No matter what, he has to face her. No matter how far this road is, he has to continue.

Qiao Sinian was calm and stepped on the muddy shoes, moving forward step by step without looking back.

From afar, he finally saw a village.

The village is not big, it hides on the plains in the mountains, with many houses, mainly bungalows, one by one.

Qiao Sinian is standing at a relatively high place, and you can clearly see everything in the mountain villages, including schools, temples, and villagers coming and going, mostly elderly people.

Finally arrived.

The rose in my hand was almost wilted, the petals were hanging down, and there was no Jiaona who I just bought back. The gift bag was also deformed and the outer packaging was covered with dust.

Qiao Sinian's shirt and trousers were very messy, with casual cuffs rolled up, and his legs and leather shoes were covered with dirt. He had not been in such a mess for a long time.

But I don’t know if I know that she is already at a distance within reach, so he stood there for a long time.

His eyes were always in the village.

It was the hottest time at noon.

He stood there for ten minutes and stopped moving forward.

How did she find this village and live? Did she plan to live here for the rest of her life?

Qiao Sinian has no answer.

She has to give him all the answers.

Qiao Sinian went down the mountain and bypassed a temple.

The temple has been in disrepair for a long time, and the paint on the walls has fallen off. When the wind blows, the bells at the eaves are "ding" and make a crisp sound.

Several monks sat in a cool place and were napping, very leisurely. Someone noticed Qiao Sinian and looked at him for a few minutes, but they didn't say anything.

Monks don’t care about other people’s business, but the elderly in the village like to meddle in other people’s business the most.

The more he walked into the village, the more many people looked at him.

"Who are you?" an old lady walked up and asked, "There hasn't been a stranger in our village for a long time."

"I'll look for Ye Jiaqi."

"Teacher Ye? Why are you looking for her? She is teaching the children! She doesn't like seeing strangers. If you want to find someone, go to the principal first." Although the old lady is old, she speaks very neatly.

"Oh." Qiao Sinian nodded, "Where is the principal...?"

"Why, do you see the orphanage in front of you? Turn left and the first one is the principal's office."

Qiao Sinian saw it.

He nodded and walked forward.

A slight discussion came from behind: "I am another person who comes to look for Teacher Ye, who is the origin of Teacher Ye?"

"I don't know, this man looks good, who is Teacher Ye?"

"This teacher Ye is not simple. All the people who come to find her are men."

"Aren't Teacher Ye and Mr. Zhuo in love? Another one comes, what are you going to do?"

"We don't understand what the city people think, but do you think Xiao Yuzi looks a bit like this man?"

"What you said is true. Could it be Teacher Ye's husband?"

"Yo, it's interesting."

Qiao Sinian frowned.

He doesn't like people talking about her, but there is nothing to be reasonable in such a village.

Qiao Sinian was walking to the principal's office, but halfway through, he heard Ye Jiaqi's voice.

“Bake, when used as a verb, means ‘bake’. For example, ‘i’mbakingsomebread.’, I’m baking some bread.”

Qiao Sinian stopped, with a slightly raised curve at the corner of his lips, and gentleness brewing in his deep eyes.

He didn't walk any further.
Chapter completed!