Qiao Shengbao didn't know what Qiao Qingyu was up to, so he slowed down the bike. Qiao Qingyu hopped off, looked around, and sure enough, they had taken the wrong path—this road led to Hejia Village. Not far off, the water shimmered in the light; wasn't that the big river?
Qiao Qingyu pointed ahead, laughing, "Brother Shengbao, look where you've taken me?"
Qiao Shengbao squinted and took a good look, then his face turned red all of a sudden, and he scratched his head, "I didn't remember it wrong, this is the road."
"A road can indeed be taken the wrong way."
Because it also has two directions!
Qiao Qingyu didn't say much, because that's just how he was—a person who truly had no sense of direction.
Today's temperature was much higher than usual, and the autumn sunlight was particularly warm. The sky was a deep, clear blue. Since they had cycled here, she pointed to the river ahead and told Qiao Shengbao she wanted to walk along the riverbank.
That was doable.
