They don't see decent people here all year round. It is rare to see one, also with a proud posture, at the end of the bluestone road, with the tone of almsgiving, to reward them with some living materials.

They will never be able to walk down the bluestone road.

"Mother, is she a fairy?" a little girl of five or six years old asked her mother suspiciously.

"Mother doesn't know. Her mother couldn't give her a positive answer. Because, she has lived here for decades and has never seen such a scene.

Ye Qingchen heard the voice and looked over. The little girl was holding her mother's legs, wearing patched clothes, and her face was black like a cowardly cat.

"I'm not a fairy. Ye Qingchen said with a smile.

"Then why, you're different from us?"

"I was the same when I was a kid, so you'll be like me when you grow up. Ye Qingchen squatted down. She always had a shallow smile on her face.

The little girl didn't seem to understand, but her mother understood Ye Qingchen's words. She didn't know how to explain it to her daughter, she only knew that the fairy-like girl in front of her did not have a lofty posture, but affectionately regarded this place as her former home.

"This is a gift for you, can you share it with your friends?" Ye Qingchen handed the little girl a paper bag full of food. After hesitating for a while, the little girl took the food at the urging of her mother, thanked her and carried her little friend.

"Excuse me, does Old Man Gao live here?" When the little girl ran away, Ye Qingchen stood up and asked the little girl's mother.

"Elder Gao?"

"The old man she said is not a crazy old man, isn't he? Isn't the crazy old man's surname Gao?" someone on the side chimed in.

"Oh, you say crazy old man, he lives over there. "Probably because the houses here are scattered, like a maze, afraid that Ye Qingchen will not find the way, she simply led Ye Qingchen over.

In front of a particularly dilapidated house that exuded a musty smell among the many houses, Ye Qingchen hesitated for a long time. She never dared to believe that the once high-spirited and legendary man in the story of Jin Lao would now succumb to this corner and live like a cockroach and rat woman.

Even, if it weren't for the fresh smell of medicine wafting from the house from time to time, she would have thought that this place had been uninhabited for a long time.

"Senior Gao, in the lower leaf light dust, came to visit. ”

She was met with silence and a faint gasp.

Ye Qingchen frowned. As a skilled healer, she could hear something.

"Senior Gao, are you okay?" Ye Qingchen asked. Just now, she heard from the little girl's mother that the senior is not in good health, and there is a faint serious trend recently.

Ye Qingchen still didn't get a response.

"That junior bothered. Ye Qingchen raised his voice and strode into the room after speaking.

As expected, the inside of this dilapidated house was dark and damp like a dungeon. A small house with a mud stove, a table, and a bed.

A withered figure, lying on the bed, covered with a moldy quilt, was dying.

"Gao senior. Ye Qingchen's heart tightened, for fear that if he was one step too late, this person would pass away suddenly.

After probing his pulse, Ye Qingchen took out some urgently needed medicine from the space bracelet and mixed it with water for Old Man Gao to take. After a quarter of an hour's effort, the old man on the bed finally woke up.