"Xiao Yezi, you kid, you're too good!" Everyone else was surprised in their hearts, but Erha blurted out directly. After all, Erha is not a husky that can hide things in his heart. Erha is a very straightforward husky.

At the same time, Jiang Jiumei, deep in his heart, thought in surprise, Ye Chen, is really too bullish. Although Jiang Jiumei didn't know the distance between Mocheng and Baitou Village. However, Jiang Jiumei knew how big the entire Mocheng was! Such a large entire Mo City was directly moved to the back of Baitou Village by Ye Chen alone. The time it took was just counting from one to ten, such a short time.

"What is this, it's just a city of ink, and it's not a particularly difficult thing." Ye Chen, as he spoke, immediately smiled. It seems that this matter, Ye Chen, is not in his heart at all. It seems that this matter, for Ye Chen, is a very ordinary, very ordinary thing.

"Sister Ling'er, let's go see your father together. Just tell Uncle Su the good news that you are still alive. "Ye Chen, while speaking. Su Ling walked directly towards Ye Chen.

"I'll grow up, I'll go with you." At this time, Xia Shiliu suddenly shouted at Ye Chen. Yes, there's nothing wrong, it's just shouting.

Xia Shiliu's IQ is not low, but her EQ is a little low. According to what Ye Chen said before, Xia Shiliu naturally knew. Baitou Village is the place where Ye Chen was born. Ye Chen, now, what is this going to do. Xia Shiliu naturally knew that Ye Chen was going to do something. Ye Chen must be going to meet the villagers and elders in his hometown.

Since Ye Chen is going to meet the villagers and elders, how can there be less, Xia Shiliu. This kind of thing, Xia Shiliu, naturally, wants to follow Ye Chen together. At the same time, Xia Shiliu had already imagined the scene where Ye Chen introduced himself to the villagers.

"Alright then, let's do it one piece. Erha, go, take you to eat delicacies from the mountains and seas, delicious food. At this time, Ye Chen also called Erha. Last time, when Ye Chen returned to the village. It's Erha, go back to the village with Ye Chen. Okay, this time, let Su Qishan, goodbye Erha. It seems that last time, Su Qishan met with Erha. Su Qishan, it seems, likes Erha, this husky.

"Okay, Mohong, keep up with this dog." Erha left his seat, stuck out his tongue directly, and then ran towards Ye Chen.

"Well, let's all come with me. It is just right, and it is lively with a lot of people. Then, at this time, Ye Chen immediately spoke.

Ye Chen, just like this, walked in the front, leading everyone in the house towards the door. In this way, this group of people strolled on the top of the country road.

With the sunset, the sunset in the west rises and falls in the clouds on the horizon. The fiery sunset has already dyed half of the sky red. Walking on the gravel path in the field, I came to you, and as far as I could see, you were still so unpredictable. Watching you sink down to the bottom of the mountain without stopping, sitting on the grass beside the river, stroking the youthful and energetic stream, admiring the river and the sunset, smelling the smell of the soil under the grass, and smelling the scorched smell of the soil under the sunset, my thoughts have already drifted into the distance.

Regarding the proposition of the scale of life, Ye Chen has never been able to solve it, maybe he will have to wait until a moonlit night when no one is around. Ye Chen's memory, back to the path in the rice field of his childhood, climbed a treetop that no one cared about, spied on the secrets of life, and then folded the ruler to measure life.

There are many detours, paths, dangerous roads, and dark roads in the journey of life, and only those who are determined and never stop can hope to reach the distance of victory.

The path follows the valley and winds through the pine forest, winding like a light-colored ribbon around the emerald mountains.

Now, the lilac is in full bloom, and it fills the path with its fragrance, sending an invitation to Ye Chen and the others, leading Ye Chen to the depths of the flowers. A small flower surprised Ye Chen. It was a peculiar flower, it had 13 petals, like a small lotus blooming on the branches.

Ye Chen looked at it carefully, yes, it had the smell of cloves, the stems and petals of cloves. In the face of this unique flower, Ye Chen made a wish on each of its petals: I wish world peace, I wish Yan Hanyu was resurrected as soon as possible, I wish everything was harmonious, I wish the country roads would always be quiet, I wish my family would be happy, I would like everyone to be safe, and I would like to be carefree forever......

The trees on both sides of the path are strange, some with thick trunks at the top and thin at the bottom. Some are thin at the top and bottom and thick in the middle. Some of the trees go straight to the sky.

There was a forest path paved with a faint moonlight in Ye Chen's heart, which was winding and disappearing. It's so lingering, so persistent, all the way to someone's heart.

Summer is beautiful. The walls are crawling with a variety of plants. The winding path is lined with wildflowers, some purple, some pink, some blue, and some yellow. They are colorful and come in a variety of shapes. When a gust of wind blows, there will be a faint fragrance!

Not far from the path, there is a quiet pond. In the pond, there is a faint fragrance. Next to the pond, the soil is sticky. Frogs, singing merrily. Occasionally, there are a few playful little fish, like maidens playing in the fields.

Childhood is like a cup of strong coffee, warm to your heart, and childhood is like a cup of light tea, making you reminisce. Childhood is like a stormy rainbow, colorful and dazzling. Childhood is like the afterglow after the sunset, so nostalgic. It's like that winding path, allowing you to grow. It is impossible for the wind to blow away this warm memory, and it is impossible for the rain to cover up this touching melody. Only the lovely sunlight will shine on it and save it.

Walking on the path of his hometown, that kind of nature, that kind of harmony, that kind of comfort, like the wind, slowly drifted into the hearts of Ye Chen and Su Ling. The roads in their hometowns, some are bluestone roads, and some are dirt roads, but this has not affected Ye Chen and Su Ling's enthusiasm for their hometown.

The paths of Qianmo, the fallen leaves, are stacked into boundless thoughts, thickly covering the vicissitudes of the years. A piano sound, accompanied by the deciduous butterfly dancing at the end of the drift, the sound faded away, leaving only a touch of affection and sadness.

Everything is the arrangement of fate, we are powerless, and we are destined to end speechlessly. But when will the lost heart come back?