Kuang Yan asked doubtfully, "Maitreya Buddha?" But Kuang Yan was not sure. Maitreya Buddha is the future Buddha. Very few temples will worship Maitreya Buddha, and it is also hidden in a secret room.

Amu did not answer, "At first, I was very scared, as if the split mouth was going to swallow me. Gradually, I discovered that as long as I didn't resist him, I would not be afraid in my heart. Later, I became accustomed to it and started to

I got used to him... eating and reading every day for three years. When the door to the secret room was reopened, I learned this smile."

Amu, "At that time, I discovered that happy things make my heart feel comfortable. When I feel comfortable, I want to smile. And as long as there is a smile on my face, my heart will also be happy."

Kuang Yan looked at Amu without knowing why.

Amu, "Nowadays, when you are around, I am happy in my heart, so I smile on my face. When you are not around, I smile on my face because I am afraid that I will feel sad..."

When you are here, you are happy, so you are smiling. When you are not here, you are smiling, because you are afraid of being sad.

Isn't Kuang Yan like this? If you don't see this smiling face, you will miss her in your heart. But if you see her, you can't feel her feelings, and you will feel disgusted.

You have me in your heart, and I have you in my heart.

But, how can my dirty body be worthy of you?

The time seemed to be fixed here. Kuang Yan was wearing A Mu's coat and looking at him intently.

On the banks of the Qiantang River, the shadows of the two people grew longer and longer.

The steam whistle of the ship is still the same, and the sound of the river water is still the same.

Kuang Yan, "I'm tired."

Amu, "I will carry you."

Kuang Yan, "Yeah."

Amu, "Are you hungry?"

Kuang Yan, "Yeah."

Amu, "There is a small shop in front. It's not big, but it's famous for its grilled fish. You like fish."

Kuang Yan, "Yeah."

Amu said, "I will tell them not to put chopped green onion and coriander, which is taboo for you."

Kuang Yan tightened her arms around A Mu's neck.

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In the community opposite the grilled fish restaurant, Kuang Yan climbed up to the third floor of a building according to Zhang Xing's memory. This is an old community, and the building is of some age. The design is also a bit shabby, and the decoration is also old.

Old iron doors and windows.

Kuang Yan stood in front of the door of a room, took out two needles, leaned down to pick the lock and open the door.

Zhang Xing probably never imagined that the skillful lockpicking skills he had learned would be used by others in his home.

With the crisp sound of springs colliding, it took Kuang Yan less than three seconds to open the door. Kuang Yan was in a hurry. She just came out on the excuse of going to the toilet, just to take away the things Zhang Xing left at home.

thing.

It just happened to be on the way, so there is no need to make an extra trip in the future.

Amu has already ordered grilled fish in the store and is waiting to be served.

Kuang Yan took advantage of this time and planned to do some private work.

As soon as the door opened, Kuang Yan smelled the smell of wine, which made her take a few steps back. The room was not big, only about thirty square meters. At a glance, she could see the kitchen and bathroom.

It's completely complete. However, the walls are mottled with plaster, and the floor is cement, with no floor tiles.

There are not many furnishings in the whole room. A bed, a table, and a chair are all old-fashioned wooden furniture. There is a pile of wine bottles and cans piled against the wall at the foot of the bed. These things are the goals of Kuang Yan's trip.

Kuang Yan ignored the filthy smell in the room and stepped forward, pushing the bottles and cans aside. According to Zhang Xing's memory, there should be a squashed Coca-Cola can at the bottom of these things.
Chapter completed!