After the divorce, he went on a motorcycle trip, and his ex-wife and daughter were filled with regre

at the same time.

On a provincial highway dozens of kilometers away from the inn.

Jiang Ye was driving that huge BMW GS at high speed along the winding road.

"Boom—Boom—"

The roar of heavy engines echoed through the empty valley.

The speedometer needle remained at around 100 kilometers per hour.

A howling wind swept past the sides of the helmet, bringing with it the biting chill unique to late autumn.

Jiang Ye leaned into the bend, his body swaying naturally with the motorcycle's tilt, his movements skillful and powerful.

but.

Despite the high speed of the car and the loud wind.

Jiang Ye's mind, however, was not as calm as he appeared.

His thoughts were a jumbled mess, filled with complex emotions and an indescribable heaviness.

In just a few days.

On this motorcycle journey that should have been a solo trip for him.

Two women actually traveled thousands of miles to find him.

Jiang Ye sighed softly inside his helmet.

He thought of Xia Yu.

The ruthless, aloof, and elegant female CEO of Blue Ocean Group.

Xia Yu's appearance was like a blazing fire.

She canceled her social engagements in the middle of the night and took a private car to the deep mountains to find him.

They spent a few short days together.

Those few days were truly wonderful.

They went to an ancient temple together to listen to Buddhist chants, kissed passionately in their inn room, and fell asleep in each other's arms in the morning sunlight.

Xia Yu gave him an unprecedented feeling of being needed and desired.

However, this beauty was too short-lived.

Xia Yu ultimately belongs to that bustling metropolis.

Because of work, because of the endless documents and meetings, she came in a hurry and left in a hurry.

She took away the room's warmth, leaving only a dashing silhouette.

Jiang Ye knew that Xia Yu was a phoenix soaring in the sky; her world was too vast and too complex.

He was just a free-spirited wind.

The wind can briefly lift the phoenix, but it can never keep her by your side.

Followed by.

Shen Qinghan also came out.

This is the woman he loved for seven years, guarded for seven years, and humbled himself for seven years.

She actually humbled herself, bringing her daughter along, her eyes red with tears, and appeared at that simple inn.

To be honest, Jiang Ye's heart was stirred when he saw Shen Qinghan crying and begging him to go back.

After all, that was seven years of youth and hard work.

However, when Shen Qinghan sat in the breakfast shop and habitually began complaining about the dirty table and unhygienic chopsticks, the slight ripple in Jiang Ye's heart instantly turned into still water.

Jiang Ye looked at the ever-extending highway through the visor of his helmet.

He suddenly understood.

Whether it's the passionate and capable Xia Yu, or the aloof and arrogant Shen Qinghan.

Neither of them belonged to the woman from the "Cloud Wilderness Realm".

Xia Yu carries too many responsibilities and ambitions on her shoulders. Her Cloud Wilderness Realm is on the Nasdaq bell-ringing platform and in the business empire of Blue Ocean Group.

Shen Qinghan, on the other hand, is full of worldly arrogance and prejudice. Her Yunhuang Realm is under the spotlight of the Hanzhou socialite circle, in the vain fairy tale woven for her by Gu Zimo.

And Jiangye's Cloud Wilderness Realm.

It is pure, it is tranquil, it is without calculation or complaint.

She is a soulmate who can sit with him on a mountaintop to watch the sunset, who can drink strong liquor with him by the campfire, who understands his silence and his madness.

"call--"

Jiang Ye exhaled a long breath, clearing his mind of all the jumbled thoughts.

Since we can't find it.

Let's continue with the motorcycle touring then!

As long as he keeps on the road, as long as the wheels keep turning, one day he will find his own Cloud Wasteland.

Jiang Ye twisted the accelerator sharply with his right hand.

"Buzz—!"

The BMW GS let out a deafening roar, like a black lightning bolt tearing through the thin mist of the deep mountains, and sped off into the far distance.

……

A few hours later.

The sun had risen high in the sky, dispelling the mountain mist.

Jiang Ye rode his motorcycle, following the navigation, and unknowingly passed by a place he had visited a few days ago.

It was a wide and gentle river.

The river water is crystal clear, reflecting the green mountains and blue sky on both banks.

On the opposite bank of the river, the upturned eaves of an ancient temple can be faintly seen.

It was the ancient temple deep in the mountains that he and Xia Yu had visited a few days ago.

