A day later, reached the former Heng Yue mountain ranges, Wang Lin was afraid of drawing attention, so lowered his speed, and the next morning, was back at his small village.
From afar, the village looks the same as before, not much has changed, but his own compound has gone from a small tile-roofed house into a big courtyard and infront of the gate is pasted a big luck talisman. Although it is still not dawn, from a distance, several dogs barking and roosters crowing could be heard.
Within the village early in the morning, mist of smoke could be seen rising, as families have to get up early to cook.
Wang Lin standing in the village, facing his courtyard, in his mind the past five years flash by, and his parent’s expectant eyes still had been lingering in his heart.