Rong Xia, "The bowl of noodles I'm eating now is the best."

Rong Xia also turned to look at him.

"In short, the one who is by your side now is the best."

The proprietress didn't understand the deep meaning in the words, she only thought that he was praising his craftsmanship, and smiled smugly.

Probably because he felt that there was a real relationship between the two of them, the proprietress didn't take their money.

The two didn't shirk anymore, and said goodbye to her happily after eating and drinking.

On the way, Rong Xia touched his stomach and said, "It's a bit of a sin to eat too much. Let's go for a walk before going back."

Kou Yajun said "yes".

The two walked side by side, their fingers occasionally touched each other, and then quickly separated.

In the early morning, the road was empty.During the day, the glamorous star who is sought after by thousands of people, rarely has some moments to relax and not have to worry about the camera.

Rong Xia lazily stretched out her arms, and stretched regardless of her appearance.

When the arm fell back, it was caught by Kou Yajun.

Rong Xia turned his head and stared at him, but the man just pretended not to see it.

"Too lazy to have the same knowledge as you." Rong Xia murmured.

Not only the original steamed stuffed bun shop has been remodeled, but both sides of the road have also been renovated. The original narrow path was slender and widened, and tall trees were planted on both sides, giving it a sense of vitality.

As he walked, Rong Xia's thoughts moved.

He broke away from Kou Yajun's hand, jumped onto the small steps beside the road, and walked staggeringly on it.

I don't know what's wrong with it. I don't want to walk on a good road, but I have to walk on narrow and small steps that are easy to fall.

Kou Yajun followed beside him, stretching out his hands to follow him.

Rong Xia said unconvinced: "I won't fall! Don't look down on me!"

Kou Yajun said perfunctorily, "Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm" perfunctorily.

Rong Xia stared at him.

When he continued to walk forward, he suddenly staggered——

"Hey! Be careful—" Kou Yajun hurried forward and grabbed his waist.

Unexpectedly, Rong Xia straightened his body in the next second, and said nonchalantly, "I didn't fall, I told you I wouldn't fall, I just wanted to scare you."

"..." Kou Yajun was helpless, "You are so boring, little ancestor."

Rong Xia made a face at him.

The road has no end, but the steps do.

Seeing that there was no way ahead, Rong Xia didn't intend to stop at all.

"Come down soon, there is no way ahead." Kou Yajun couldn't help reminding him.

But Rong Xia didn't take it to heart at all, just buried her head in herself and continued to walk forward.

He stopped at the last step before the top of the steps.

He looked back at Kou Yajun and pursed his lips.

Before he could speak, Kou Yajun already knew what he wanted to say.He opened his hand to Rong Xia and nodded slightly.

At the same time, Rong Xia shouted loudly: "You have to catch me!"

The next moment, he fell firmly into that warm and familiar embrace.

"I caught you."

When signing the renovation contract with the abbot of Fulai Temple, Kou Yajun looked up at the surrounding environment and estimated the size of the project in his heart.

The abbot would be wrong.He pointed to the distance with a smile, and said to Kou Yajun: "Looking for there?"

Kou Yajun looked puzzled, "Where?"

The abbot didn't answer, just smiled mysteriously and led him to a hill not far away.

From a distance, it looks like a hill, but when I walked in, I realized that the steps of this mountain are so long that there is no end in sight.

The abbot explained: "Everyone knows that Fulai Temple is very useful for seeking marriage, but few people know that the real place to find a good marriage is not in the temple, but in the palace on the top of the mountain. Some people wanted to go there before, but they were always afraid of it. Gao Shan, let it go. After a long time, no one knows about it here."

He looked back at Kou Yajun, and asked, "Someone who is destined, maybe, do you want to go up and have a look?"

Kou Yajun didn't believe in these ghosts and gods, but was more or less blinded by the word marriage.He nodded slightly, and followed the abbot up the mountain.

Although the abbot is old, his health is unbelievably good.The air on the mountain is thin, but his voice is still loud.

He explained: "There are nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine steps in total. People refer to it as long and long. Few people know it now..."

Kou Yajun followed behind, walking up silently.

He couldn't remember how many hours he had walked, but he only remembered the scenery that suddenly opened up before him when he reached the top of the mountain.

However, no matter how beautiful the scenery is, he has no intention of appreciating it.

He took a few breaths and asked, "Where is it? The place to ask for amulets."

The abbot smiled and led him to the side hall of the palace on the top of the mountain.

The candles in the hall were dimly lit, but Kou Yajun could see the pink purses hanging on the wall at a glance.

He walked over quickly and took the pen and paper beside him.

But when he unfolded the rice paper, he didn't know what to write.

After hesitating again and again, he picked up a pen and wrote a few large characters on the paper, then folded it carefully.

The abbot came over and was taken aback when he saw the words he wrote, and then smiled knowingly.

Kou Yajun doesn't believe in heaven and earth, let alone ghosts and gods. He only believes in what he wants and goes for it himself.

His handwriting is still scribbled and unruly, and his written words only have the most simple wishes.

May Rongrong have a smooth life.

END