After dinner, Sheng Ning tidied up the house. By the time she finished cleaning, it was already evening. Sheng An had gone out and hadn't returned yet, and she felt a bit restless.
In the early eighties, the rural area had pretty good public security, but unexpected incidents could still occur. Thinking of this, she closed the door and hurried out to look for him.
Although she had been away from home for less than a year, it felt like decades to her. Seeing the adobe houses in the village and gradually recognizing the families from her memories gave her an inexplicable sense of familiarity.
Not knowing where to find Sheng An, she stopped a little boy playing naked on the road. "Little boy, have you seen Sheng An?"
