Lin Yu guessed that the wooden house should be Mrs.'s hometown, although from the words in her wife's mouth, she was also born in the countryside like herself, but Lin Yu still didn't expect that the place where Mrs. lived was so simple, and it was much worse than his own house.

Madame stared for several minutes, but did not speak, and her eyes seemed to see in her eyes the way she had played on the lawn in front of the hut as a child, and the figure of her father returning from farm work and busy cooking for herself, all of which seemed to have happened yesterday.

"Let's go," said Madame at last, after a quiet wait, retracted her gaze and commanded softly.

Rather than seeing her abandoned house, Madame was more concerned about her neighbor, Zhou Shan. After so many years, I don't know what happened to the original brother?

Human memory is a wonderful thing, as long as you keep it in your heart, it will always be as if it just happened. Just like Mrs. still clearly remembers that sunny afternoon, she sat on the bamboo raft for the first time and followed Zhou Shan to that mysterious and hidden place.

Mrs. gradually grew up to understand that it was her first love, although she and Zhou Shan did not say a sweet word, and the two of them did not confess to each other at all, but a kiss, and a piece of mountain road with their backs, is enough to explain everything.

The young and vigorous lady felt that since she had met Zhou Shan, there might be a better man in her life, bringing her a more warm and warm feeling. Indeed, in the following decades, many men became passers-by in Madame's life, but she found that none of them could give her a feeling similar to Zhou Shan, not even a little similar.

Looking back on her life, Mrs. can only regret that the first man who appeared in her life is actually the most suitable son of her life, but this awakening is too late.

Madame's home was not far from Zhoushan, and when the Rolls-Royce drove up the hill completely, Madame saw the house in her memory at a glance.

Unlike his own home, which had been abandoned, the house was clearly still inhabited, with some clothes hanging under the eaves and a chair or two scattered in the hallway.

"Ma'am, is this the place?" said the driver, slowing down. Before coming, the housekeeper had already shown him the general direction, and the driver had already guessed that the house in front of him might be an old friend that Madame wanted to visit.

"Yes, this is it," said Madame, with unconcealed excitement in her words, and when the Rolls-Royce came to a stop, she eagerly stepped out of the car.

Lin Yu walked over and hugged the woman's arm, after all, whether it was the identity of the male maid or the fact that the lady was seriously ill at this time, she should be allowed to maintain some more physical strength.

The driver helped the two of them with an umbrella in the back, blocking most of the oncoming light, Lin Yu asked in his wife's ear, "Do you want me to inquire first, is he not at home?" With Madame's current identity and status, her time and energy are absolutely not allowed to be wasted, only others cooperate with her time, and it is impossible for her to wait for others. Lin Yu considered that maybe the man named Zhou Shan had gone out now, so he could inquire first so as not to let his wife go in vain.

But Madame shook her head slightly, "Let's go, I haven't walked this road for a long time," Madame's eyes kept glued to the door of the house as she said this, as if she was ready to see the person she remembered coming out of the house.

After leaving the road and walking another yellow mud path only one person wide, the group finally came to the gate of the house. Madame looked around, as if decades had passed, and this place was still what she saw when she was a child, she involuntarily took a deep breath, walked to the front of the door alone, stretched out her right palm, hesitated for a moment, and gently patted twice on the wooden door, "Yes, anyone?"

At this moment, Lin Yu couldn't help but hold his breath, but after listening closely, there didn't seem to be any movement in the room.

Mrs. stood and waited for a while, and couldn't help but feel a little disappointed in her heart, maybe she didn't come at the right time, Zhou Shan was not at home now. But she was still unwilling to raise her palm again, and knocked twice more vigorously on the wooden door, "Is anyone there?"

This time there was finally a response from inside, and Madame clearly heard the sound of footsteps getting closer and closer, and the next thing was the movement of the wooden door about to be opened.

Madame's palm unconsciously covered the position of her chest, she found that her heart had not beaten so fast for a long time, with her current identity and experience, even if she signed a bill of more than one billion yuan at the negotiation table, she could do it without changing her face and heartbeat. But now, when she came to meet an ordinary rural man, she was uncontrollably nervous.

If Zhou Shan still lives here, then he must have stayed in this mountain village like his mother, Mrs. flashed such a thought in her mind, in the countryside, adult men and women get married very early, presumably Zhou Shan is the same. He is definitely not like he is alone now, according to age, Zhou Shan's grandchildren should be born, and the feeling of being full of children and grandchildren should be very happy.

Mrs. was nervous, and some self-pity rose in her heart, she was afraid that the brother in her memory really lived the life she imagined, so that her lonely old age situation seemed too pitiful, and she even hoped a little selfishly that Zhou Shan was not doing so well, maybe she was still thinking about herself in her heart?

The wooden door was opened from the outside in, and Madame wanted to make herself look more natural, so she forced a polite smile on her face. But only Lin Yu knew that the embarrassed smile on her face revealed the tension in her heart even more. Lin Yu can understand his wife's mood at this time, after all, this man named Zhou Shan is not only an old friend who hasn't seen him for decades, but also grew up with his wife as a childhood sweetheart. Even if Mrs. didn't find out the relationship between the two of them, Lin Yu had already guessed that they were definitely not childhood playmates.

As the creaking stopped, a young face appeared behind the wooden door, looking to be in her twenties, and a woman. The other party looked at the two strangers standing in front of his door, and asked suspiciously, "Excuse me, who are you looking for?"