บท 1970: The Warmth Of A Home

While Xiao Ding was talking on the phone, Jiang Yao patiently sat by the side and waited until Xiao Ding and his siblings were done. After chatting with his nephews and nieces, who were almost the same age as him, he reluctantly handed the phone back to Jiang Yao.

He wiped his eyes and looked at Jiang Yao's phone for a few seconds. Then he said, "My brothers and sisters said that the whole family would come to pick me up. My brother said that life at home is much better now. My brother went out to work a few years ago and earned some money. The family built a new brick house next to the old one. My brother didn't dare to tear down the old house because he was afraid that I wouldn't be able to find my way home."

Xiao Ding kept wiping his tears with the back of his hand. "Auntie Jiang, do you know? I'm actually very scared. While I'm looking for my sister, I'm afraid that she might no longer remember me. I might be homesick, but my family might no longer remember me."