Late at night, the sky was filled with goose feather-like snowflakes, and the streets were deserted.
Two cars departed from the provincial city, heading straight to the county town.
The four people in the rear car were wrapped in military coats, passing around a bottle of Maotai until it was finished.
These four people were Zhou Xiaozheng and his comrades.
"Brother Zheng, will we scare the kids if we go over now?"
Zhao Chuan Guang laughed, "I don’t know if we’ll scare Jiao Jiao, but I sure got a scare. Oh man, opening the door in the dead of night to see Brother Zheng. I thought I was dreaming."
"Brother Zheng, are you really leaving tomorrow? Can’t you stay a few more days?"
Zhou Xiaozheng sighed quietly, wishing he could stay longer too.
"I have to leave tomorrow, and you guys also have to work. I’ll come over again during my next vacation."
Zhao Chuan Guang rolled his eyes, "Yeah, right. Next time... next time... ghost’s next time. I bet you’re stuck in Beijing. We better visit when you get a break."
Zhou Xiaozheng knocked him lightly, "Who can trap me? I’ll definitely come back next Qingming to pay respects to the brothers. That will be the time for everyone to gather."
As soon as he finished speaking, everyone seriously raised their hands, stacking them and holding tight.
For a moment, the car was silent except for their breathing.
Oh, those brothers underground, those fallen brothers...
As the car approached the county town, Zhou Xiaozheng collected his thoughts, "Alright. We’re living for them, living well. Nothing to be sad about, we’re just joining them a bit later, but we will reunite."
The madman said with frustration, "Brother Zheng, when we’re old and wrinkled, will it be embarrassing to meet them then?"
Everyone knew he was joking, but they couldn’t help bursting into laughter.
"If you’re worried, it’s not too late, start using your wife’s snow cream tomorrow." Zhao Chuan Guang joked and winked at him.
"With how much he needs, might as well use putty powder."
Hearing the banter of his brothers, Zhou Xiaozheng looked ahead — he finally arrived. Jiao Jiao, Dad is here.
Recalling the scenes along the way, even though Zhou Xiaozheng knew his child had the legendary Qiankun Bag, he couldn’t suppress his anxiety.
Waking up from nightmares many times, he couldn’t fall back asleep.
What if his Jiao Jiao couldn’t open that treasure and couldn’t take out resources, starving and on the brink of death, yet afraid to tell him the truth?
And what if his Jiao Jiao, not careful while using it, got noticed by others? Or already fell into trouble but didn’t dare to tell him due to concern for his safety?
His thoughts grew messier, and Zhou Xiaozheng secretly decided to urge the kids to return home soon. It’s safer to have them under his watch.
At this moment, he glanced outside the window, seeing the vast whiteness and became firmer in his decision.
Zhang Guoqing, half-asleep, suddenly heard the sound of approaching cars. His heart skipped a beat as he opened his eyes to listen carefully. His keen ear confirmed the approach of two cars.
Zhang Guoqing got down quietly, dressing while frowning and thinking.
In no time, he was outside the room, standing in the dark by the gate.
When he heard the cars park and Zhao Chuan Guang’s voice, he relaxed his tense body, reaching for the gate latch, and suddenly a familiar voice wafted into his ear.



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