fall in love with ex-husband

I only knew that Zhang Kaiji's home was in a small town in City G, but I didn't expect it would be so troublesome to go to his home.

The weather in G City changes as soon as it is said, and Meng Xi and I just got off the train when it suddenly rained heavily, drenching us unprepared, with our soaked clothes clinging to our bodies, we were in an embarrassing situation.

The train line in the small county town is a bit dilapidated, and the surrounding shops spoke in an incomprehensible dialect. After asking around, they found out from a hair salon owner where the town Zhang Kaiji was talking about was.But seeing the rain getting heavier, it was difficult for Meng Xi and I to hear each other clearly.The torrential rain seemed to persuade us to leave as soon as possible. Even the owner of the hair salon said that it was the flood season these days. The town we inquired about suffered floods every year, and it was too dangerous to go during this time.

Meng Xi only echoed the boss's words and advised me to stay in a hotel in the city for the time being, and wait until I get in touch with Zhang Kaiji, or wait until the rain stops before setting off.

But I am determined, even if I swim, I will swim through.

Meng Xi couldn't persuade me, so he shook his head, rented a car at a high price, and asked a local driver to take us there.

The master who sent us off was quite talkative, but his accent was so strong that he said a lot, and I hardly understood it. Jing Meng Xi only translated and made gestures, so I could roughly understand what he said.

He first asked where we came from, and after knowing that we came from S City, he smiled and told us not to dislike them as a remote place, and then said that heavy rain like today is commonplace in their G City, and their G City And because it is located in a remote area surrounded by mountains, many rural families depend on the weather for food. It would be fine if the water doesn’t rise this year, but if the water becomes a disaster again, many more displaced families will be inevitable.

I don't understand why a rise in water can disperse a family and wives.

The master glanced at me in the rearview mirror, shook his head and said in broken Mandarin, "Baby, Jieli is not a big city like yours. If you can't afford it, you can't do it... There's no way..."

I didn't pick up any more calls for the rest of the journey, Meng Xi just chatted happily with the master from all over the world.

I stared blankly at the dark sky outside the car window, and the downpour of rain crackling on the car window. This is a heavy rain that I have never seen in my city, but it is a common occurrence for Zhang Kaiji.

For the first time, I understood why Zhang Kaiji said that we are not from the same world.

The farther you go to the town, the rougher the road, and the muddier the water of the river passing along the way.

The master said with a gray face that the water would probably rise this year, and sighed that he felt sorry for the dolls who were alone at home.

I don't know where Zhang Kaiji's family lives and whether it will be flooded, so I can only silently hope that he and his brother will be safe.

The master is more conscientious. Before getting off the bus, he lent us two umbrellas and left a phone number, asking us to call him when we want to go back, and we will not charge our fare next time.

"Where are you going?" There was obvious emotion in Meng Xizhi's words.

It's not his fault. Anyone who is dragged to a strange and remote city, drenched in water, and even to a place where there is no good road, has a temper, but my intuition tells me that I will definitely find Zhang Kaiji here .

I didn't want to continue to hurt Meng Xizhi, so I ignored his obstruction and asked him to find a place to rest and wait for me, then I rushed into the rain without looking back, and went to find someone by myself.

The town is very small and there is only one main passage, but since there is no Meng Xi who just translates, it is difficult for me to understand what the locals are saying, so I have to take a photo of Zhang Kaiji and walk door to door along the street to find someone.

My unfamiliar appearance seemed out of place here, and I didn't want to be stared at with scrutiny. I was like a mouse running around, walking through all the alleys in a hurry.

As time went by, a sense of belief that Zhang Kaiji was here grew stronger.

Finally came to the last house at the end of the alley.

The door of the bungalow on the second floor in the corner is wide open, and a white cloth is hung on the door. Even if it is raining heavily, you can still hear the sound of suona coming from the house.

I swallowed, bent down and bowed, and then carefully poked my head in.

Through the water curtain in the front yard, one could vaguely see a coffin in the main hall, a person was kneeling in front of the coffin, and there was no one else around.

I recognized that it was Zhang Kaiji, but I couldn't open my mouth to recognize him.

Probably because he heard my heartfelt voice, Zhang Kaiji turned around.

The moment his eyes collided with mine, I could clearly see the surprise and panic in his eyes.

"Zhang Kaiji..." I mouthed silently and called out to him.

He frowned and shook his head, as if he was still buffering the fact that I had suddenly appeared at his door.

However, before he could respond to me, a person who came out of the main room suddenly hit him with a stick, knocking Zhang Kaiji to the ground.

It's hard for me to imagine how painful it would be to hit a scrawny person with a shoulder pole used for picking things in the countryside. Before I even realized it, it hit Zhang Kaiji again the second time.

The man seemed to have drunk, his face was flushed, and he was carrying a pole, thinking that the thing in his hand was like a feather, and it didn't hurt or itch when it hit him.

Zhang Kaiji didn't gnaw the whole time, his eyes kept on me, stubbornly telling me to leave it alone.

I clenched my fists so hard that my nails were almost digging into the flesh, but I obediently obeyed his words and stood guard at the door until the atrocities inside were over.

Even the torrential rain couldn't suppress the muffled sound of the pole hitting the flesh. I gritted my teeth, feeling that every blow hit my heart.