49. Moving Bag_1

The car cruised along the smooth road, and the journey from the downtown area to the old home took just over an hour.

Qiaoqiao had long since polished off the snacks he ordered at noon, especially loving the egg tarts, red bean pies, and fried chicken wings. Now, he was engrossed in playing with his little duck toy that went quack quack as its wings flapped, beaming with joy.

As he grew older, his family began to treat him more and more like an adult, unconsciously.

But his heart had always remained at the age of five or six.

Even though his family still spoke to him using the tone one would use for children, toys, as those in the village aged and drifted away, hadn't been in Qiaoqiao's possession for many years.

His only happiness was watching cartoons.

If Song Tan hadn't experienced this change, he probably would have been rooted in the mountain village for his whole life, naively watching his cartoons until his parents grew old.