Turns out I'm just mosquito blood

Qiao Wanan finally threw the wooden sign to a high place. He wiped his sweat with his head up and looked contentedly at the red tassels fluttering in the wind.

Because he looked up for too long, his neck was a little sore, so he lowered his head slightly and rubbed his neck, watching the shadow of the phoenix tree under the sun moving inch by inch, he realized that he had been away for too long.

If Ayan can't find him after a while, he should be angry.

He quickly ran back to the entrance of the main hall, looked left and right and did not see Chu Yan, thinking that he was still busy, so he stopped disturbing him, but stood silently in the corner of the side door, continuing to watch the people coming in and out of worship.

He heard a lot of wishes, begging for wealth, children, safety, and marriage... A kind of beautiful expectation arose in his heart, hoping that their wishes would come true.

But he couldn't help being a little worried, afraid that if so many people's wishes were put together, the god would forget his share.

He was thinking so wildly that he gradually lost track of time.

The setting sun was setting and the days were short in winter. The crowd had gradually dispersed. Qiao Wan'an's legs were sore from standing, and Chu Yan hadn't come out yet.

Qiao Wan'an felt flustered inexplicably. He wanted to contact him a little anxiously, but he thought that Chu Yan might be listening to the master's lecture. He had heard people say before that the Buddhist school pays attention to the word "quiet" and is the most taboo to be disturbed by others. .

More importantly, for some reason, he suddenly felt very resistant to calling Chu Yan.

The monk who had introduced Master Huikong to Chu Yan before happened to pass by him. He thought Qiao Wan'an looked familiar. After thinking for a moment, he suddenly remembered, isn't this the man who followed Chu Yan?

The monk stood in front of him and made a Buddhist salute to him, "Why are you still here, sir?"

Qiao Wanan thought he was dissatisfied with standing here, and apologized slightly: "Sorry, I want to wait here for someone, he should come out in a while."

The monk was a little surprised, "You mean Mr. Chu Yan, right?"

Joe said good night, "Yes, that's him! Do you know him?"

"Didn't the Mr. Chu who came with you have left three hours ago?"

Qiao Wan'an was stunned for a while, as if she didn't understand what he said, "What did you say..."

"I said he left a long time ago."

Qiao Wan'an's mind was buzzing, and she didn't know what to say for a while, she could only look around helplessly, the night had completely fallen.

Seeing that his expression was wrong, the monk asked with concern, "What's wrong with you?"

Qiao Wanan barely calmed down, and smiled uglier than crying, "No, it's okay...Thank you for telling me."

The monk wanted to say something, but was called to deal with some chores elsewhere, so he could only say goodbye to Qiao in a hurry.

However, Qiao Wanan didn't care about it at all.

He still couldn't believe it, how could Chu Yan leave?How could he leave him?

Today is the first anniversary of their marriage. He clearly promised him before that he would remember all their important days.

No...Maybe he was delayed because of something, or maybe he just forgot, just forgot, and when he thinks about it, he will definitely come to pick him up.

Qiao Wan'an couldn't help comforting herself in her heart, but there was an ominous premonition in her heart.

The birds returned to their nests early to avoid the cold wind and snow, and the bells of the ancient temple rang, echoing in the mountain stream, remote and empty.

He was jolted back to his senses by the sound of the bell, and then he remembered to take out his cell phone and find a quiet place to call Chu Yan.

But Chu Yan kept refusing to answer, and Qiao Wan'an gritted her teeth and walked back and forth anxiously.

Finally, after the third call, it was finally connected.

"Hello?"

Listening to the strange and clear male voice opposite, Qiao Wan'an became more and more uneasy, and he didn't know why his voice suddenly trembled, "Who are you? Where's Chu Yan?"

The opposite party paused for a moment, and said with a smile: "Mr. Qiao, right? Ah Yan is not convenient to answer your call right now. If it's not something important, maybe I can convey it for you?"

Ayan...why did he call Chu Yan so intimately?

Qiao Wan'an didn't dare to think about it, but she still asked stubbornly, "Who are you?"

"Sorry, I'm..."

"Who called?" Chu Yan covered He Xiran's head with a dry towel, and gently wiped his hair.

Goodnight Joe held his breath on the other end.

He Xiran was embarrassed and wanted to avoid it, but Chu Yan held down his shoulder stubbornly, lowered his head and said to him seriously: "Aran, do you really want me to be so polite?"

He Xiran had nothing to do with him, he just smiled helplessly, "I see that the note on the phone says Qiao is good night, is he your friend?"

Chu Yan was silent for a while, then took the phone and walked aside, his voice showed no trace of tenderness, "What are you calling at this time?"

Qiao Wan'an's voice suddenly choked up, with unspeakable panic, "Ayan, Aran... who is it?"