Pei Jingchuan was driving, silent and focused. The scenery outside the car window gradually became familiar, and they were getting closer and closer to their destination.
Every once in a while, he glanced at Jiang Yuzhu, a hint of deep affection flashing in his eyes.
Finally, the car slowly stopped in front of the old house. The old house seemed quiet and solemn; the moonlight sprinkled on it, adding a touch of mystery and tranquility.
Pei Jingchuan turned off the engine, turned to Jiang Yuzhu, and said softly, "We're here, Grandma must have been waiting for us for a long time."
Jiang Yuzhu nodded, her heart inevitably filled with longing for her grandmother. She gently opened the door and got out of the car, standing at the entrance of the old house and taking a deep breath.
Just as Jiang Yuzhu and Pei Jingchuan stepped onto the stone steps of the old house, an excited voice came from inside: "Jingchuan, Yuzhu, you're finally back!"