Fine rain fell from the sky and hit the road. After a long time, it only slightly soaked the gray concrete ground.
Blake walked behind He Nanshan. The old man in front of him, who was over 60 years old, did not ask anyone to hold an umbrella for him. He walked forward step by step on the mountain path with the help of a cane.
The trees on both sides of the road are rich green under the care of the drizzle, and the melodious bird calls can be heard from far and near. Looking into the distance, you can see a corner of the large lake at the foot of the mountain, which is like a mirror embedded in the deep forest, bright and eye-catching.
In Zhengde Garden, He Nanshan and Yu Shuifeng's residences were not far apart. After a fifteen-minute journey, the two had arrived at Yu Shuifeng's home.
This was the fifth day since Blake returned to Beijing. It was also the first time that Blake took the initiative to ask to go out with He Nanshan to visit someone else's home. The only flaw was probably that the reference to "someone else's home" was too clear.
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