In the blink of an eye, it was already 1976. Jiang Xinyu wrote to her hometown more diligently.
In June, she drove alone to the city to call Qian Jun.
"Xinyu, you finally called. I received all your letters."
"How are things now?"
"Not bad. Did you see the photo of our family I sent you?"
"I saw it. Your son looks just like you. How about letting the kids come over to my place for a while? You can send them over on the train during their holiday? I'll be waiting here."
"Better not. The kids have never been away from us."
Jiang Xinyu frowned, really not knowing how to put it. Finally, she bit her lip and said, "Qian Jun, I had a dream, a really bad one. I dreamt of an earthquake, a very severe one, so you must take it seriously."
Qian Jun laughed, "Xinyu, do you really believe this?"
"Qian Jun, I'm serious. I'll call a few of my friends. During the summer holidays, let all the kids come to my place."
