Yesterday, Gu Jin cooked all the remaining rice at home and had said she would bring back a bag of rice.
The fine rice at the supply and marketing cooperative was sixty cents a pound. Gu Jin chose a fifty-pound bag of rice, spending thirty yuan.
Such an expenditure was a rare luxury at the town's supply and marketing cooperative.
Gu Jiajie placed the bag of rice on the beam of the bicycle, and Gu Jin sat on the rear seat as they rode towards home.
Sitting on the back seat, Gu Jin was thinking about the little wolf cub at home.
She wondered if he saw the letter she left by the pillow, if he had eaten well, or if he was studying at home.
As the bicycle approached the village entrance, the speed slowed down.
Gu Jiajie stared at the village entrance, "Xiao Jin, is that Xiao An?"
Upon hearing Xiao An, Gu Jin hugged the suitcase in her hands and tilted her head to look forward.
With one glance, her previously smiling eyes instantly turned cold, her gaze icy.
