At the end of August in the middle of summer, Yunxi Town was shrouded in clouds and mist.

It had just rained, and the air was still a little foggy and wet.

A blue taxi bumped along the town's path, attracting the attention of many villagers along the way.

In front of an alley, the driver stopped the car and turned his head.

"Two, it's here."

A pair of middle-aged men and women dressed in noble clothes and a girl in a sweet princess dress got out of the car.

They walked towards a small bluestone alley in front of them.

The town here has not been polluted by the industrialization of the city, and still retains the elegant taste of thousands of years, with small bridges and flowing water, looking from afar, like a hazy landscape painting.

A clear river separates the two banks, and the houses on both sides of the river are full of quaint charm.

There are many villagers sitting on the stone bridge enjoying the cool weather, looking back frequently.

There are many houses in the alley, full of fireworks, blue and white mottled walls, uneven floor tiles, but the front of the door is very clean.

A few children ran along the way with small windmills, looking back at them from time to time.

The three of them walked to a house.

The wooden door was hidden.

The couple looked at each other, and the man reached out and pushed the door open.

The small courtyard is a little simple, but it is very clean, brooms, bamboo baskets, wooden barrels and other tools are neatly placed on the steps, a few low and dilapidated bungalows, simply furnished, and a small fenced vegetable garden in front.

A few people were about to go in, when they saw a girl open the curtain on the opposite side and walk out.

The man's footsteps paused.

The girl took a small dustpan and walked to the vegetable garden and squatted down, reaching out to pull the weeds next to the radish seedlings.

The little white hands were stained with mud.

She was wearing gray clothes, her fluffy black hair was tied behind her head, a few strands of hair hung down from her ears, and the tip of her delicate little nose looked thin and thin.

The man's eyes were slightly hot, and he was about to step forward, but he heard footsteps, and the girl stopped her movements and turned her head.

She has a soft and delicate little face, and clear black eyes like almonds, and her temperament is as warm and clear as a small lake, quiet and quiet.

Seeing a few strangers standing at the door, she slowly stood up.

"Uncle, aunt...... Who are you looking for? ”

Somewhat crappy Mandarin.

Low and soft, with the unique softness of the water town.

A man's heart is like being grabbed by something.

The woman looked away from the girl's face and looked at the girl in her arms.

"Dead girl, have you finished it, why don't you do it quickly-"

At this moment, a sharp female voice came from the side.

A few people turned their heads, only to see a plainly dressed peasant woman, about forty or fifty years old, with a somewhat sallow complexion, carrying a bamboo dustpan on her waist, scolding and scolding the curtain next to her and walking out.

Before the words fell, when the woman looked up and saw the three people opposite, she let go of her hands in fright, and with a "bang", the bamboo sieve fell to the ground.

The beans inside were spilled on the ground.

The man's face sank a little.

But the woman didn't have time to care, her eyes swept over the pair of men and women, her eyes fluctuated, and she froze on the girl wearing a small dress next to her, and after staying for less than a second, her face turned a little pale, and she was about to turn around immediately.

"Ms. Yang Hongmei, wait."

An Zhonghuai spoke in a deep voice.

The woman in front of her froze in place, revealing a somewhat flustered look.