After chatting idly with Zhao Dashan for a while, Mr. Zhang walked home slowly with his hands clasped behind his back. All the way he kept turning over in his mind why Zhao Chuan Guang had told him before leaving that he should go back to the village when he had time and have a look at Xiao Wu's courtyard?
That courtyard is just sitting there, and Brother Zhao should also know that when the two of us old folks go back, we stay at Xiao Wu's place. No matter how he thought about it, something felt off.
"Dad, where's Uncle Guang?"
Mr. Zhang looked up and saw his two sons at the door. "He drove back."
"Mom even prepared some things for him to take back. How could you let him go back empty‑handed?"
Mr. Zhang stepped into the yard and chuckled. "Let Xi Zi take them over when school starts. Your Uncle Dashan has already secretly stuffed quite a lot into his car."
