And in recent years, there is a cement road that can be opened into the village, which was built by Fu Yunsheng's charity.

However, even if there is such a road, it will be easier to walk on the road to the people inside, and it still takes a lot of time. After all, no one in Qinghe Village can afford a car.

Xia Tian drove all the way on this mountain road, while Fu Yunsheng, who was in the back seat, kept looking out the window.

The scenery galloping past outside seemed to remind him of a lot of past events.

Fu Yunsheng's face was filled with a hint of bitterness, but he would smile faintly from time to time. This feeling was actually very sad.

The car drove on the mountain road for more than half an hour and finally arrived at Qinghe Village.

This is a mountain village on a large mountain. It is still the scene of the 1990s, with many houses and earthen walls.

Although I have received donations from the Fu Yunsheng Foundation here, it is impossible to cover everything. Most of the money is to use it to build roads, build schools, and provide water and electricity to the village.

Xia Tian parked the car, Li Rong supported Fu Yunsheng and walked towards a farmhouse yard in Qinghe Village.

There is Fu Yunsheng’s home.

It was an earthen wall back then, but now it is a bungalow made of red bricks.

The mud fence in the yard in front of the house has not changed, and the bowl in the yard was made by Fu Yunsheng and Yang Fang when they got married.

The gate of the yard was locked and there was no one inside.

Fu Yunsheng stood outside the yard, looking at the familiar and unfamiliar scene inside, and looked very lonely.

"There is no one at home!" Xia Tian said.

"Yes." Fu Yunsheng nodded.

At this moment, two dark-skinned women walked towards this side.

"Who are you looking for?" asked one of the women.

These two women are both locals from Qinghe Village and must have known Fu Yunsheng before.

However, Fu Yunsheng has not come back for more than 20 years, and he is tortured by illness, so they have recognized Fu Yunsheng.

Li Rong asked, "May I ask, is Aunt Yang Yang here?"

"Yang Fang?"

One of the women frowned: "Who are you?"

"Oh, we are her distant relatives. This time we happened to come to Suhang, so we wanted to come and see her."

"Oh, it turns out to be a distant relative."

The woman replied: "Yang Fang has been dead for almost three years. Now his son Yang Jiajun lives here. Jiajun is a teacher in our village and is teaching the children at school."

"Yang Fang has passed away."

Upon hearing this news, Fu Yunsheng's heart twitched violently, and a stream of sadness came to his heart.

Not only was he sad about Yang Fang's death, but his son Fu Jiajun's surname was also changed to his mother's surname. It can be seen that the mother and son may have never forgiven him.

What's more, Fu Yunsheng is not qualified to seek their forgiveness.

"Where is the school?" Xia Tian asked.

The woman pointed to a hill over there and said, "Climbing over that hill is where children from several nearby villages go to school. It takes about ten minutes to walk. It was donated by a foundation in the city to us.

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