"Forget it, let's look for her anyway, even if it's just for show," Auntie Zhao said.
So, Xia Dabao and Long Aixi began their search together, while the widow Chen went on her own, and the three parties started searching for the person in the village.
Xia Dabao and Long Aixi searched from the head of the village to the tail, and still saw no sign of Axiang. She held an umbrella, while Long Aixi was wearing a bamboo hat and a straw raincoat. Long Aixi kept reminding Xia Dabao from behind, "Be careful not to step into a puddle!"
"Be careful, the mud ahead is slippery!"
Although Long Aixi was reminding Xia Dabao, he himself was the one in a sorry state. He was used to walking on the flagstone roads of the provincial city. Once it rained in the countryside, ***** his white garment hem had already turned the color of mud.
Seeing that they couldn't find anyone, Xia Dabao slowed down her pace and said with concern, "What do you think, where in the world could Axiang have gone?"
