Lu Rui thought back carefully, but it had been too long, and the route leading to the village had become a blur to him.
"At that time, it was the villagers themselves who came to the airport to pick up your mother and me. We traveled mostly through large mountains."
"In my eyes, all mountains look the same. If you asked me to make the trip again, I might not be able to find the right path."
Lu Jingzhi then asked, "Is that village really very poor?"
"Considering how difficult the road is, it must be quite poor, I suppose. I had thought about donating money to fix the roads, but Qiaoqiao said they didn't want to be disturbed by too many people."
Lu Rui stopped speaking at this point.
He recalled some details—people in the village didn't look like farmers; they didn't bear the weather-beaten look that comes with hard labor.
In fact, each person had a rather good demeanor, and he wondered if it was because they were older or if the isolation had brought about this change.
