Back to Mang Village

The next morning, a breeze blew through the crack in the window into a small bedroom less than 20 square meters.

In the bedroom, He Xiyan got dressed quickly and combed her hair. She moved very quickly, finishing all this in less than five minutes.

Chen Jiahang got up earlier than she did. He had cooked two bowls of egg noodles.

He had asked for days leave for today and tomorrow, because today was his father's death anniversary and tomorrow they needed to go purchase local products in the countryside.

After breakfast, they came to the west bus station of Li City together and bought two tickets to Mang village.

The bus arrived at Mang village punctually at 11 a.m.

Mang village was the same as before, quite backward. Without a single decent house in sight at a glance, all were adobe houses.

He Xiyan got down from the bus. She walked with Jiahang to their home, an adobe house eight kilometers away.