The top of Qingyun Mountain is shrouded in clouds and mist.
Lin Bufan knelt in front of the thatched house, looking longingly at the old man with white beard and hair.
"Master, are you really driving me away? I shouldn't have added water to your wine flask yesterday, and I shouldn't have put a toad in your meditation the day before yesterday, and I shouldn't have put a toad in your meditation the day before yesterday..."
"Shut up!" The old man shook his beard and threw over a worn canvas bag, "Get out of here, I'll get angry when I see you."
Lin Bufan took the bag and pursed his lips: "Then when can I come back?"
"The marriage contract has been settled, or..." A trace of imperceptible complexity flashed in the old man's eyes, "Or the day you find out about your life experience."
Before Lin Bufan could ask again, the old man turned around and entered the house, slammed the door, and said only one sentence floating in the wind: "The mountain has prepared a good car for you, get out!"
