"What are you thinking about? Hurry up and eat," Liu Hong said.
"Oh." Wang Haijun, afraid they would notice something amiss, quickly dispelled the chaotic thoughts in his mind and picked up a pancake to eat the meal.
He hadn't eaten his wife's cooking in many years, so he found it especially delicious. He turned to look at his wife, then at his daughter, and quickly lowered his head to hide the tears in his eyes.
How he wished time could stop at this moment.
But he knew there were more important things to do.
After the meal, Liu Hong sent Qianqian to school.
Wang Haijun quickly went to the neighbor's house, which was just as it was ten years ago, warmly greeting him when they saw him.
Wang Haijun asked in a low voice, "Um... Has anything happened in the town recently?"
"No, why?"
Wang Haijun scratched his head, "About Cui Peng..."
"Him? Didn't you slash him with a knife a few days ago? He didn't even dare to make a sound..."
"What? You know about me slashing him?"
