In the original world, somewhere in the Asian Alliance.
In the quiet mountain village, an off-road vehicle slowly drove over and finally stopped in front of a slightly old red brick house.
The car door opened, and three young men came out. One of them, who was wearing a vest, got out of the car and greeted a middle-aged man who was looking at a shovel and planning to work in the field with a smile.
"Dad, I'm back!"
The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment, and only then did he realize that the young man was actually his son.
"Wei! You little brat, I haven't seen you change so much in a year!"
Patting his son's thick arms, the Father's face was full of smiles.
"Then they're Yingluo."
The Father looked at the other two young men and asked his son with a smile.
they were my former comrades. They heard that I was going home, so they drove me there.
"Is that so? then hurry up and come in."
