"Dajiang, who is this guy?"
"You're unusually handsome, are you a relative of yours?"
"..."
Zhao Dajiang stopped and said with a smile, "No, I met him on the mountain. He said he came from outside the mountain..."
Gu Wei followed Zhao Dajiang, maintaining a natural smile on his face, but inwardly he was on high alert.
After all, he doesn't belong to this era, and it would be terrible if he were mistaken for a spy.
Fortunately, perhaps he didn't look like a bad person, and people just asked him a few questions out of curiosity and that was it.
Zhao Dajiang led Gu Wei into a house with its door wide open.
There was a big yellow dog on a chain in the yard. When it saw strangers coming in, it bared its teeth and barked loudly.
Zhao Dajiang glared and scolded, and the big yellow dog whimpered and tucked its tail between its legs back to its kennel.
Gu Wei found this scene quite interesting and a smile appeared on his face.
At this moment, a middle-aged woman wearing an apron came out of the house. Although she was not particularly beautiful, she had a kind face.
"Honey, why are you back so soon? What's going on...?"
Tang Jiamei stared at Gu Wei with curiosity, sizing him up.
Gu Wei hurriedly greeted her politely, "Hello, Auntie."
Tang Jiamei responded and smiled at him.
"This child came from outside the mountains and accidentally got lost."
Zhao Dajiang explained briefly, then instructed, "Quickly, make some cool water for them to drink! They're so hot and thirsty from walking."
"Alright, please bring your people inside and have them sit down."
Tang Jiamei waved her hand and walked towards a green-painted, mottled, rusty hand pump near the house.
Gu Wei followed Zhao Dajiang across the threshold and into the house.
The Zhao family's layout is such that the kitchen is right inside the entrance, with a room on each side.
Each door had a half-length white embroidered curtain hanging on it.
The pot lid is made of wood, and next to the water vat is an open cupboard.
Everything looks much like old photos from the 1970s and 80s.
Upon entering the east room, Gu Wei looked around and his gaze fell on a calendar near the door frame. He quickly leaned over to take a look.
June 20, 1984.
The 21st day of the fifth lunar month, Wednesday.
Gu Wei subconsciously clenched his fingers.
I've somehow traveled back to 1984!
This year.
His grandfather was probably thirty-five years old, and his parents were in their teens.
I don't know if they exist.
Perhaps we could try looking for it?
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