The green bus bumped on the potholed concrete road, spewing out a puff of black smoke, and stopped next to the old locust tree at the entrance of the village. The car door opens. A foot wearing a canvas shoe stepped on the dusty ground. Jiang Fan got out of the car dragging a black suitcase with paint peeling off. The heat wave mixed with the chirping of cicadas instantly enveloped the whole body. He raised his hand to block the dazzling sunlight and looked at the familiar stone tablet in front of him - "Dawang Village". "Huh." Jiang Fan took a long breath. Finally came back. There is no morning and evening rush hour on the subway, no clocking in from DingTalk, and no WeChat bombardment from the boss at two o'clock in the middle of the night. Even though there is a faint smell of cow dung in the air, it smells like freedom at the moment. "Hey, isn't this a mortal child from Lao Jiang's family?" A sharp tip
