When he was tired of walking, Qiao Si Nian would sit on the stone by the roadside and light a cigarette.

I looked back and found that he had walked so far, and it seemed that he was not as difficult as he thought.

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

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

The white smoke swayed on his face, adding a bit of hazy feeling to his deep and noble face. The scorching sun shone on him, and his forehead was covered with a thin layer of sweat.

The mountain is really deserted.

His clothes and shoes were covered with dust, and his head was also a little embarrassed.

But what made him feel distressed was that the flowers were much more delicate than him, and the petals had become much wilted, and they could not resist the scorching sun.

In early summer, there is not even a breeze on the mountain, and the leaves remain motionless.

Qiao Sinian sat on the stone for a while, waited for the cigarettes to finish smoking, and continued to rush forward. He carefully protected the flowers, but fortunately, it was not far away.

It was the hottest time of the day, at around 1:00 p.m.

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

After walking for about half an hour, he finally saw a figure, an old man wearing a straw hat, with a basket behind him, as if he was picking herbs.

Qiao Sinian shouted: "Hi, old man, how far is Qingshan Village?"

The old man's ears were very good, so he immediately turned his head and stared at Qiao Sinian up and down, confirming that he didn't know this person.

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

"Go and see me...friend."

"You came here on such a hot day?"

"The car broke down halfway."

"Then you have a lot of perseverance. Qingshan Village is not far away. You should walk for about half an hour and just walk along this road."

"Thanks."

"No need to thank you, your face is covered with dust. There is a stream on the roadside. Please wash your face." The old man looked at him a few more times, "He is quite handsome. The village is so lively this year, and the handsome guys come one by one."

Josnian: “…”

Who else?

"Don't be the one who comes to our village to deceive girls. There are fewer girls in our village." The old man muttered.

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

"Teacher Ye, what are you asking about Teacher Ye for?"

"She is my friend."

The old man looked at him vigilantly again: "You will know when you go to the village."

"Oh, thank you."

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

Qiao Sinian followed the old man's words and found a clean stream, washed his hands, and washed his face.

Everything in the mountains is pure, and even the stream is like a mirror, which can be seen in the clear and bright light.

He knew that he was not far from her.

What is she doing?

Are you in class? Or are you playing games with the child? I haven’t seen her for a year, how are she okay? And Xiao Yuzi and their daughter have grown up too?

Qiao Sinian's heart couldn't help but beat. This feeling of heartbeat coincided with the feeling when she first kissed her many years ago.

He missed her, and even breathed with longing and urgency.

Does she still hate him? Or hate him?

After all, he has done a lot to her that he can't even forgive himself.

Even when she gave birth to a baby Yuzu, he knew nothing about it. He was not worthy of being a father or a husband.

Qiao Sinian pursed her lips and looked straight at the road ahead.

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Chapter completed!