Lin Aiguo had an idea that he dared not voice at the moment.
He could only wait until Lin Chun came back to see if he could talk it through with him.
For two consecutive years, none of the children had gone to the ditch.
This year, with Lin Qiang sentenced to prison, Lin Yu not at home, and Qian Chunli paralyzed, her own mother was taking care of her.
If he were to go to the ditch to celebrate the New Year with the old lady, he would be alone.
If only these children could go up together...
Lin Xia waited with her brothers and sister, all of them craning their necks in anticipation of Lin Chun's return.
Lin Chun was equally eager to return, and it was not until he got off the train and stood on his hometown soil, smelling that familiar hometown scent, that he truly felt at ease.
They say it's hard to leave one's native soil; he now deeply understood this.
In the past two years abroad, he'd learned a lot and saw many things clearly.
