Ye Fei looked at him and put the ginseng soup in front of him. She stirred it gently with a white porcelain spoon.

"Su Mo Han."

"Yes."

"Don't hold on to it, I know. It hurts." Ye Fei stretched out a hand and gently fell on Su Mo Han's chest.

Su Mohan was silent and reached for her hand and put it on his cheek.

Ye Fei held the porcelain jar and leaned lightly in his arms, as if at the moment only by cuddling up to each other could relieve a trace of their pain.

"Su Mohan, do you think Xiaotian will remember us?"

"Yes, if he doesn't remember, I'll beat his ass out."

Ye Fei lowered her eyes and her mouth showed a very shallow smile: "I want to go home, let's go home."

"Good." Su Mo's cold response.

It was dark that night.

The Party planned to return to their country and their own home early tomorrow morning, with Hanwen and Xiaotian.

Early the next morning, ye Fei and Su Mo Han thank the rich family. After all, no matter what his purpose was, he still saved Xiaotian.

The rich man's ugly face improved a little. He only sent a few servants to send them away, and he continued to be a bully of his own border.

Ye Fei carefully wrapped the porcelain jar and put it into the car. She decided to get on the car. She saw a small head sticking out of the corner of the wall from the rearview mirror. Her eyes were black and bright, and she was looking at her.

Ye Fei turned and looked at the child who was hiding in the corner of the wall with only half a face. It was the thin boy yesterday morning.

Gently waved to him, the boy did not hesitate, directly ran over.

Ye Fei squatted down and looked at him. The boy's body was cool, only a piece of earth red cloth was around his waist, and the ribs on his waist and abdomen were clearly visible.

"How did you get here?"

The boy looked at him, turned his head to the direction of the owner's house, took back his eyes and continued to look at Ye Fei.

Ye Fei gently took his hands: "are you hungry again?"

See the boy has not responded, translation in the side of the mouth, the boy just shook his head, but still looking at Ye Fei.

Ye Fei looked at Su Mo Han. She didn't know the purpose of the boy's coming for a while. She had to say, "Auntie is going to leave. Today, she will leave here. Later, she will often ask people to send food to you, OK?"

Ye Fei warm voice open mouth, she wants to go, but the barren here is still there.

But it was a sad place for her. She thought that she would never want to set foot here in her life.

Seeing the boy still did not respond, ye Fei sighed and left him some cakes and water. Then she turned to get on the bus and planned to leave.

The car started gradually and drove gradually, because the road in front of the rich man's house was very flat, so the car started quickly.

Ye Fei leans on Su Mo Han's shoulder and is silent. The calligraphy on one side is also wilting. She drags her chin to look at the sky, and is rarely silent.

After a while, the car gradually began to bump, ye Fei was uncomfortable, and then sat upright again.

As soon as she sat up, she saw a small tail behind the car in the rearview mirror. The thin boy had been running barefoot behind the car, following them all the way.

Ye Fei frowned, rolled down the window and looked back. After confirming that she was not mistaken, she called the driver to stop.