The people in the village are very simple, and no one knows the relationship between Ye Jiaqi and Zhuo Yuanhang. They just think that another volunteer came to the village, and they are quite handsome.

Zhuo Yuanhang picked a small house, and there was a small courtyard outside the house, where you could bask in the sun and see the scenery.

The village is not big, so Zhuo Yuanhang's home is not far from Ye Jiaqi's home.

Sometimes when he sat in the yard, he could hear Xiao Yuzi crying. Most of the time, he was silent, neither being a teacher nor walking around casually. His favorite thing was to lie on a chair in the yard, sometimes reading, and sometimes basking in the sun with his eyes closed.

Time seems to be very comfortable.

His way of passing time is also very simple, reading, writing, and painting.

It was also at this time that Ye Jiaqi accidentally discovered that his fine brushwork was excellent.

She just discovered it by accident because she would not go to Zhuo Yuanhang's home on weekdays, and she would hide away when she saw him.

Zhuo Yuanhang seemed very sensible and rarely went out, and he almost never met her.

Ye Jiaqi didn't know why he came here to see her?

No solution.

Ye Jiaqi's life was still the same, but the villagers were very curious about Zhuo Yuanhang and talked about it for several days.

"Is the new one in the village also a volunteer? Our village is a treasure land. Everyone who comes here is handsome, more handsome guys than I have ever seen in my life." The old lady smiled, "If I were dozens of years younger, I would have tricked them all home."

"Mr. Zhuo doesn't look like an ordinary person. He is older than Teacher He and calmer than Teacher He. Could it be for Teacher Ye?"

"You said it really feels like it. I heard that Mr. Zhuo went to see him on the first day he came. Could it be his husband?"

"What are you thinking? How can you be your husband? If you are your husband, will the two live separately?"

"Maybe it's the ex-husband?"

"Don't look like it, don't you think Xiao Yuzi looks like Mr. Zhuo?"

"This is not like."

The villagers rarely had any strange new things. They had a meeting for a long time when they caught one thing, and Zhuo Yuanhang became the topic of talk for several days.

Even He Jiaye came to ask Ye Jiaqi: "Jiaqi, do you know what Mr. Zhuo is from?"

Ye Jiaqi held the little grapefruit and picked wintersweet flowers to play, and smiled: "Who is the idle child again? I guess he is similar to you."

"I'm not idle." He Jiaye defended, "but Mr. Zhuo looked like a rich second-generation who was idle. His watch and my dad were wearing the same brand and his coat was also from Armani. I'm afraid he came to the village to experience life."

Ye Jiaqi smiled: "I don't know what you rich second generations think."

"I'm not a rich second generation." He Jiaye defended that he didn't like this term.

"Oh, you are the second generation of officials." Ye Jiaqi said angrily.

""He Jiaye didn't care about Ye Jiaqi.

Ye Jiaqi picked a wintersweet flower for Xiaoyuzi, and Xiaoyuzi sniffed it, dancing happily.

"Do you like it? Do you like it?" Ye Jiaqi asked.

"Fragrant" the little guy clapped his hands.

Ye Jiaqi picked a few more flowers, and the little grapefruit reached out to pick it up, and like a baby: "Give it to my brother."

Ye Jiaqi smiled: "Do you still know how to give it to your brother? Not bad, mom doesn't love you in vain. Be good, you are so sensible."

The little grapefruit surrounds the wintersweet tree, stepping on the fallen flowers on the ground, and the little face is full of joy.
Chapter completed!