Coming out of the deep mountains, the sky had already darkened.
In the mountain village, thin smoke curled upwards, and the air was filled with the aroma of food.
After bidding farewell to my grandparents, I rode on my small three-wheeled vehicle, crossed the creek bridge, and prepared to return home.
I hadn't driven far when a small van came towards me. As they were about to pass each other, I glanced over and was momentarily stunned.
There were two people in the car. The driver was a burly young man, in his twenties, with a square face, thick eyebrows, and prominent eyes, exuding a masculine aura.
In the passenger seat was a woman, around the same age, with a dignified appearance, somewhat delicate and quite beautiful.
This woman seemed unfamiliar to me, but that young man was someone I knew well, named Phillip Green, my cousin, which meant the son of my uncle.
