After having dinner, Wang Yao chatted with his parents for quite some time. Then, he gave them each a massage to relax their muscles.
At half past nine in the evening, Wang Yao left his house and went up Nanshan Hill.
Compared to the prosperity in Jing City, the small mountain village was really too quiet. When it was this late at night, except for the street lights which remained lit, there was not much activity, nor people enjoying the cool air outside. On the other hand, at this time in Jing City, the exciting nightlife had just begun.
As he left the mountain village and went up the hill, it was even quieter.
It was dark in the mountains, and the mountains stood there silently. There was no wind in the mountains, but it was much cooler than in Jing City.
When Wang Yao arrived at the foot of the hill, San Xian, who had already heard his approach, rushed down from the hilltop. It surrounded Wang Yao, happily waving its tail.
