In the early morning, the rooster crowed.
Chen Ji lay on the silken bed in the Ginkgo Courtyard and opened his eyes. It had been a long time since he had slept on such a soft mattress. Suddenly, returning to the Chen family in Fu You Street and sleeping on this silk and cotton-wrapped bed, he still felt a bit uncomfortable.
Outside, it was quiet, and even Xiao Man no longer stubbornly kept watch by his bedside.
Chen Ji got up and put on clean, dry clothes, rolled up his sleeves, and went out to the side room to pick up the carrying pole and walked towards the well.
For some reason, no matter how far he traveled or how many things he experienced, as long as he picked up the carrying pole again, his thoughts could calm down.
It seemed as if everything could return to its starting point at the moment he picked up the pole.
