The Benz drove back to Peng City.
The seven-day National Day holiday had come to an end.
When they entered Pengcheng City, night had already fallen.
Seeing the bright lights along the way, Liu Qing felt an inexplicable warmth in his heart.
Although he was not born in this city, he had lived in this city for more than ten years. He came to this city to make a living when he was fifteen or sixteen years old. He already had a sense of belonging to this city.
In his memory, the house he used to live in was already someone else's house. It seemed to have been demolished and rebuilt later on.
Every year, he would visit the tomb during the Qingming Festival. After paying his respects, he would leave. He did not stay at any house and came and went in a hurry.
Everything about his hometown was already blurry. He only knew that it had changed and could not overlap with the hometown in his memories.
