Chapter 1362

In recent years, there has been a cement road from here to the village, which was donated by Fu Yunsheng's charity to repair it.

However, even if there is such a road, if the people inside want to get out, it is just a better road, and it still takes a lot of time, after all, no one in Qinghe Village can afford to buy a car.

In the summer, he drove all the way on this mountain road, while Fu Yunsheng in the back seat kept looking out the window.

The scenery outside seemed to remind him of a lot of the past.

Fu Yunsheng's face had a hint of bitterness, but he would smile faintly from time to time, this feeling was actually very sad.

The car drove on the mountain road for more than half an hour, and finally came to Qinghe Village.

This is a mountain village on a large mountain, and it is still the scene of the nineties of the last century, with many houses and earthen walls.

Although it has received donations from the Fu Yunsheng Foundation, it is impossible to cover everything, and most of the money is used to build roads, build schools, and connect water and electricity to the village.

In the summer, the car was parked, and Li Rong supported Fu Yunsheng, all the way to a farmhouse yard in Qinghe Village.

It was Fu Yunsheng's home.

It used to be an earthen wall, but now it is a red brick bungalow.

The mud fence in the yard in front of the house has not changed, and there is a mouth in the yard, which was made when Fu Yunsheng and Yang Fang got married.

The gate of the yard was locked, and there was no one inside.

Fu Yunsheng stood outside the courtyard, looking at the familiar and unfamiliar scene inside, looking very lonely.

"There's no one at home!" Summer said on the side.

"Hmm." Fu Yunsheng nodded.

At that moment, two dark-skinned women walked towards him.

"Who are you looking for?" One of the women asked.

These two women were both natives of this Qinghe Village, and they must have known Fu Yunsheng before.

However, this Fu Yunsheng has not come back for more than 20 years, and he is not like being tortured by illness, so they have not recognized Fu Yunsheng.

Li Rong asked, "Excuse me, is Aunt Yang Fang Yang here?" ”

"Yang Fang?"

One of the women frowned: "Who are you?" ”

"Oh, we are her distant relatives, and we happened to come to Suzhou and Hangzhou this time, so I wanted to come and see her."

"Oh, it turned out to be a distant relative."

The woman replied, "Yang Fang has been dead for almost three years, and now his son Yang Jiajun lives, Jiajun is a teacher in our village, and he is now teaching the children at school." ”

"Yang Fang has passed away."

Hearing the news, Fu Yunsheng's heart twitched fiercely, and a wave of sadness hit his heart.

He was not only sad about Yang Fang's death, but also that his son Fu Jiajun's surname was also changed to his mother's surname, and it can be seen that their mother and son may not have forgiven him all along.

What's more, Fu Yunsheng is not qualified to ask for their forgiveness.

"Where is the school?" Summer asked.

The woman pointed to a hill on the other side and said, "Over that hill, the children of several nearby villages go to school there, and it takes about ten minutes to walk, and it was donated to Qinghe Mountain by a foundation in the city." ”