The long-distance bus bumped along the dusty country road for a long time, and finally stopped under the old locust tree at the entrance of the village.
The car door creaked open, and Wang Jianguo walked out slowly, carrying a half-worn backpack. He is very tall, about 1.8 Meters tall, but very thin. The large T-shirt and beach shorts hanging on his body make him look a little empty. A pair of flip-flops on his feet, stepping on the solid yellow soil, gave him a sense of solidity that he had not seen for a long time.
"Oh, isn't this the boy Jianguo?" Several old people enjoying the shade under the shade of the tree squinted their eyes and looked at him for a long time before one of them recognized him.
"It's Jianguo! You're back! How was your stay in the city?"
Wang Jianguo raised his head. His skin, which had not seen the sun all year round, looked a little too white under the harsh sun in the countryside. He twitched the corner of his mouth and said hello: "Well, I'm back. Hello, Uncle Li, Aunt Zhang."
His voice was a little hoarse, with a hint of laziness as though he hadn't woken up, and he spoke very little.
