Song Zhiwei and Lin Qingmei got off the tricycle and rushed home.

It was the first time that Lin Qingmei had been away from home for such a long time, and she missed her very much in her heart. Her steps were very urgent, and Song Zhiwei followed her pace without breaking.

When walking into Daxiang Village, the setting sun happened to shine on the big tree at the entrance of the village. The ashes of light shone on the villagers sitting and chatting under the tree, casting ...