"Alas, the old man said that Jianguo called and said that he would be home this afternoon, why haven't he seen anyone until now?" Guan Cuilan sat in the corner of the wall with a bench in the afternoon, holding a bamboo long needle in her hand and hitting the sweater with her fingers, her eyes still aimed at the path not far away from time to time, seeing the sun slanting westward, she couldn't help but say anxiously.

"Wait, I guess there is something on the road that will delay some time!" Yao Guinian was also anxious, but he still slowed down and reassured.

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