Winter, River Dam Bungalow.
The light fades away, leaving only a bright red hue at the horizon, tinged with a slight haze.
The brown-black branches of the Yang Tree, the red round sun, the vast fields, tranquility and peace fill the world.
The weary birds have returned to their nests, and Xingxing, exhausted from a day's work at the strawberry garden, is still laboring like a horse.
His hands tremble from fatigue.
Dongdong found a whip from somewhere, standing beside Xingxing, supervising his work, repeatedly warning, "When your dad comes to pick you up, if you dare complain, watch out, I'll beat you to death!"
"Alright, alright, I won't say a word," Xingxing outwardly complies, but in his heart, he rebels; today, he leaves the river dam and won't return!
What can Dongdong do about it? Hahaha!
Dongdong fixed his gaze on Xingxing and suddenly laughed: "You often go to Yucai Internet Cafe, right?"
