The rain outside was already heavy, and there was a thunderclap from time to time, which made people's hearts tremble.

Yan was sitting at the head of the bed, and she was also thinking about her decision. She just felt sorry for Yao Si. A girl stayed in the capital, but no one took care of her. Even if something happened, her family would not know. If Wei Zha had not come to tell them this time, she would not know that Yao Si had actually walked in the gates of hell.

When Yan thought of this, she was so shocked that she was sweating coldly. When she came to Beijing, she even went day and night just to see Yao Si early.

Obviously they just lived their lives honestly, so why can't they avoid these troubles? Yan sat at the head of the bed, thinking about the past, what happened in the future, what will happen to Yao Si in the future, and how Yao General will stand out in the future.

Her head was in chaos, but there was a sudden thunder outside, which scared her heart to tremble. She came to her senses and realized that Yao Zhengyu had not come back yet. It was almost half an hour before she felt anxious. She quickly got out of bed, put on her clothes and hurried out.

As soon as I walked to the door, before I could push the door open from outside, Yao Zhengyu came back.

Yao Zhengyu's face looked very bad, a little angry, helpless and confused. Yan thought Yao Zhengyu was still angry with him, so he couldn't help but laugh and scolded: "It's all the old husband and wife, but I'm just saying that, I know it's not that easy to stay in the city.

At that time, Meng'er had not used much money for us. I calculated it just now, and it was just enough for us to hold on to home, but I just went back... I don't know when this winter will pass, and there is really no way. There are still some things at home that can be sold even if it is sold."

Yao Zheng and Yao walked into the room silently, sat down on the table, poured himself a glass of water, and drank it dry in one breath, but still couldn't suppress the haze and anger in his heart. He poured a few more cups and suddenly slapped the cup on the table with a bang.

Yan was startled and knew that Yao Zhengyu had something to do, so he sat down and asked, "I said that I went home directly, why are you still angry?"

"I can't go back." Yao Zhengyu suddenly said without warning, with half sadness and half angry in his tone.

Yan was stunned and asked in confusion: "What does it mean to be unable to go back? Is it raining too much? I can't leave tomorrow, so it doesn't matter if I delay the day."

Yao Zhengyu suddenly became a little angry: "If you can't go back, you can't go back. Your home has been smashed, and everyone in the village has already escaped. Guess who I'm touching, I'm touching Mao Xiucai."

Yan was shocked and was a little confused by these words: "What the hell is going on, do you explain it clearly? What does it mean that someone is smashed by a house? Mao Xiucai is really here too?"

Yao Zheng and Lian sighed a few times before whispering: "The refugees from Yuzhou broke into our village. They snatched all the things and smashed their homes. The villagers all left, and many people came to Beijing and some went to other places. Mao Xiucai finally left. There were only a few elderly people in the village who couldn't walk. Mao Xiucai planned to go to Beijing. He was... planning to join us."

The news was so shocking that Yan was unable to come back for a long time. The two were silent for a long time before Yan said tremblingly: "Home has been smashed?"

"It's smashed." Yao Zhengyu said in pain. It was a place that had lived for more than ten years. It was gone. The place that protects his family disappeared in an instant. He no longer knew where to go.

Yan asked again: "Where is the scholar Mao now?"

"I was resting next door and I opened a guest room for him. He suffered a lot along the way. His cold clothes were stolen. He only had a thin set of clothes on his body. He almost froze to death as he walked over."

Yan couldn't help crying. Yao Si had been studying with Mao Xiucai since he was a child. Mao Xiucai was Yao Si's enlightenment teacher. This kind of kindness alone should be remembered for the rest of his life.

The road ahead suddenly disappeared, and she, a woman, didn't know what to do, and asked, "Scholar Mao has come, and that Xiaotou Village must be unable to go back. What should we do?"

Yao Zhengyu sighed, and was silent for a long time. The expression on his face changed constantly. Sometimes he was hesitant, sometimes reluctant to leave, sometimes firm. Finally, he gritted his teeth and took a little determination: "We will go back to Linxi."

Go back... Linxi? Yan was lost for a moment, and her eyes were dazed. The past passed by like flowing water. Although many years have passed, the memories of the past are still vivid in my mind.

She sighed with emotion: "Go back? Do you take it seriously?"

Yao Zheng and his hands rubbed their eyebrows, as if they had given up their struggle: "Let's go back, go back, some things will eventually be settled. Since God will not let us spend it safely, then... we can only face it."

So what should I do when I go back? Yan had countless questions in his mind, but he didn't dare to ask. If there was a problem, he had no solution. So what should I do? There is no way out to go back to Xiaotou Village, and there may not be a way out to go back to Beijing.

Without asking, Yao Zhengyu said first: "Don't you want to open a restaurant? We will open a restaurant. I will write and sell paintings with others. Humph! Although I, Yao Zhengyu, can buy a handful of characters and paintings, but it can be settled. As for the house, we can only live in Jinbuju for the time being, and wait until the mobile phone has some money before finding a place to live."

He paused and said, "Scholar Mao was kind to us, so he let him live in Jinbu. He was afraid that he would go to find a private school teacher to make a living, and we would be able to help each other."

Yan was slightly surprised. Unexpectedly, Yao Zhengyu wanted to live in Beijing. She knew that this was not easy for her own men and couldn't help but feel moved: "It's natural. Even if you move out of Jinbuju in the future, you can still live in the same place. He is Sier's mentor, and we should be grateful for it for the rest of our lives."

The two of them said this well, although they were both heavy, this was the only way at the moment. They were wrong no matter what. It was just that some things were not a way to avoid them. Perhaps... in the dark, they each had a path they had to go.

It was raining outside the house, and only a burst of thunder sounded from time to time. The trees were blown to sway left and right, like ghosts, and the swaying shadows were cast on the window, which made them even more terrifying.

The room was quiet, not even a trace of wind. The candlelight jumped slightly, and Wei Zha picked up the fire core. He heard a flapping sound from the window outside. He put down the bamboo sticks and opened the window, but it was a wet dove.

Wei Zha took off the small bamboo tube on the pigeon's legs, opened it and finished reading it first, smiled on his face, walked to Qiu Ji and said, "Young Master, I finally met you. Now I'm in Dahe, and it's only five days to come back."

Qiu Ji nodded slightly and asked again: "Can those refugees who committed the crime be found?"

"I found some of them and gave them all the places to go, and I can't starve to death." Wei Zha said.

Qiu Ji leaned on the back of the chair and sighed slightly, "Sooner or later those refugees will go to Xiaotou Village. This is also good. Only when they are all in Beijing can I guard them."
Chapter completed!