A gust of wind blew, and some sand blurred her eyes.

She raised her hand and rubbed it.

A tear fell from the corner of his eye.

The yellow sand in the capital was really scorching, and it made her cry if she wasn't careful.

Today, Ye Jiaqi wore a light yellow coat and blended in with the crowd, looking ordinary.

Dragging her suitcase, she was petite and thin.

She walked to the platform and hailed a taxi to Qiao Zhai.

The car drove forward, taking the road she was most familiar with. After more than ten years of driving, she seemed to know how to go even with her eyes closed.

She really closed her eyes slowly, and the only sound left in her ears was the sound of the strong wind.

There is a church a little further, and the roadside is lined with poplar trees.

Further ahead there is an old bell tower, and the bell upstairs is still ringing.

"Bah, bah, bah..." The eight-year-old girl grabbed Josnian's hand, "Big dog, I want to go home with you."

"Um?"

"Go home!" She chewed the lollipop and slurred her words.

But there are traces of clarity behind his eyes, his eyes are clean and his face is childish.

She held on to his hand and refused to let go.

At that time, her little hands were dirty, but his clothes were clean and had a light fragrance.

"Go home!" She raised her little face and looked at him innocently.

"May I have your name."

"Ye Jiaqi!"

Just like that, the eight-year-old girl went home with him, a stranger.

That day, they took this road, the road leading to Qiao's house.

When she was a child, she didn't know what a human trafficker was. Although her mother said she couldn't go with strangers, she was hungry.

She still remembers that on the first day she came to Qiao Zhai, he asked Aunt Lu to cook a lot of delicious food for her.

Many of them were things she had never eaten before.

At first, she was too timid to eat it.

Later, she found out that he was the only one at home and she was very hungry, so she started eating.

It was not enough to eat with chopsticks, so she grabbed it with her hands.

Ye Jiaqi, who was leaning against the taxi window, laughed out loud. A little girl grabbing food with her hands appeared in front of her eyes.

That time, she was grabbing food, but of course Josnian caught her in the act.

But he didn't say anything. When she was full, he dragged her to the sink and washed her hands with fragrant hand sanitizer.

At that time, everything about Qiao Zhai was strange and novel to her.

Where has she seen so many good things?

She used to be a country girl.

I didn't expect...so many years have passed, so many years.

From separation to separation, she never expected to see him in this way this time.

The last one?

Suddenly, Ye Jiaqi burst into tears. Tears welled up from her eyes. She cried like a child.

The uncle driver was frightened: "Girl, what's wrong with you?"

He was laughing just now, why was he crying again? The driver was puzzled.

Ye Jiaqi didn't respond and just cried.

Tears wet her scarf and hair, and her eyes were red.

The driver handed her a tissue.

However, the tears are like rain, continuous and unstoppable.

Crying filled the entire narrow space inside the car, and her long eyelashes were trembling with tears hanging on them.

She was sobbing uncontrollably, her shoulders twitching and her throat choked with sobs.

A breath was stuck in her heart, as if there was a needle. She cried out and pricked her heart, which made her bleed dripping with pain.

Her heart felt like it was being held tightly by a hand, and she couldn't breathe in the oppressive space.
Chapter completed!