Around noon, everyone decided to take a break. They gathered wood and started a fire.
"Uncle Wei, if it weren't so cold, we could have a barbecue here."
"Sis, you really know how to enjoy life."
"Right? I thought so too."
Everyone drank some hot water before continuing their journey.
"Dad, there's nothing good left in the mountain, is there?"
"If we walk another hour ahead, we haven't been there yet."
We've been stuck in the brewery for the past two years, no time to come over.
"Uncle Wei, I still remember that time when you caught so many wild boars, do you think we'll have a chance today?" Jianbin said with a smile.
He's now a fifteen-year-old teenager, and according to Feifei, he's a sophisticated rascal. Looks better than Uncle Han, with a scholarly aura, but those who grew up with him know his personality isn't like that.
They say one's appearance is born from the heart, but that's not the case at all with Jianbin.
