When she asked that question, He Yanzi was dumbfounded.
He paused for a moment, not yet having decided how to answer, when suddenly they passed over a bumpy section of the road. All four were jostled, and the topic was abruptly changed.
By the time they passed that stretch of road, they had already reached the village entrance.
The two little ones were curiously leaning against the car windows, looking outside, and instantly forgot about what had just happened, exclaiming "wow wow wow" in surprise and delight, pointing and asking questions.
Ye Manman also felt a sense of nostalgia.
After all these years, Qingshui Village still remained the same, with hardly any changes.
The same old dirt roads, the same run-down houses, the same mountains full of lush foliage.
Yet some of those dilapidated houses were clearly new ones that had been built in recent years, indicating that someone in the village was doing quite well.
