A young man in a light blue silk robe sat on a pear wood grandmaster's chair. He was about twenty-seven or eight years old, with a youthful and handsome face. His figure was slender like a willow tree, his right hand propped under his jaw, his eyes slightly lost as he gazed at the rising blue smoke from the incense burner in front of him.,Now even Yan Shu had no way out. He couldn't find any excuse, and suddenly he heard a clap of thunder. The heavy rain outside reminded him, so he said softly: "It's raining outside.",It's a pity that the heavy rain yesterday caused landslides, washing away the road down the mountain. Otherwise, even if the village head objected, he would have gone down the mountain to get checked at the hospital, no matter what.。