Wang Chenglong, who had been watching from the sidelines, suddenly let out a sound of recognition when he saw the black birthmark on Zhang Xiaobao's face.
"You came to our brigade two years ago, didn't you? Alongside the high school students who helped out during the busy farming period, you were Tianjun's former classmate," Wang Chenglong said, then clapped his hands, "That's right, it was you. I even came up to ask what you were doing here. Tianjun's classmate said you just wanted to see how our brigade was developing. It's a pity that the school is out and you couldn't come to help."
Zhang Xiaobao nodded towards Wang Chenglong, "I recognize you as well."
Upon hearing this, Zhang Erya's eyes reddened.
Jiang He held her hand, understanding her feelings; she probably hadn't expected that after more than ten years, her brother would still think of her, which meant that the love and care she had given her brother in those years had not been in vain.
