Lord Lu's little ancestor is a master of metaphysics

Chapter 145 A Child

"That's what you said." He couldn't afford 1000 yuan each.

"Do you know where Teacher Xia's home is?"

Cen Shu lowered her eyes for a moment and asked softly.

"I don't know, but Ms. Zhong must know, just wait, I'll send it to you later!" As long as he is not studying, Gu Huo is full of energy.

After hanging up the phone, Cen Shu returned to her seat.

Cen Yanyu sneaked a glance at Cen Shu, coughed lightly, and insinuated, "Shu Shu, who called you just now? Why do I sound like a boy?" And they chatted for so long.

Cen Shu put on the earphones, and said in a calm tone, "Well, a child."

Cen Yanyu: ...

"Ding!"

Cen Shu's cell phone on the table lit up. It was a long WeChat message, which looked like an address of a certain place.

Cen Yanyu glanced 'accidentally' and calmly looked away.

"Cough!" Cen Yanyu covered his lips and coughed softly, "Well, Shushu, are you going somewhere else tomorrow?"

Cen Shu took off her earphones and looked at Cen Yanyu.

Cen Yanyu raised his chin, "I want to go too!"

Cen Shu narrowed her almond eyes slightly, "Are you sure?"

**
The next day.

"Ouch! Vomit!"

On the rickety country bus, Cen Yanyu couldn't help but vomited out with a red plastic bag in his hand.

There were a lot of people on the bus, and people came up one after another along the way. The smell of sweat mixed with gasoline and other smells was particularly unpleasant.

Cen Yanyu almost vomited out his heart, and also vomited out everything he ate on the train in the morning and at noon.

Cen Shu glanced and opened the car window.

The wind blew in, and Cen Yanyu felt much better instantly.

Xia Qing's home was in a small village in the next city. Cen Yanyu took the green leather train for four hours, then went around and boarded the bus leading to the village.

Along the way, the bus shook violently, and the wheels raised a cloud of dust as it passed by.

Just walked on a relatively flat concrete road.

at last.

Outside the window, not far from the rice fields, there is a shadow of a village.

A smile finally appeared on Cen Yanyu's pale face, finally arrived!

The bus staggered to a stop at an intersection.

Cen Shu put her bag on her back and got out of the car with Cen Yanyu.

As soon as the bus stepped on the accelerator, it slowly drifted away.

Not far away, next to a concrete path, there is a wooden signboard. The white paint on the wooden signboard has peeled off a lot after being exposed to wind and sun, but the words on it, 'Xiajia Village' can still be vaguely read.

Cen Yanyu threw the garbage bag in his hand into the trash can on the side of the road, turned around, and saw that Cen Shu had already walked into the village.

"Shushu, slow down, wait for me." Cen Yanyu wiped the sweat off his brow, secretly feeling that Shushu's physical fitness is really good.

The rural roads are not wide enough for a car to pass. On both sides of the road are small western-style buildings built by the villagers.

The small western-style buildings are not next to each other, but are separated by paddy fields.

Passing by several foreign-style buildings along the way, some women were washing clothes in the yard, and some were playing with their children.

The doors are all open, and you can see the living room at a glance.

The children from several families also saw Cen Yanyu and Cen Shu, felt unfamiliar, ran to the door curiously, and stretched their necks to look around.

After walking nearly a hundred meters, Cen Shu paused.

Cen Yanyu followed her gaze and was slightly taken aback.

They are located on a hill, and there is a long path going down, with field ridges on the side of the road, and a small western-style building at the end, relatively close to each other.

The door of the house on the far right is facing the field ridge, white flowers are hung on the door, and rows of wreaths are stacked against the wall.

(End of this chapter)