"We are like mythical horses with twin wings,
galloping across the prairie,
ah...
The prairie stretches for a thousand miles with rolling green waves,
The water is rich, cattle and sheep are strong,
Goodbye, green prairie,
Goodbye, beautiful hometown,
ah...
For lofty ideals, flying like swallows..."
With loud singing of a prairie morning song, the group boarded a military truck and set off on the road back to the Beihai River. No matter how delightful and free the days were, they still had to leave.
This time, not to mention how much private goods Zhang Guoqing and Zhou Jiao had accumulated, even the packages Old Mrs. Cheng sent to the Northwest were numerous, and Aunt Sun had also bought quite a few things.
Especially Yi Jiefang, sitting in the car at this moment, couldn't stop grinning. Oh, a few days ago he lost quite a bit of money with Da Yong and them, but it seems like it's coming back now.
"Uncle, when will you come again next time?"
