Zhuo Ye didn't know when she fell asleep. She was awakened by a rustling noise. She opened her eyes and saw that the man in black and the man in white had both gotten up. The man in black was putting away the snacks he had eaten.
It seemed that they had already eaten and were about to leave, but the boy was not in the temple. He must have been preparing the carriage.
He quietly checked the time. At 5:12 in the morning, Zhuo Ye stood up, packed his travel bag, and walked towards the temple door. When he opened the temple door, he found that it had started raining outside at some point, although it was not too heavy.
It's big, but if you go out for a few minutes, you'll be completely soaked.
Zhuo Ye couldn't help but secretly exclaimed: "Tough luck!" Although she had a poncho in her bag, it was inconvenient to take it out at this time. After all, the transparent plastic material was too eye-catching in this era.
In the rain, the young man came back wearing a raincoat and holding two oil-paper umbrellas: "Sir, Third Master, the carriage is ready, get in."
The man in white nodded slightly to the boy, then suddenly turned to look at Zhuo Ye and asked softly: "I wonder where the girl is going?" His voice was no longer as hoarse as it was last night, and there was a hint of purity in it.
Zhuo Ye was stunned for a moment, then pointed with his hand and said: "The city ahead." She didn't know where the front was at all, so she could only answer vaguely.
"It just so happens that we are also going to Fengcheng. Well... this rainy day is not good for walking. If you don't mind, girl, you might as well come with us." The man in white said to Zhuo Ye with a smile.
Zhuo Ye, who was worrying about how to go on the road, couldn't help but think after hearing this. She didn't want to be trapped in this desolate ruined temple. She wanted to find a place like a town to stay as soon as possible. In such bad weather, being able to travel by carriage was naturally very attractive.
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After a while, she raised her head and saw the man in white smiling, waiting for her to answer. She still had a little fondness for this gentle and handsome young man. Although she didn't like the cold iceberg in black, she thought about it and realized that she was at the front anyway.
The town would no longer have to face them. After weighing the pros and cons, he nodded and said: "Okay, thank you."
"Girl, you don't have to be polite. Compared with the great kindness that girl showed me last night, this little thing is nothing." As the man in white said, he took an oil-paper umbrella from the boy's hand and handed it to Zhuo Ye.
He said: "Ahem...there is still some distance between the carriage and the temple gate. Girl, please hold this umbrella. My third brother and I can use one."
Before Zhuo Ye could react, the man in black, who had been silent just now, suddenly said to the man in white: "You and her go first in the carriage, and I'll come right after."
"This..." The man in white glanced at Zhuo Ye with some embarrassment, then looked at the man in black, but hesitated to speak.
It was just an umbrella with the man. It was nothing to Zhuo Ye, so he said calmly to the man in white: "Let's go."
Seeing that Zhuo Ye didn't take it seriously, the man in white nodded and said with a smile: "Okay."
After the two of them walked out of the small temple, the man in black turned around and walked to the corner where Zhuo Ye had been last night. He picked up an object from the ground, looked down at it carefully, then stuffed it into his arms and walked back to the temple.
In front of the door, he held up an oil-paper umbrella and walked towards the carriage.