When he was tired from walking, Josnian would sit casually on a stone by the roadside and light a cigarette.

Looking back, he realized that he had already come such a long way, and it didn't seem as difficult as he thought.

Fortunately, he has the habit of exercising, otherwise it would be difficult to walk such a long way.

Josnian smiled, raised his head slightly, and looked at the mountains and blue sky in the distance.

White smoke lingered around the side of his face, making his deep and noble appearance even more hazy. The scorching sun shone on his body, and his forehead was covered with a thin layer of sweat.

This mountain is really deserted.

There was dust on his clothes and shoes, as well as on his head, which made him look a little embarrassed.

But what made him feel distressed was that the flowers were much more delicate than he was. The petals had wilted a lot and couldn't withstand the scorching sun.

In early summer, there is not even a breeze on the mountain, and the leaves do not move at all.

Josnian sat on the stone for a while, waited for him to finish smoking, and then got up and continued on his way. He carefully protected the flowers, but fortunately, they were not far away.

It's the hottest time of the day, around one o'clock in the afternoon.

The sun was scorching, the sun was dazzling, and his arms were a little red from the sun.

After walking for about half an hour, he finally saw a figure, an old man wearing a straw hat. The old man was carrying a basket behind his back, as if he was gathering herbs.

Josnian shouted: "Hey, old man, how far is Qingshan Village?"

The old man had good ears. He immediately turned his head and stared at Josnian, looking up and down to make sure that he did not recognize this person.

"Who are you? What are you doing in the mountains?"

"Go see my... friend."

"Did you come here on such a hot day?"

"The car broke down halfway."

"Then you are very perseverant. Qingshan Village is not far away. It will take about half an hour to walk. Just keep walking along this road."

"Thanks."

"You're welcome. Your face is covered with dust. There is a stream on the roadside. Wash your face." The old man looked at him again and said, "He is quite handsome. The village is really lively this year. Handsome guys come one after another.

one."

Josnian: "..."

Who else?

"Don't come to our village to trick girls. There are only a few girls in our village." The old man muttered.

"Old man, is there a woman named Ye Jiaqi in your village?"

"Teacher Ye, why are you asking about Teacher Ye?"

"She's my friend."

The old man looked at him warily again: "You'll find out when you go to the village."

"Oh, thank you."

The old man went up the mountain in the scorching sun.

Josnian listened to the old man's advice, found a clean stream, washed his hands, and then his face.

Everything in the mountains is very pure, even the streams are like mirrors, clear and clear.

He knew that he was not far from her.

What is she doing?

Is she in class? Or playing games with the children? I haven’t seen her for a year. How is she? And Little Yuzi, their daughter, has she grown up too?

Josnian's heart beat uncontrollably. This pounding feeling was the same as the first time he kissed her many years ago.

He missed her, even his breathing was full of longing and urgency.

Does she still hate him? Or does she?

After all, he had done many things to her that even he himself could not forgive himself for.

He even knew nothing about her premature birth when she gave birth to little Yuzu. He was not worthy of being a father or a husband at all.
Chapter completed!