This is Xiahe Village, an ordinary yet extraordinary little village.,On the west side of the village stood a high hill, from which one could see most of the village. On top of the hill stood a tigerish boy of about five or six years old, gazing at the village with emotion.,“You still know how to feel pain. You’re out and about all day long, nowhere to be seen. When you were taken away by that flower-seller, your old mother finally found peace.” Mrs. Chen said, giving Zhu Pingan a glare. Thinking about the missing children in the county town made her uneasy, but luckily, the village was quite safe with people coming and going constantly.。