Xuezhen's unexpected letter didn't stir any waves in Zhou Jiao's heart.
Back at the small courtyard in the county town, Zhou Jiao still sent her husband to work every day, accompanied their son, a cup of tea, a book.
The leisurely days passed by like this day by day.
In mid-June, during a weekend, the family had lunch at a restaurant and strolled home unhurriedly.
Just at the intersection, they ran into Zhang Guoqiang, Zhang the Second, riding his bike with a silly grin.
"Xiao Wu, I just went to your house and saw the gate locked, thought you went to the provincial city. Luckily, I ran into you. I have something to ask you, quickly follow me back to the village."
Zhang Guoqing glanced at the passing pedestrians, "Let's go to my place first."
Once inside the courtyard, Zhang the Second hurriedly said, "People have come from the old home."
Zhang Guoqing looked at him with a face full of doubt.
