"Damn, it finally came out. I was almost crushed."

Not far away, a short man with messy hair spat and cursed.

"Brother, I lost one of my shoes. How can I get back home?"

A teenage girl next to him had a sad and miserable look on her face.

Her clothes were in disarray and one of her shoes was missing.

"You ask me, who should I ask? It's so unlucky!" The man glared at her and started to tidy himself up.

…..

Zhang Weiguo and the other man tidied themselves up a bit, and then he took Ma Dahe and headed towards the direction of the ox cart he remembered.

I don’t know if the people in the village still recognize him after so many years.

He felt a little uneasy.

What made him most uneasy was that he would be able to see his family soon.

I don’t know how Rongrong and the child are doing now.

He thought silently in his heart.

He had to go through this sooner or later, so he tried his best to suppress his excitement.

Walk back along the route in memory.

After turning left and right for twenty minutes, the two men saw from a distance a familiar ox cart parked not far away.

"Huh~" Zhang Weiguo, who was usually serious, couldn't help but let out a long breath.

In fact, his heart was not at peace at all.

The ox cart in the village is a memory from many years ago.

Sixteen years, a full sixteen years...

How many days and nights.

"Xiaohe, don't worry, we're already here, it won't take a while."

Ma Dahe, who hurriedly caught up with him, patted him on the shoulder and comforted him.