With only a few hours on the plane, Tan Tian was able to take a nap, and even dreamed of his childhood.

Those distant memories of his youth that he thought he had forgotten suddenly burst into his heart.

A warm nostalgia sprung up like mushrooms after a rain, spreading out of control - perhaps because of the flight into the sky, my heart is also free to pursue the taste of happiness.

Pushing his glasses, Tan Tian dragged a big suitcase out of the airport.

The sky here seemed to be a little different, but there was a faint joy in the strangeness, as if welcoming this distant guest.

Tan Tian thought, he likes this place with beautiful mountains and rivers.

But, look for that

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