meet han guang

Chapter 115 That Ye Family Village (2)

Ye Mingzhen lowered the car window, looked at the man in the wheelchair at the door through the rain curtain, and the man was also watching her silently.

The car started and drove forward.

Ye Mingzhen looked at the rear mirror of the car, Gu Yao's figure gradually drifted away...

"Reluctant to part with my cousin?" Shi Hanguang's low voice reached Ye Mingzhen's ears.

Ye Mingzhen withdrew his gaze, turned his head to look at the man sitting aside who didn't know when he started playing Rubik's Cube.

"It's just a little emotional, after all, we have been a couple for so many years." Ye Mingzhen took a shuffled Rubik's Cube and tried to play.

It's just that no matter how you turn it, it's not right. Seeing that Shi Hanguang's hands are fast, and a Rubik's cube is almost closed immediately, she puts down the Rubik's cube. She really can't play this kind of high-intelligence game that requires patience.

"Want to learn?" Shi Hanguang put the adjusted Rubik's Cube in front of Ye Mingzhen.

"Forget it, I don't have the patience."

"That's right, as far as your scumbag IQ is concerned, forget it."

Ye Mingzhen glared at him, then looked at the rain scene outside the car again: "Han Guang, I now realize that Gu Yao is not as annoying as I thought."

Shi Hanguang didn't respond, just when Ye Mingzhen thought he wouldn't respond, his hoarse voice came: "Women are soft-hearted."

Ye Mingzhen glanced at him, said nothing more, leveled the car seat, and prepared to sleep.

The carriage returned to silence, only the rain outside the window was beating on the window...

After a long day and night of trekking, at daybreak, two off-road vehicles slowly drove into a small mountain village in the northwest of City B.

Most of the villagers in this small mountain village were named Yejiacun because most of them were surnamed Ye.

The villagers are more or less blood related, and they are all their own family members who can't see up and down.

The Ye family's ancestral house is at the entrance of the village. It is an old house with a long history. There is a row of small bungalows next to it. It was a small workshop for making noodles.

Because in Ye Mingzhen's generation, there are no more noodle shops, and young people in the village have gone to big cities to study and make a living, and these handicrafts have gradually declined.

The small workshop is now vacant.

Ye Mingzhen's grandmother gave Ye Mingzhen the inheritance rights of the old house.

Fearing that the old house would be abandoned, Ye Mingzhen let her third uncle live in it all the time.

Her third uncle is in his fifties this year. His wife died early and never remarried. He has stayed in this deep mountain all his life.

At this time, the old house is covered with a veil of mystery. Even with bright street lights, there is still an indescribable atmosphere.

Before coming, she had already informed third uncle.

Before reaching the gate of the old house, I heard dogs barking from the yard.

As soon as the car stopped at the gate of the old house, the third uncle had already heard the sound and came to open the door.

Ye Ming really woke up Shi Hanguang, who was like a child. This guy was active all day, and fell asleep when he lay down at night. She called for a long time before waking him up.

It's just that he looked sleepy, and I don't know if he really woke up.

He just got out of the car and was still standing beside Ye Mingzhen, tilted his head, leaned on Ye Mingzhen's shoulder, and seemed to be falling asleep again.

"He's dead." Ye Mingzhen had no choice but to reach out to support him. Fortunately, Ah Feng who was at the side came to help him.

"Xiaozhen, the room has been cleaned up, help your friend to sleep quickly." The third uncle saw it and wanted to come up to help.

"You lead the way." Ah Feng deliberately avoided the hand extended by the third uncle, called a bodyguard on the side, and helped his second young master walk to the old house.

(End of this chapter)