Back to the world, you human trafficker are dead

In fact, it would be a lie to say that she had no feelings for him. It was just that she was a cultivator, and after entering the foundation-building stage, her life force grew infinitely.

What if in the future the couple is deeply in love, he is old and has white hair, while I am still young and in my prime? What should I do then?

This world lacks spiritual energy, and she still relies on the retrospective beads to practice. Moreover, without the spirit-testing disk, she has no way of knowing whether he has spiritual roots, which also blocks the first step of his practice.

It would be better if it didn't start at all, there would be no result. He would naturally find an excellent girl in the future and live an ordinary but not mediocre life.

It's not that I haven't thought about rejecting him explicitly, but he didn't reveal anything in the letter, and he didn't confess to her directly.

It would be so hurtful if she brought this up, so it's better for her to just be friends.

Zhang Wenxiu was still at work and had not returned yet. Her grandparents were very welcoming to Xiao Qingze's arrival.

Grandma warmly invited him to drink tea, eat fruits and snacks.

The grandfather, who was usually taciturn, started to talk more. Xiao Qingze could pick up any topic he brought up, and the old and the young chatted and laughed happily.

Zhang Hui was a little dumbfounded. Was this her taciturn grandfather?

Grandma smiled at her and said, "You are also wondering why your grandfather looks at him differently, right?"

"Why?" Zhang Hui really didn't understand.

"Once before, your grandpa was changing a light bulb and accidentally twisted his waist. He happened to be at our house and took your grandpa to the hospital without saying a word."

Zhang Hui's eyes widened: "Grandma, why didn't you tell me about this?"

"Hey, you are busy with your studies, and the things at home can be solved. Your grandfather and I don't want you to worry about it."

After a conversation with his grandmother, Zhang Hui learned more about him.

Her uncle and aunt lived far away in the village, her cousin had started a family, her cousin was busy with work, and she went to Beijing.

I originally thought that my mom would be at home to take care of my grandparents, but after my mom went to work, my grandparents were afraid of disturbing her and wouldn't call easily even when there was something.

Ever since grandpa sprained his waist, Xiao Qingze has come here often to see if there is anything he can do to help.

Xiao Qingze was responsible for all the physical work, such as changing gas tanks, drying quilts, and repairing tables and chairs.

Zhang Hui was a little at a loss. This man had silently given so much to her without her knowing. How could she repay him?

After having dinner at Zhang's house, Xiao Qingze saw that he had to leave and politely said goodbye to his elders.

Zhang went back to see him off. It was only a hundred meters from the living room to the entrance of the alley, but Xiao Qingze wished they could walk there forever.

Seeing that she seemed to be worried, Xiao Qingze asked tentatively: "What's wrong? Are you still in a bad mood?"

"No, I just..." Thinking of what my grandmother said, I couldn't respond to his feelings and felt that I owed him a lot.

In the end, she could only choose to escape. Who would have thought that she, a master of cultivation, would actually flee in panic? If her senior brothers and sisters knew, they would probably laugh at her for a hundred years.

At night, she rarely practiced, and repeatedly thought about every detail of the past. No matter how much she thought about it, she could not find a solution.

The next day, when she woke up, the woman in the mirror looked at her with dark circles under her eyes. Zhang Hui hurriedly circulated her spiritual energy to eliminate the traces, and then went to work as usual.

She and Zhao Zewei patrolled the streets on time. The weather was cool in the morning, and people were going to work, doing morning exercises, and eating breakfast, so the whole street became much more lively.

"Sister! Police sister!" Two or three children aged seven or eight ran over and called her.

Zhang Hui squatted down and asked in a gentle voice: "What's wrong? Do you need my help?"

A boy with big eyes tilted his head and said seriously: "Sister, there is a child who is lost and can't find his way home."

"Yes, yes! He's lost!" the other two children also shouted.

Zhang Hui looked at the children's serious expressions and didn't think they were lying, so he asked hurriedly, "Where is he? Bring sister over quickly."

The children were talking about the address at once, and Zhang Hui was confused. Fortunately, Zhao Zewei understood.

The three children led the way, and the two adults followed behind.

Turn left at the street corner and walk about a hundred meters, you will see a three-year-old boy sitting at the entrance of a supermarket holding a lollipop and eating it with relish.

"Sister, it's him!"

"We even bought him a lollipop, otherwise he would have cried so hard."

"You guys are awesome! But, do your parents know that you are coming out?" Zhang Hui praised, but he was also worried about whether the three children could get home safely.

She smiled with big eyes full of stars: “Sister, don’t worry, our parents both opened a shop in front of this supermarket.”

"Yes, that's right, that's my store!" Double Eyelids pointed to a shop on the left side of the supermarket.

"Is that so? Then you guys go back quickly. I promise to send him home!"

Zhang Hui watched the children jumping away, and carefully looked at the boy who was still eating a lollipop. His clothes were clean and tidy, and his little face was rosy, round and cute.

"What's your name?"

The child looked at her and said in a baby voice, "My name is Little Grape."

"What's your name?"

"What is a daimyo?" His dark eyes stared at the clothes on Zhang Hui.

Zhang Hui was speechless. This child only knew his nickname.

"What are your parents' names?"

The child was still too young and didn't know anything. Zhao Zewei looked up at the supermarket in front of him and guessed: "Is his family still looking for him in the supermarket?"

When Zhang Hui saw the child for the first time, he had already used the tracing beads to check that the red line was not pointing to the supermarket.

But I still went in to ask about the situation, what if someone knows this child?

The two of them took Little Grape to the supermarket. At the counter at the entrance of the supermarket, the employee who was handling the business saw Little Grape and had some impression of her.

"His parents often bring him to the supermarket to buy groceries, but we really don't know where his home is."

Another employee said, "That's right. We wanted his father to get a membership card before, but he was not happy about it. If there is a membership card, we can still contact him."

Zhao Zewei asked: "Is there a broadcast? Announce it. Just say that Little Grape is waiting here."

Zhang Hui did not stop it. This was the normal process. Others did not have the tracing beads like her and could not see where the red line was pointing.

The broadcast was played three times in a row. They waited at the door for half an hour, but still no one came to claim the child.

Zhang Hui knew this would happen, so he called Zhao Zewei and took Xiao Pu Tao away from the supermarket first.

"Little Putao's parents often come here to buy groceries and consume. They should be residents nearby. We will use the supermarket as the center and disperse the questions."

Zhao Zewei agreed. Little Grape looked at the two of them timidly and chose to follow Zhang Hui.

Zhang Hui walked directly in the direction indicated by the red line between Little Grape's eyebrows.

I walked along the street, turned into the alley, and turned a few more corners in the alley before finally finding Little Grape's home.

Little Grape was well behaved along the way. When she got tired, she was held in Zhang Hui's arms and slowly fell asleep.

There are many roses planted on both sides of his house, blooming bright red, and there is also a grape vine crawling over the wall and extending into the yard.

Zhang Hui went forward and was about to knock on the door when he heard a fierce quarrel in the yard.

"Chang Youde! You have no conscience! I had multiple abortions for you, which hurt my body, and I only had a little grape left. How could you lose that little grape?"