"His wife also went to the city to look for their son, but... hey."
The villagers sighed regretfully: "The old tea lady is stubborn. Not only is her life in danger if she stays in Bujia Village, but she also lives in waiting every day. Why don't you...go straight to the city..."
"Qinyue City is not far from here. In fact, go and see how my wife and son are doing in the city. It's better than anything..."
"..."
Ye Qingluo frowned slightly when she heard those words.
She got up and looked at the villagers: "Grandfathers, you said... Chalao's son is in Qinyue City?"
The villagers were taken aback.
They all looked at Ye Qingluo in a panic.
"You...how can you hear us..."
What they whispered was obviously very low.
If you change to an ordinary person.
what they talked about.
Ordinary people really can't hear clearly.
But Ye Qingluo and Gu Jingyu are both profound practitioners.
And the cultivation base is quite high.
The words of the villagers are naturally heard clearly.
"We came from Qinyue City." Ye Qingluo did not answer the villagers' questions, but said directly, "If possible, we can help Cha Lao find his wife and son."
Villagers, you look at me, I look at you, staring at each other.
No one spoke up.
The old man noticed the movement here, held a big cattail fan in his hand, and waved at the villagers: "What are you talking about again, go and go, don't disturb the guests drinking tea."
The villagers shook their heads helplessly, but they left the tea shed one after another.
The old man smiled and shook his cattail fan towards Ye Qingluo: "Little girl, don't listen to their nonsense, drink your tea well, and go to the holy spring with your husband."
Ye Qingluo pursed her pink lips.
She is not a good person.
But also a person with a heart.
Loved ones lost news.
And those looters harassed Bujia Village again and again, brutally killing villagers.
But he couldn't leave.
Afraid of leaving.
His relatives came back and could not find him.
In the old man's heart, he was actually more uncomfortable than anyone else.
But he still had to take their feelings into consideration, and smiled kindly.
Cha Lao... is really a very gentle grandfather.
The gentleness makes her who has always been emotionally indifferent.
I couldn't help feeling distressed.
"Grandpa, it is the 50th birthday of the suzerain of Qinyue Sect recently, and the people of Qinyue City have to stand by the street to celebrate the suzerain's birthday. If you want to find your son and wife, why don't you show us their portraits Look, we will go back to Qinyue City and look for it for you."
Ye Qingluo didn't force Cha Lao to leave with her.
But, now that you know about it.
If she can help.
This matter cannot be ignored.
The smile on Cha Lao's face was a bit stiff.
It seems to be hesitating.
More precisely, it was fear.
What are you afraid of...
Afraid of his wife and son, he has not come back for a long time.
Fear of bad news
Or are you afraid that your son and his wife will live in the city, and you don't want to have him as an old man anymore
Either way.
Even the tea masters were afraid of knowing.
I would rather keep this hope and keep it silently.
Ye Qingluo didn't urge or force Cha Lao either.
Just waiting for his own choice.
About a stick of incense time passed.
After all, the tea master sighed heavily: "Forget it, it's useless to hold on to a false hope. I want to know what is going on with them now. As long as they are safe, no matter what, I am at ease. .”
As he said that, Cha Lao walked into the small wooden house beside him with heavy steps.
After tossing and turning for a while, I walked out holding a well-preserved rectangular wooden box.