Night gradually fell.
The swarms of mosquitoes surrounding Xu Qingfan's head dispersed as if they were never there after being swatted away.
After extinguishing the red-hot kiln with water and cleaning up the trash, he leisurely drove the five people back home.
As night arrived, more villagers came out for a stroll to aid digestion, and the young people who weren't seen at noon started to appear.
Actually, many people knew Xu Qingfan, and he also had some impression of them, but since neither side had interacted for almost ten years, they had become strangers to each other.
Turning around, Xu Qingfan gave Wu Lingyu a serious look and thought to himself, If he hadn't been able to keep Yu from transferring schools back then, would their reunion have become as unfamiliar as with these people?
"What's the matter, Brother Qingfan?" Lin Wanning asked curiously upon seeing Xu Qingfan suddenly turn around.
