No matter how you hear it, the story could be summarized in just one word: miserable.
Han Qiao and Heng Yi still decided to give it a try.
"Thank you, Auntie. Let's go and give it a try."
The road to the valley wasn't easy to walk. Fortunately, Heng Yi was used to walking around the mountain roads, and he had good eyesight. He used a wooden stick to scout the way, and soon they arrived at the mountain. When they saw the farmhouse not far away, Han Qiao and Heng Yi looked at each other silently.
This was their last hope.
If they were still rejected, they would have to resort to their other plan: chop wood to build a shed.
Ah-Yao's two cheeks were flushed from the cold. He was eating some pastries but was still a little unhappy and wanted to go home.
Their home was warm and comfortable, and he had many brothers and sisters to play with.
"Mother, go home! Go home!" Ah-Yao shouted.