"Grandfather..."
She turned her head, wanting to ask Xie Yuanqiao if Xie Yuan had ever lived here.
But the path behind her was empty, where were their figures?
Birdcalls and the sound of insects filled her ears; there was no sound of other people talking, yet she wasn't afraid at all.
She took a deep breath and quickly walked up to the bamboo house.
Standing at the doorway, it seemed like no one was inside, but the area was unexpectedly clean, with no weeds or such, showing that somebody cleaned it regularly.
But after all, this was someone else's territory, and it wouldn't be right for her to barge in, so she was about to turn around and go home.
Then she saw an old man coming down from the mountainside, hunchbacked, still holding a firewood knife and broom in his hands.
Seeing Su Miaomiao, he hurriedly ran over, excited.
"Aba, Aba, Aba..."
