Fang Huilan's voice started to crack as she hugged her son, tears streaming down her face.
His younger sister, Wu Yan, held onto his arm and with joy too.
Father Wu, who was at the side, raised his arm and patted his wife on the back. "That's enough. Our child's return is such a happy occasion. Why are you still crying?"
He comforted her, but the people beside him clearly saw tears in his eyes as well.
After a moment, they slowly separated.
"Wow... Old Wu's son has become more handsome after a year."
"Yeah, he looks much more energetic. I wonder if he's found a job yet."
"This is great. Changkang Village is going to produce a talented blacksmith."
Everyone was talking at the same time.
