In the afternoon, Xia Wan followed her parents to the countryside to celebrate the New Year at her grandmother's home.

Xia Aijun was riding a 28-inch bicycle, Li Aizhen was sitting on the back seat, Xia Wan was sitting on the front bar , and there were two things hanging on the handlebars: milk and a big red gift bag.

At this time, only the highway was tarmac, and the rural road leading into the village was still a gravel road that had not changed for many years. The Li ...