Qin Jian looked at her side, glanced across her face, and looked down.

An Yin's body suddenly stiffened and she looked down subconsciously. Her clothes were neat, and her skin was not exposed except for her face and hands. Then she saw Qin Jian's gaze shifting back, looking at her eyes, her mouth curled slightly, and she showed a smirk of jokingness. Knowing that he was teasing her on purpose, his little face sank, glaring at him fiercely, and walking forward quickly.

Just a bastard, don't expect him to become a good person.

As soon as I entered the village, I saw the tea shop that Qin Jian mentioned.

A small open-air yard is enclosed with a fence made of wooden strips, two small wooden tables, and a plastic cloth is pulled over the head to cover up the rain.

Both the fences and tables and benches have turned yellow, which shows that they have been many years, but although the things are old, they are repaired very neatly, which shows that their owners cherish them very much.

When An Yin looked at the things made from these woods, she couldn't help but think of the small wooden carved doll that Yansang gave her. It seemed that these things were made by Yansang himself.

The woman in the tea shop is a gentle-looking woman who works alone in the tea shop. Her clothes are washed white, but they are very clean and tidy.

The moment An Yin saw her, she felt that she was Yansang’s wife Ding Hong.

If it weren't for seeing it with your own eyes, it would be hard to imagine a first-class killer living such a poor life.

Not far away was Ding Hong, a wooden box was placed with a quilt in it. A boy of four or five years old was lying. The boy's face was yellow, and his breathing was extremely unstable during his sleep, and sometimes he was so rapid that he couldn't breathe.

Every time the child has difficulty breathing, Ding Hong would put down the work in his hand and run to the wooden box with a worried look on his face to make the child feel happy.

An Yin doesn't know how to deal with medicine, but she can also see that the child is sick and very ill.

Looking at the seriously ill child, and then looking at the woman with red eyes, An Yin touched the little wooden carved doll with her hand, and suddenly felt a little uncomfortable. She didn't know how to speak, so she told her to answer her husband's words.

An Yin turned her head and looked at Qin Jian. Qin Jian held his arms, tilted his body, leaned against the wooden door frame without saying a word.

He looked like he had nothing to do with him.

An Yin grinds her teeth. If he thinks it has nothing to do with him, why should he follow him?

After the child recovered, Ding Hong turned around and there were still tears that had not been wiped away at the corner of her eyes. She looked up and saw An Yin and Qin Jian standing at the door of the tea shop. She hurriedly wiped her tears, pretended to smile, and came up and asked, "Are you two drinking tea? If you are hungry, there are tea eggs and tea fruits here."

"The child is sick, why not send him to the hospital?" An Yin did not dare to take out the little doll directly.

Ding Hong looked back at the child. The child had a natural disease due to premature birth. She and her husband walked all over the world, but they could not cure the child.

But if it cannot be cured, she is unwilling to say it, and she does not want to admit it.

I went to pour two cups of tea, "Two, let's have tea."

Seeing that Ding Hong avoided the topic, An Yin knew that she would not mention the child's illness, she walked to the table and sat down, "Thank you, are there anything else to eat besides tea leaves and eggs and tea fruits?"

After walking down the mountain for several hours, An Yin was hungry.

"Give us four tea eggs."

"good."

Ding Hong walked away and took four tea eggs, put them on a plate, and placed them in front of An Yin...
Chapter completed!