Sitting on the warm kang, the New Year's Eve dinner was definitely more plentiful than at home, and everyone was young, all rusticated youths from the same province.
In the Northeast, they could all be considered fellow villagers. There was always a touch of melancholy during the first New Year away from home.
As they talked, they began to reminisce about how they celebrated the New Year back home, and gradually, without knowing who started it, tears began to uncontrollably flow.
Feng Dan also started crying loudly. When Shen Jie saw that the three girls were all crying, of course, she had to cry too, and her tears also began to flow out.
"Who knows how long we will have to stay here." They were not old rusticated youths; if it hadn't been mandatory to become rusticated youths, they would have definitely not signed up.
