Upon entering the village entrance, one could see the rippling waters of Nanwan Lake.
Under the big tree at the village entrance, a few old men were there chatting with their pipes in mouth.
Jiang Xiaobai parked the car at the village entrance, got out, and looked at the few old men under the tree. These faces, long since unfamiliar, he never expected to see again.
Seeing this outsider, the old men immediately started discussing. Except during the busy farming seasons, they basically spent their days chatting here.
In those days, there were still not many young people going out to work from the village, and Nanwan Village was still lively; it was a time when Liu Changhe reigned supreme.
Jiang Xiaobai walked straight to the edge of Nanwan Lake, sat down under the trees by the lake, and looking at Nanwan Lake, where countless memories of his were held, he couldn't help but be filled with myriad thoughts, with many long-sealed memories flashing through his mind.
