This day's search still ended in failure, this night Qinghuan specially chose a tree far away from Bai Jin's house, near the edge of the city as a place to rest in the middle of the night, but not surprisingly, Bai Jin's neuropathy found himself in the middle of the night.

This time, Qing Huan didn't even bother to struggle, only squinted his eyes, lazily watched Bai Jinti slip away by himself, and quickly returned to the house.

Qing Huan was a little speechless in his heart, feeling that Bai Jin's idea was really weird, and it was not too troublesome to come to find himself night after night, but seeing Bai Jin's attitude of not getting tired of this and not embarrassing it, Qing Huan planned to simply let it go.

In this way, Qinghuan slept in Bai Jin's house at night, and walked around Hangzhou City the next day.

At noon on the fourth day, when Qing Huan walked to an alley near the city wall in the south of Hangzhou, someone finally took a few steps from behind him and rushed to the front of him, looked at him with his eyes several times, and then put the hoe in his hand on the ground and grabbed Qing Huan.

"Gu Xiucai, are you back? When did you come back? Where have you been for most of the year? Aunt Zhang and Banqin are going crazy looking for you, do they know that you are back? ”

Hearing someone call himself Xiucai, Qing Huan realized that this original body was actually a student who had passed the college examination.

Qing Huan looked at the person in front of him, dressed in narrow-sleeved coarse cloth clothes, and tied tightly with a waist rope around his waist. His trouser legs were rolled up to his calves, and he was wearing a pair of straw sandals, and he was holding a hoe in one hand, and his shoes and hoe were covered in mud, and he looked as if he had just returned from working in the fields.

At this time, although Hangzhou City is the third largest city in Dachang, in fact, the population in the city is not dense, although there is no large farmland to cultivate in the city, but many people have vegetable gardens near their homes.

Therefore, seeing this farmer dressed here, Qing Huan didn't feel anything abnormal.

On that face, perennial wind and sun, rough and dark skin, depicted on the forehead with a deep furrow, the expression on the face was both surprised and happy, the furrow was affected by the expression, pulled together, combined with the sweat and earth on the face, full of a thick strength.

Qing Huan didn't know this person, and she didn't hide the doubts in her heart.

"Hello, who are you? I've fallen on my head, I don't remember a lot of things, you know me, do you know who I am?. ”

The man looked at the scholar in front of him, looking at himself with a puzzled and unfamiliar expression, he was a little stunned, looked at the person in front of him blankly, his hand unconsciously loosened, and then grasped it back, grasping it a little tighter than before.

"Gu Xiucai, did you fall too far? Isn't it amazing? Is it okay now? You say you don't remember? Have you not come back for most of the year because of amnesia?

No wonder, no wonder, I just said, how could Brother Gu leave without saying a word, and he didn't even send a letter back for more than half a year.

Your mother and your sister have been looking for you for more than half a year, and they don't see anyone alive or dead。。。。。 Hey, even the old man, I thought you were afraid... Ahh ”

The man sighed, a stack of questions, before Qing Huan could answer, his eyes were already red, and when he saw Qing Huan standing in front of him, his heart was stirring, and he said it to himself again.

"It's good to be back, it's good to be back, the most important thing is to be good, it doesn't matter what else is, how did you find here, have you gone back to see your mother and your sister?"

This time Qing Huan was able to intervene, and at this time she also had mixed feelings in her heart, not to mention what the situation was in the original body's home, at least this uncle who didn't know whether it was a neighbor or a relative, was really concerned about the original body.

"Xiao Ke, I only vaguely remember that I am from Hangzhou, but I can't remember what I am called, where I live, and I can't remember it.

I won't tell you, let alone going home, I can't even remember some people in the family, so I haven't gone back, I don't know who the old man is in Xiao Ke's family, and where is Xiao Ke's home? ”

When the man heard Qing Huan say that he hadn't gone back yet, he threw the hoe and put it on his shoulder, grabbed Qing Huan's arm with one hand, and pulled him forward.

"Your house is not far in front, hurry up, go back with me first, and talk about the rest later, your mother doesn't know how to be happy when she sees you."

The man pulled Qing Huan and walked a few steps to the gate of a small courtyard.

It is actually a small courtyard with blue bricks and tiles, the bricks and tiles are a little broken, and the yard is not big, but compared with the surrounding adobe houses, I don't know how much better.

The door of the courtyard was closed and not closed.

The man took Qing Huan's hand, didn't knock on the door, shouted in his mouth, pushed the door open and walked in.

"Aunt Zhang, Banqin, come out and see who is back."

Qing Huan followed the man into the door, and saw that the open space in the courtyard was not paved with floor tiles, but mud, and the ground was firmly stepped on, and it was sprinkled and clean.

There are two small plots of land left on one side of the yard, some melons, fruits and vegetables are planted, and there is a chicken cage next to the vegetable field, and several chickens are raised, and there is a big yellow dog tied next to the chicken cage, the yellow dog seems to be a little old, and the hair on the side of the mouth is slightly white.

At first, the dog saw the barking of strangers, but when he saw the comer, the bark turned into a crying of joy.

Directly in front of it is a two-story wooden house, three rooms on each floor, the paint on the wooden house has been a little discolored, spotted, and no new paint has been added, I think the house has been built for some years.

There is also a low earthen room connected to the wooden house, only one floor, divided into two rooms, the outermost one is a warehouse, where some miscellaneous items are placed, and the inner one is a stove room.

Before the person appeared, a sweet voice was already heard from the wooden house in front of him.

"Uncle Wang, why did you come back so early today, who came back?"

As these words landed, a little girl about thirteen or fourteen years old, with a red rope wrapped around her head, gray-green narrow sleeves on her upper body, long trousers on her bottom, and a short skirt tied around her waist, walked out of the house with a broom.

As soon as the little girl saw the person standing in the courtyard, the broom in her hand fell to the ground with a clatter.

"Brother!"

The little girl exclaimed, rushed towards Qing Huan, hugged Qing Huan, and then opened her voice with a crying voice.

"Brother, you're back."

Qing Huan was hugged by this little girl, and when she saw her crying sadly, she hugged her back, patted the back of the little girl, and felt a little sour in her heart.

She is an impostor, and her brother has long since died in a corner that no one knows.

"My son~ You're finally back!"

Qing Huan hugged the little girl, and was about to say a few words of relief, when another cry came from her ears.

He hurriedly looked up, and saw an old woman with gray hair standing at the door of the room where the little girl had come out, and the old woman's hands trembled and leaned on the door frame, and tears flowed down her face.

Hearing this, the little girl quickly let go of Qinghuan, raised her feet and walked towards the old woman, and helped her.

"Mother, why did you come out?"

The old woman was held by the little girl, so she let go of her hand holding the door frame, and trembled and raised her feet to walk in the direction of Qinghuan.

Qing Huan dared to stand still, hurriedly walked two steps, and grabbed the old woman's outstretched hand when he came to the old woman.

"My son~, you're back."

The tears on the old woman's face were like beads with broken threads, holding Qinghuan's hand, looking at his face well, except for shouting her son over and over again, she couldn't say a word next to her, and she looked indescribably miserable.