A gust of wind blew, and sand blurred her eyes. [No pop-ups. 】

She lifted her hand and rubbed it.

A tear ran down the corner of his eye.

The yellow sand in the capital is really scorching, and she accidentally made her cry.

Today's Ye Jiaqi wore a light yellow coat and blended into the crowd, which was very ordinary.

She dragged her suitcase, petite and thin.

She walked to the platform and flagged a taxi to Qiao's house.

The car drove all the way forward, taking the road she was most familiar with, and after walking for more than ten years, she seemed to know how to walk with her eyes closed.

She really closed her eyes slowly, and all that was left in her ears was the sound of the wind.

A little further on there is a church with aspen trees planted along the roadside.

Further on there is an old bell tower, and the bell on the upper floor is still ringing.

"Babble," the eight-year-old tugged at Josnian's hand, "Big dog, I'm going home with you." ”

"Huh?"

"Go home!" She chewed on a lollipop and slurred her speech.

But the bottom of the eyes is clear traces, the eyes are clean, and the face is immature.

She held his hand and refused to let go, but she didn't let go.

At that time, her little hands were dirty, and his clothes were clean and had a light fragrance.

"Go home!" She raised her little face and looked at him innocently.

"What's your name?"

"Ye Jiaqi!"

In this way, the eight-year-old went home with a stranger.

On that day, they walked this road, this road to Qiao's house.

When she was a child, she didn't know what a human trafficker was, and although her mother said she couldn't go with strangers, she was hungry and hungry.

She still remembers that on the first day she came to Qiao's house, he asked Aunt Lu to cook her a lot of delicious food.

A lot of it was something she had never eaten before.

At first, she was too timid to eat.

Later, it was found that he was the only one in the house, and she was very hungry, so she began to eat.

She couldn't eat it with chopsticks, so she grabbed it with her hands.

Ye Jiaqi, who was leaning against the taxi window, laughed, and a little girl grabbed rice with her hands in front of her.

That time, she was eating pilaf, and of course she was caught by Josnian.

But he didn't say anything, and when she was full, he dragged her to the sink and washed her hands with fragrant hand sanitizer.

At that time, everything in Qiao's house was strange and new to her.

Where had she seen so many good things.

She used to be a country girl.

I didn't expect so many years to pass, so many years.

From the separation and reunion to the non-intersection, she didn't expect to meet him in this way this time.

The last side ?..

Suddenly, Ye Jiaqi's tears were like a spring, tears poured out of her eyes all of a sudden, and she cried like a child.

The driver's uncle was frightened: "Girl, what's wrong with you?" ”

I was still laughing just now, why are I crying again? The driver was puzzled.

Ye Jiaqi shouldn't, just crying.

Tears drenched her scarf and hair, and her eyes were flushed.

The driver handed her a tissue.

However, the tears are like rain, endless, and they can't be stopped.

Crying filled the entire cramped interior space, and her long eyelashes were covered with teardrops, and she was shaking all the time.

She wailed as if no one was around, her shoulders twitched, her throat choked.

A breath is blocked in the heart, like a needle, crying and stabbing, stabbing her bloody, and the pain is not stopping.

The heart was like a hand clutched, tightly choked, and in the oppressive space, she couldn't breathe.

Bursts of bitterness rose and spread across the limbs.