Jiang Ye slowed down and parked the motorcycle on the pebble beach by the river.

He turned off the engine and removed the car key.

Take off your helmet and hang it on the rearview mirror.

Jiang Ye walked to the riverbank, took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, and took a deep drag.

He squinted, looking at the wide river surface.

On the river, a dilapidated wooden ferry boat is slowly rowing towards the opposite bank.

The young man is still there.

He was wearing a faded gray coarse cloth shirt, with the sleeves rolled up high, revealing his strong, dark forearms.

He stood at the stern, holding two long wooden oars in his hands.

"Heave-ho—heave-ho—"

The boy rhythmically rowed the wooden oars while humming an unknown local tune.

Sweat streamed down his forehead and dripped onto the deck, but a pure and content smile graced his young face.

Several local villagers carrying bamboo baskets sat on the boat, along with two backpackers who looked like they were from out of town.

Jiang Ye remembers it very clearly.

A few days ago, when he and Xia Yu came, they were on this boy's boat.

They don't charge a single penny. It's all out of goodwill and devotion to Buddha.

Jiang Ye stood on the shore, quietly watching the wooden boat create ripples on the water.

Watching the boy vigorously row the wooden oar, he safely brought the boatload of people to the other side.

Then, the boy wiped his sweat, turned the boat around, and rowed towards the riverbank on Jiangye's side, ready to ferry the next group of people across the river.

A deep sense of emotion suddenly welled up in Jiang Ye's heart.

In this materialistic world where everyone is chasing after profit.

There are actually people who are willing to do this kind of unpaid hard labor day after day in this desolate wilderness.

Shen Qinghan could easily erase seven years of his efforts for the sake of face and vanity.

For the sake of the group's interests, Xia Yu can ruthlessly sever any budding feelings.

The ferryman in front of us, whose name we don't even know, is silently ferrying people across the world with his most primal strength.

This, perhaps, is the true meaning of spiritual practice.

This, perhaps, is the soul closest to the realm of Yunhuang.

Jiang Ye stubbed out his cigarette.

He watched the dilapidated wooden boat getting closer and closer, swaying and struggling in the current.

He suddenly felt that he should do something.

Not for any other reason than to protect this rare purity.

Jiang Ye turned around and walked to the motorcycle.

He took his phone out of the inside pocket of his windbreaker.

He skillfully dialed a number.

The phone rang only once before it was answered.

"Boss!"

On the other end of the phone came Lei Heng's rough yet respectful voice.

"Yes, it's me."

Jiang Ye looked at the ferry boat on the river and calmly gave the instructions.

"Lei Heng, go and arrange something."

"Boss, whatever your orders, we'll go through fire and water without hesitation!" Lei Heng shouted immediately.

"It's not that exaggerated."

Jiang Ye smiled faintly, "Send someone to contact the ferry crossing outside Qingyun Temple on the upper reaches of the Han River in the Southwest Province."

"Go and purchase a top-quality, modern ferry with a high-powered engine."

"I need the safest kind, one that can withstand wind and waves, preferably with a roof to protect it from the wind and rain."

Lei Heng on the other end of the phone paused for a moment, clearly not keeping up with Jiang Ye's leap of thought.

"Huh? Buying boats? Boss, when did our Heavenly Temple start getting into inland waterway shipping?"

"Stop talking nonsense, just do what I tell you to do."

Jiang Ye chuckled and said, "After you buy it, donate it to this ferry crossing in your own name."

"It's specifically for that young man who gives free ferry services here every day."

"We will cover all the formalities, fuel costs, and maintenance expenses. We will also assign a dedicated person to oversee the project and ensure that the ship can continue operating indefinitely."

Although Lei Heng didn't understand why Jiang Ye suddenly wanted to donate a boat in a deep mountain, he always obeyed Jiang Ye's orders absolutely.

"Understood, boss! I'll get it done right away, and I guarantee the ship will be delivered as quickly as possible!"

"Um."

Jiang Ye nodded, preparing to hang up the phone.

"By the way, boss," Lei Heng suddenly asked, "Since it's a donated ship, it needs a name, right? It'll be painted on the hull. What's a good name?"

Jiang Ye paused for a moment upon hearing this.

He looked up at the rolling sea of ​​clouds on the horizon and at the ancient temple hidden deep in the mist.

Jiang Ye spoke into the phone, each word spoken in a low voice.

"Let's call it..."

"Yunhai"

. . . .