Feng Tianxiang returned to the village of Jiefang after a long absence. All these years have passed, and the village is still like that. As soon as she left Jiuzhou City, she could follow the original route and come back with a good look, where there was a river, where there was a poplar forest, where there was a canyon, where there was a rice field, she still remembered it, and it was still there. Even the poplar tree in front of the house, which was so old that it slumped back, didn't seem to grow much thicker from the vague shadow.

Late that night, first the wind was tight,

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