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Yan Junge, Old Zhang and the village chief walked for nearly an hour on the mountain road and finally arrived at the minibus station. Old Zhang and the village chief were used to it and did not feel tired. Seeing Yan Junge wiping his sweat and swallowing his saliva, the village chief took out the glass jar and handed it to him.

The latter took a big gulp, and the dry and burning feeling in his throat finally subsided. He sighed comfortably, "Village Chief, you are really thoughtful. Thank you!"

The village chief smiled and didn't take it seriously. He poured the water into the lid and took a big sip, then passed it to Old Zhang. "This is how it is in the village. The distance is long and there are few cars. The weather is so hot now. If you are traveling, you can only bring your own water, otherwise you will be thirsty."

Yan Junge looked at the sign that didn't look like a bus stop, and followed the village chief's example by sitting on a stone pier at the side. "Village chief, how often does this bus come?"

"There are two trips a day, one round trip. You have to wait 10 minutes at each stop. If you miss it, you have to wait until the next day."

"Is this place quite far from the city?"

"Our village is not too far away. If we can get on the bus smoothly, we can arrive there by noon!"

Noon? I looked at the clock this morning and it was just past 7 o'clock when I came out. Now it's 8 o'clock if I walk here for an hour. It takes three or four hours to get here. It's really far.

Yan Junge lifted up his rough old man's sweatshirt and wiped the sweat off his body. His abdominal muscles were clearly defined under the sweatshirt, shining with a healthy luster in the sun. Crystal clear beads of sweat flowed slowly along the texture of his muscles, dotted on his bronze skin.

Take two deep breaths, the contraction and relaxation of the abdominal muscles, accompanied by the dripping of sweat, showing a perfect combination of strength and beauty.

The village chief patted him with his hand and said jokingly, "Xiao Yan, you are such a strong man, there must be a lot of women who like you! Do you have a girlfriend? Do you want me to introduce you to someone?"

"Hehe, village chief, there are so many people who like me that I guess they have to line up from the beginning to the end of the village. I'm overwhelmed to choose, hahaha!"

"Hahaha, you've got great potential, let me show you what you can do!"

"Ha ha ha ha!!!"

The two chatted for a while. Old Zhang only observed Yan Junge and had no intention of joining the group chat. Not long after, the car finally arrived. The village chief waved his hand vigorously, and the car stopped, raising a cloud of dust. The car door opened with a "creaking" sound. The luggage rack on the roof was piled with various packages and boxes, and it looked shaky.

The old minibus bumped along the bumpy road, the paint on the body peeling off, revealing the rusty metal base. The seats in the car were badly worn, making a squeaking sound when sitting on them. The glass on the windows was a little blurry, covered with dust and dirt.

The passengers were crowded together, some were looking out the window silently, some were talking in low voices. There was no room, so they had to stand. Yan Junge's height was really eye-catching. He half leaned on the horizontal bar, occasionally talking to the village chief and then to Old Zhang, which was quite harmonious.

The minibus stopped at the next village, and passengers got on and off. Finally, two seats were empty, and the village chief and Old Zhang sat down, while Yan Junge sat directly on the steps behind the bus. After looking at each other, the village chief smiled and said, "Xiao Yan, you are still smart."

"That's it! Hey, village chief," Yan Junge lowered his voice and looked at the woman carrying chickens and ducks on the roadside not far away. The latter nodded, "I guess she took them to the city to sell them. Don't look at this shabby little car. Several villages nearby rely on it for transportation."

"Oh~ Got it!"

The three of them staggered into the city at noon. Although it was a city, the houses were slightly better, there were more people, and there were more vendors. The water they brought was finished long ago, and they licked their chapped lips and decided to go to the local prison first.

The village chief took out his certificate, explained his purpose, and made a record, but nothing was gained. After filling the glass jar with water, the three of them went to a roadside stall to eat a bowl of noodles.

"Xiao Yan, your situation is rare. A man in his early thirties can't find his home. Why don't we go to the hospital?" The village chief finished the last mouthful of noodles, drank the noodle soup, and wiped his mouth.

"Village Chief, I'm quite sane, really. Uncle, please prove it to me!"

Old Zhang also wiped his mouth and looked him up and down. His expression was not good, "I'm not a doctor either!"

"Hahaha!!!" The village chief laughed at him, and Yan Junge laughed too. He came here today to prove that he didn't lie, so that Old Zhang could rest assured that he could stay here. He was also a little conflicted, wanting to accompany the baby to grow up, and at the same time, he wanted to go back to see Yanyan as soon as possible.

But he had no way to go back, alas!

After finishing the last bit of noodles and drinking the noodle soup, the three of them prepared to go for a walk.

"It's not easy to go into the city. I'll buy some things and catch the afternoon bus back."

Yan Junge nodded. He had no money on him, and his pockets were cleaner than his face. He could only follow the two men and carry things. He bought some chickens, two pounds of meat, some snacks, and a bag of miscellaneous daily necessities.

Then they went to the train station. Yan Junge could tell from the words that they were going to pick someone up, but he couldn't figure out who it was for a long time. He tightened the net bag in his hand and followed.

The old-fashioned train station had green and white walls, and some of the glass on the windows was broken and hastily patched up with tape or paper.

Stepping on the creaking floor tiles, the three of them stared outside, "Uncle, what time is the train?"

Old Zhang turned his head and glanced at the big clock hanging in the waiting room. "Two-thirty!"

There was still half an hour left. Yan Junge nodded, picked up his things, found a chair and sat down. He tilted his head slightly and exhaled. The ceiling fan was turning slowly, making a slight "creaking" sound.

He thought about the stations and place names he had seen before, but couldn't find any matching ones. Could it be that the names had been changed?

It was already past 2: while he was daydreaming. The village chief and Old Zhang sighed and sat down on both sides of Yan Junge. "Oh, it's late. I don't know what time we'll arrive."

"Late? Let me go ask!" Yan Junge stood up and walked to a man in a green uniform. After asking a lot of questions, he found out that it was indeed late.

"Village chief, uncle, the staff over there don't know either. It's hard to say in half an hour or an hour."

The village chief looked at Old Zhang and saw that he looked unhappy. He suggested, "Old Zhang, you go back first. The baby is still at home. He might be upset if he can't see you. I'll pick up the second kid!"

After thinking for a while, Old Zhang shook his head and said, "It's too late to get on the train even if we go to the platform now. Let's just wait. I'll go make a phone call."

Then he went to a public telephone booth on the side, gave the money to call back to the village, asked someone to take a message to Widow Li, and then returned to the waiting room.

Yan Junge sat on the other side, thinking about what the staff had just said. This place is located in the southwest, with many mountains and waters, and the only means of transportation in and out is the train.

And who is this second kid? The baby's father?

As I was daydreaming, the sky gradually darkened. It was almost 7 o'clock when the train finally rumbled into the station. When Old Zhang saw people getting off the train, his expression changed slightly. He picked up the people and went to the guesthouse.

This person? Looks familiar?

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