Fortunately, no one came over in the afternoon.
Liu Yihong didn't come either, so Xie Yan was the only one in the whole school. To be honest, Xie Yan was used to the lively atmosphere and was a little unaccustomed to being all alone in such a quiet place.
Xie Yan closed the door on time, put on a hat, wrapped himself up tightly, and headed home.
Perhaps it was fate that Xie Yan and the Yu Yuehua brothers met again on the way back.
Unlike yesterday, today they were carrying large and small bags, and there were four people following behind them, each holding a stick.
Walking with difficulty.
Looking at it from a distance, um...
It's hard to describe. They're like a group of refugees fleeing a disaster, or to put it more nicely, the Beggars' Sect has emerged from the mountains.
The only thing they have that's slightly better than them is that they're dressed better!
At least there are no patches!
The north wind is howling. Although it didn't snow today, it's definitely colder than yesterday.
The sun hanging in the sky was like a decoration, not generating any heat at all.
Xie Yan nodded to Yu Yuehua and Yu Yuehe, then turned and left.
It's so cold! Nobody wants to stand in the freezing wind and exchange pleasantries.
With just a casual glance, someone forcefully entered his field of vision. Xie Yan didn't even notice what clothes he was wearing, but was attracted by his aura. He was like a pine tree in the cold winter wind, captivating people without having to do anything.
Not to mention, his steady and composed gait contrasted sharply with the disheveled state of those around him, and the large bags he carried did not affect him in the slightest.
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