Welcome Back, Lin Fan!

Qing City, Shanwu Village.

More than a decade ago, there was only a very narrow path that could lead to Shanwu Village.

Even if it was just a small car, it would be very difficult to pass through.

Of course, there were no small cars in Shanwu Village at that time.

Every time it rained, the path would turn into a mud pit, making it impossible to walk on.

More than ten years had passed, and two broad cement roads had been built in Shanwu Village. Many people had already started driving small cars.

This morning, in a small house in the middle of the village...

Lin Tao, Dai Weixue, and Lin Xiaoyao split up the work. They either wiped the tables, boiled water, pasted the word 'longevity,' on things, or hung lanterns... They were very busy.

It was obvious that this was Lin Fan's hometown. It was also the place where he had lived before he turned 12.