Qi Lei came back on Friday, with his suitcase bursting to the brim with local products from his village. Wen Daozheng started feeling sentimental as he looked at the items Qi Lei brought back with him, sighing deeply as he fiddled with them.
Xuxu knew that her grandfather missed his old village dearly. Other than her, all of his family and relatives had been born there… and had died there as well.
For the sake of Xuxu, he came to this foreign city at his advanced age. It wasn't easy for him to adapt to the city life.
She stared at the old man and said half-jokingly, "Grandfather, a few days ago, I read online that our hometown has become more well-developed and it's really beautiful now. If we can't make a living in the city anymore, we can return to the village to open a TCM clinic."
