Driving the car to his family home, Ye Feng felt an inexplicable pang of heartache. Other houses were completely renovated, but his alone was dilapidated, resembling a dangerous building.
Ye Feng parked the car in front of his house, got out, and walked toward the only building he still recognized as home.
If there was any place in the village that could still evoke Ye Feng's childhood memories, it was his home. Other places had changed more or less, but his house remained untouched.
"Look, does this guy look like Ye Feng? Could it be that Ye Feng has come back?"
"Indeed, this kid even has a car now; his parents might finally be saved, and they might finally be able to pay us back."
"This car looks pretty good; does anyone know him? It must not be cheap, right?"
Just as Ye Feng got out of his car, a crowd of onlookers gathered nearby, and a few attentive ones quickly recognized him.
